Pick The Poison And Pour Yourself A Glass

Everyone else erupted into laughter.

Oh my god. What did I just do!

"Shit!" I said as I helped William up. "I'm sorry. Oh my God, I thought you were a burglar."

"Well, you did a pretty good job in hitting me with that rod." he chuckled.

"I'm sorry," My cheeks turned scarlet. "Are you okay?"

I know it was a stupid question. But what else could I say?

"After that? Not really." he laughed.

Am I the only one who finds this not funny at all?

"I really am sorry," I said as I rushed to get a compress.

"It's alright, hon."

The rest of the boys and Spencer then proceeded doing their own activities.

Andy chugging his root beer. Mike playing his guitar. Sisky and Spencer watching 500 Days of Summer, and Chizzy talking to his girlfriend who lives in Australia.

While Bill quietly suffered from his now growing head injury.

And by growing, literally growing.

"Holy shit, Bill," The Butcher said. "That thing's huge."

"Yea," Bill sighed. "Like I haven't noticed."

I then came back with a cold compress.

Guilt written all over my face.

"Here," I said as I placed the compress on his forehead. "Leave it on for a few minutes."

"Thanks," he smiled then kissed my cheek.

"You're welcome," I smiled.

"Oh and can me and Spencer not watch you guys perform tonight?"

"Why?" he asked.

"She's not really in the mood and I figured I should stay with her. She's had a bad day. Is it cool?"

"Uh, yea. Sure."

"Thanks," I smiled. Though he wasn't looking at me this time. "I'll whip a good meal for you guys in return. How does pancakes and bacon sound?"

"Awesome!" They shouted in unison.

"Breakfast for dinner? Genius." Bill smiled.

William's POV

15 minutes 'til the show starts and my forehead still hurts.

"You sure you're okay?" the guy in the black suit asked me.

"Yea," I answered in assurance. "Don't worry."

He nodded then left the dressing room.

I was currently going through our set list when someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

No answer.

I opened it anyway.

"Hey,"

it was Trista.

Trista's POV

"I guess I'm probably the worst girlfriend on the face of the planet right now."

He looked stunned to see me.

"Slightly," he grinned then hugged me.

I ruffled his hair then started kissing him.

"So, you chose your boyfriend over your best friend?" he smirked.

"Well..." I giggled. "Spencer was cool with it so no harm done. I didn't want to be that heartless and not support you."

We were only a few centimeters apart and I could feel his warm breath as he came closer.

The door was then opened by a fat man in a black suit.

"5 minutes 'til Cobra's last song, Bill." he said.

"I'll be out in a minute," Bill smiled.

"Uh," the fat man was now staring at me in confusion. "Alright."

Then left.

A minute left til Cobra finishes the front act and they're still at it. As if they weren't t tired at all.

They played 5 songs and it was now TAI's turn to perform. I wished William good luck and a "Don't worry. You'll do fine." look.

They then started playing Checkmarks as their first song.

So there you are, and here I stand. As far as I remember you weren't half bad.

"Yo, Trista!" Gabe said and gave me a high five.

"Hey," and I high five-d back.

"So..." he trailed off. "Where's your best friend?"

"In the bus,"

"With who?"

"No one," I answered. "She felt like being a couch potato for the night."

"Alright then," he chuckled. "I'll see you two in the after party then."

"Okay," I smiled.

"Oh!" he said just as he was about to leave. "Tell her we'll have another beer-off. I'll win this time. I can feel it."

"Don't put your hopes up," I snickered.

With that, he left.