...and the mistake takes the cake.

Okay so MAYBE my predictions about everyone hating me weren't correct. When I walked into the van this morning, I expected a thick silence to overcome everyone. Many probably squinting their eyes at me evilly or something.

Instead I was greeted with the usual "Hey Anna" 's and "EW TIM FARTED ANNA!" 's.

It confused me a great deal and I wasn't sure what was going on. It was later on when I saw that everyone was also talking to Pat normally, that I have a hunch Pat lied to them about the whole mishap however. Not sure if it's because he didn't want everyone to hate me, or to protect his ego.

Which ever one I'm glad.

Although Pat and I have barely spoken a word to each other since. I was fine with that. Because he wasn't IGNORING me. He was still talking, it was just simmered down to 1-3 word(s).

Sighing, I played with the sparkly rock over my right ring finger. Which surprisingly, no one noticed yet.

Well I guess they ARE guys. The ones who can't find the fucking mustard that they seem to absolutely NEED. Then the whine and complain you out of the shower to find it for them, only to learn it's ontop the counter.

I hate my friends sometimes.

John hugged me close, I admit, the guys were the tiniest bit suspicious about THAT. But I have the feeling they were too excited for Vegas tonight, to bother about asking.

Oh shit. Vegas tonight.

Not normally the reaction people have right? Well yea, that's what I would've thought too. Up until about 5 hours ago.

You see, every time we start a new tour with a new band, all of us and the band we were currently touring with have dinner at some semi-formal restaurant. Or Hooters.

It's normally Hooters.

BUT. John promised me when we learned that the tour starts in Vegas, that we'd go to a nice restaurant with All Time Low. The band we will be with.

And that's, where we'll be announcing our engagement. To everyone.

To Pat.

Second thoughts? I think so.

"DUDE." Tim suddenly called from way up in the front. Everyone's head averted to Tim, who's normally silent while driving.

We gave him questioning looks.

"I just saw some girl with the license plate "OBVIII"" He exclaimed throwing his hands up.

I furrowed my eyebrows."That's nice...Why, do you also want it? OHMYGOD CHRISTMAS PRESENT." I know, I'm suppose to be worried right now. But hey, we have like 2 more hours. And live it up while you can right?

Plus it's really fucking hard to get Tim Christmas/Birthday presents.

Jared's eyes bulged. "I swear to God Tim, if you're going queer on me-"

Tim waved him off. "...I never wanted to get in a car accident so badly."

The whole van screamed. "NO."

Terrified that Tim would go through with it, I clutched the side of my seat. You see, the last time Tim said he wanted to get into a car crash. He did.

It was extremely scary and made no sense at all. This isn't a good sign since Tim was drinking a bit too.

Then Jared took this as an opportunity to change the subject. Just incase Tim was serious.

Smart guy.

"Sooo...Pat, Anna. Still teens I see."

Pat's head flicked up and mine did the exact opposite. Noting how awkward both our names together sounded to me.

"Uh, yea." Pat answered softly.

Then I said a barely audible "Mhm."

"Are you excited to turn 20? I know I was. I hated being a teen." Garrett piped in. "My entire childhood was an ugly sweater party."

"With all those sewn in cats and horses that your grandma gives you?" Kennedy asked looking at Garrett, who then nodded. "Yea mine too."

"I liked mine." John said, placing an arm around me. I cringed, making sure not to look at Pat's reaction seeing as it'll break my heart. "Highschool was awesome."

The whole van "PFFFFFT'd". We all knew John's teen life had been amazingly perfect.

"Yea that's cause you were neither a jock, nerd, or weirdo. So no one could hate you cause you didn't have a stereotype."

"Plus you had the hottest chick in school." Jared added, motioning to me. I blushed and John smirked his little half smirk down at me.

Tim chimed in from the front. "Dude, I admit it. I was a Sr. and you were like in your Sophmore year and even I was jealous of you."

John just smiled, flattered about all the compliments he was getting. "Well it was only cause I actually tried. Unlike Kennedy over there who was in the library all the time."

Kennedy heard this and choked on the cheetoes he was eating. "What?!"

"It's true bro. You were always in the library."

Kenny just rolled his eyes. "It was just to laugh during finals time when all the meat heads were there. I love seeing jocks study. It's like watching monkeys masturbate.
Fucking hilarious."

The van was silent. Not sure if to make fun of him for knowing what monkeys masturbating look like, or to commend him for laughing at the jocks.

"So, anyway. I have life savers. Who wants?" Jared asked, changing the subject yet again.

