"Nooooooo." Scott says and walks back towards the couch.

"Scott now." Kevin says and Scott flips out.

"Noooooo!" Scott yells. He starts to pick things up and try to throw them.

"Okay, that's it," Jonathan says. "Practice is over. I need to talk to Mitch privately. I'll text everyone later."

Everyone leaves, even Avi and Kevin despite it being their house.

Jonathan I'm sorry for him.

"It's not your fault, Mitch. Do you know why he would get wasted right before rehearsal?"

I hesitantly nod.

We got in a fight. We broke up.

"I knew this wasn't gonna work. Now what are you gonna tell your fans?"

Wow thanks for the