Everyone in the van shot up their hand. And Jared poured it into everyone's outstretched grips.

Pat was the first to get some. Spitting it out immediately. "Duuuudddeeee. What the fuck is that? That's not life savers."

Jared popped one into his mouth. "Yea it is. The Strawberry Cheesecake kind."

Then I tasted one. It indeed tasted terrible. "Frankly these Life Savers don't taste anything like Strawberry Cheesecake and in fact taste more like Strawberry Child Molestation." I commented, spitting them into a napkin.

The guys grunted in agreement. All besides Jared, who continued to eat the molester life savers.

There was a small silence.

"So you guys. Vegggaasssss." John said, breaking it and rubbing my arm which sent shivers down my spine. Not because he was touching me. More like because he said the word Vegas.

The guys cheered in agreement, I knew they all loved Vegas. We went once in highschool. None of them could get into any bars, clubs or casinos. They had to use me and my feminine charm to bribe the body guards. That's the best thing about Vegas. All you need it two lumps on your chest and a girly figure and you can get in. You don't even need to BE a girl. You just have to look like one.

I looked at Pat, his sad daze snapped up and even HE smiled at the thought of Vegas.

If only he knew how tonight would change his life.

...

1 hour had passed. Everyone was asleep after Tim suggested it seeing as after the set tonight we probably wouldn't be sleeping until 5am.

Everyone but me. I had Pat on my right, and John on my left. Both their hands dangerously close to mine.

I looked at Pat. He was really something. Long brown hair, and the fact that he was tiny somehow appealed to me.

I was attracted to guys taller than me. Which wasn't too hard seeing as I was only 5'1".

But it's weird that I have feelings for Pat, because though he's taller than me, he's just not my type.

John's my type.

The popular one. The singer. Highschool had been a breeze for him, and it seems like his adult life also.

He just floats through everything. Things come easy for him.

And I always saw that as a plus, not knowing how it would actually effect his personality.

What's going to happen when he can't get what he wants? And what if Pat ends up getting it. Pat, one of his best friends.

The tiny one who never really did anything to piss people off. Always on the sidelines.

I cringed, the thought of John and Pat getting into a physical fight frightened me.

I mean. I like Pat. But I love John.

But These days, I find myself doubting that.

My thoughts were interrupted by a giant white sign coming into my view.

"WELCOME TO FABULOUS LAS VEGAS, NEVADA."

I smirked.

This was my cue.

"YOU GUYS. WAKE UP BITCHES. WE'RE IN VEGAS BABY." I screamed. Throwing the blanket that was carelessly draped over John off of him and onto the floor. All of the 3 times we've been here, this is what I've always said. Whether they were asleep or not.

I expected them to groan and curse at me. Like they normally did when I woke them up.

But they all rose attentively. Like they had been awake the whole time and was just waiting for this moment.

The boys cheered and highfived. I just smiled and took in all the glee being passed around.

"Remember the last time we were here?" Kennedy asked, then quickly taking off his ratty old Metallica t-shirt. Then replacing it with a nice white and green striped button down, which clashed in a good way with his kinda old dark wash jeans and converse.

I could see the other guys doing the same. Once we get into the hotel rooms, they all know that everyone's going to be waiting on me to finish getting ready.

Jared piped up whist buttoning his last button on a shirt I was pretty sure was Garretts. "The first time we saw Anna drunk."

John laughed. "Then I suggested us going upstairs. But she told me she would sleep with me only if I could name all the colors of the wind."

I rolled my eyes and laughed a bit. "I had too many margaritas. It was the first time a bar thought I was over 21. And those fuckers were awesome."

Pat laughed, causing my head to pivit in his direction. "Yea, I had to carry you upstairs then you said "Lets play dickbreaker!" and proceeded in throwing my blackberry at my dick as hard as you could."

I didn't even respond right away. I was too shocked that Pat had finally talked, and TO ME.

The whole van laughed, and I smiled along. Maybe things were finally patched up with Pat.

The guys continued to share stories about the last Las Vegas trips. But I looked out the window.

It was just now beginning to get dark, so not the amount of people currently in the city weren't out yet.

But I couldn't help but stare upon arriving at the hotel. The Hard Rock hotel.

"When this place is rocking, don't bother knocking. Come on in." Said the words above the door. I smiled at how well suited this was to the guy's situation.

"WE'REEEEE HEEERRRREEE!" Tim said, dragging his words as we pulled up and a young guy in red went to open the door for us.

"May I park your car sir?" He asked Tim, as another young guy came to open our door.

He was cute, with green eyes and dark brown hair.

He smirked and said a small "Welcome Ma'am." when I walked out.

Being so obviously checking me out, I smiled back and winked at him.

Hey, I could have my fun.

But I'm beginning to feel like Tiger Woods.

The guilt struck back into my stomach, as the night with Pat reemerged into my mind.

And right as John put his arm around me. Perfect timing to make the warm feeling in my stomach catch on fire.

"Excited?" John asked, noting my weird facial expression.

I smiled, but it came out more like a grimace. "You could say that."

John smirked back at me. "Relax, I'm sure everyone's going to love the fact that we're engaged."

I smiled my grimace smile once again. "Not everyone..." I mumbled, once John's attention was directed away from me.

Tim then hurried us along, whilst closing his cell phone.

"Good news guys." He called out to the group of males all assembled in behind him. "Set's been postponed 'til tomorrow. Looks like you have tonight and tomorrow."

The group cheered and I smiled. I guess this was also postpone the bound to be awkward bus ride after the engagement has been announced. Which reminded me.

"When are we getting the tour bus?" Ugh, I could not WAIT to stop traveling in the crappy van that smelt like man and sex.

Tim smiled at me as we walked through the gigantic doors of the hotel. A blast of cold A.C. air hit me full throttle, making my curls blow in the wind. Resulting in all the guys in the room to look at me.

Besides the band of course. I blushed at the sudden attention. Weirdly enough John didn't notice it.

But Pat sure did.

He shot the old guy to his left a dirty look, since he was clearly looking at my ass. The old guy didn't even notice tiny Pat however.

"Matt has the keys too it. We get it tomorrow after the show I guess." Matt, being All Time Low's tour manager.

He was a good friend to Tim and the rest of us.

Upon thinking that, like on cue, something hit my back extremely hard. Knocking me down, the object still ontop of me.

"ANNNNNNNAAAAAAA." The "object" said.

Causing me to discover it was not, infact, an object. But the lanky body of Jack Barakat.

"Ugh...Jaackkk." I tried to scream back in equal enthusiasm. But it was kinda impossible because he was crushing all the air out of my lungs.

"Ha, you're crushing her douche bag. Get off." Said a voice behind us. Jack just laughed a bit and got off of me.

I smiled as he helped me up from the carpetted floor. "I MISSED YOU GUYS!" Said I, motioning towards the others who were greeting the guys of The Maine.

"Fuck yea, us too! When you left that bus you took the smell of J.Lo perfume with you and then our bus started to smell like AIDS again. It was not cool." The brunette replied.

Jack Barakat, guitarist of All Time Low. I met them a few times during Warped Tour and a few other tours. And although the whole band was good friends with me, Jack and I bonded the most due to the fact that we were stuck in Walmart together at a lockdown one point in time.

He ran a hand through my long chestnut curls. Him being an entire foot taller than me, it was easy.

"Where were you? Didn't you arrive here like hours ago?"

Jack smirked. "Strip club."

I squinted my eyes. "You're lying." Jack has a tendency to pretend to be more awesome than he actually is.

"Nope, being completely honest. And I would still be there if a stripper didn't just get mad at me for saying goddammit. Now I don't like to judge people, but she's in no position to lecture me on morality."

Rolling my eyes I replied. "Nice."

Guys are retarded sometimes. I just laughed and proceeded in greeting the others.

They all gave me happy, hearty hugs. Saying how they missed me and asked how I was doing.

I smiled and answered positively to all of them. Which was the vocalist, my good blonde brown haired friend Alex. The drummer, Rian who was always so sweet. The bassist, Zack, who was just...Zack. My workout buddy during all the tours. Although I normally collapse, give up and then proceed in eating all the ice cream in the nearest Dippin Dots while I called him a freak for working out so much.

Then the merch guy Vinny and Matt.

I hoped they couldn't see through my lying eyes and ask what was wrong however. Because with each minute, I grow more nervous and guilty.

It's only getting closer to the time that I permanently step and crush Pat's heart.

I feel like a bitch.

"Okay, reservations at the restaurant here has been made." Matt said suddenly, taking his Iphone from his ear and putting it in his pocket. He was always so organized.

I looked over to Tim who was currently picking his nose and ear at the same time.

Why didn't we have a tour manager like that.

Alex nudged me. "We're all ready, only you need to get ready. Reservations are at 8, it's 6 right now. So if you get dressed faster than usual we MAY just make it."

I laughed and smacked him, grabbing the keys out of Tim's hand. I had the perfect thing planned for tonight.

I ran to the elevator and pressed the number 5. Which was what my room key pointed out was the level my room was on.

But only after I had entered my room, number 512, it hit me again why I was not looking forward to this in the first place.

That's when I thought.

Oh shit.

I collapsed onto my bed in the towel I had on, since I had immediately stripped down and went into the bathroom when I got into the room. About to take a bath.

But then realization hit. AGAIN. Stopping the much needed shower.

Don't you hate when that happens? You're having a fantastic time then you remember you have a giant History project due for tomorrow or something. Yea that's called reality hitting. And it's like a fucking bus.

This must be what a boner kill feels like.

I lay there on the soft cream sheets. Why me? Why is my love life so fucked up?

I had no idea how long I was there feeling sorry for myself, but it must've been almost 8 when my phone vibrated.

I picked it up, seeing about 9 texts. Guess I didn't notice it vibrating before....

Most were from Jack. Either telling me something random, or asking why was I taking so long. One was from Alex saying that Lisa his girlfriend said hi. And another from John telling me to get my ass down here, there's free chocolate.

I sighed and flung the phone onto the bed.

I should probably get ready. They'd all get angry at me for making them wait to eat. Young adult males aren't pleasant when they're hungry.

I reached into one of the bags that the bellboy had left outside the room about an hour before. Luckily, the outfit was at the top.

I short black white and pink bubble dress, with a black peep to pumps.

(Not gunna bother explaining specifically how it looks cause I'm a bitch like that. It resembles that but kinda less fancy --> http://prommafia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/black-pink-tutu-homecoming-dress1.jpg)

I didn't have time to bathe at this point. I looked at my watch. I was indeed going to run late, it was like 10 minutes to 8.

Scrambling on my dress, I ran to the mirror to neaten up my makeup. Most of it had rubbed off seeing as I had been wearing 2nd day makeup for about a week.

So I guess that made it 7th day makeup....whatever the point is it looks kinda crappy.

I applied more eyeliner, leaving the smudges of 7th day liner so it looks kinda smokey. I applied a thick coat of mascara on my already black eyelashes.

Then I applied some coloured lipgloss, and I was basically ready to go. Never needing cover up since my oily teenage face disappeared. I already smelt good because every day I wake up in the van I spray my Victoria Secret perfume under my arm pits and Garrett. Since Garrett normally smells the worst.

I still felt dirty however. I still smelt like Pat slightly. And that's what made
me FEEL dirty.

Not the fact that I haven't bathed in days.

Okay that too.

But mostly because I felt like a cheating slut.

I slipped on the black shoes, with a tooth brush in my mouth, quickly letting my hair fall down from the ponytail. It was a miracle it didn't look oily.

Spitting out the toothbrush, I ran my fingers through my soft hair. I could never use a brush. It'll just get frizzy and poofy...

And I liked my loose curls.

I grabbed my bag and phone, running out the door in record time. It was like 5 minutes after 8 and the guys were probably waiting on me.

Some man held the elevator for me, which I would've been grateful for if it weren't for the fact that he was probably the most perverted 80 year old alive.

Feeling his stare on my slightly bare back gave me shivers.

None the less, I was relived when the two metal doors pinged open to the lobby. Where some song by Led Zepplin was playing.

I ran out as fast as my 5 inch heels could take me. Then remembering I had no actual fucking idea WHERE this restaurant was.

So I just turned to the nearest person.

"Um...where's the restaurant in this place?" I asked a girl who was rearranging the pillows.

She smiled politely looked at my attire and pointed to the fancier looking restaurant.

At least she wasn't retarded enough to point me to the sports bar dressed in a cocktail dress.

I ran to the entrance, quickly getting stopped by the host.

"Hello Ma'am do you have a reservation?" A nice looking short haired brunette man asked. I smiled back, shaking my head while looking around for John or something.

"Um, I'm actually mee-" I started to answer. Before being stopped in my words by someone calling my name from behind me.

Which was good because I wasn't sure which name Matt reserved us under.

I span around so see a table full of guys. Many of them were playing the spoon-on-the-nose game and others were seeing who can chug their beer the fastest.

Yea that was definitely my table.

"-Meeting them." I smiled, facing the man again. He gave a confused but amusing face. As if wondering what a girl like me was doing getting mixed up with them. But he was distracted by a large family now walking in. So I just went ahead to my table.

"Hey guys." I smiled at all of them, while they all greeted me insync.

I took the only empty seat at the table. Which was unfortunately between John and Pat.

John smiled at me, grabbing my hand and playing around with my ring. I forced a smile back.

Tonight's going to be the night.

Fuck my life.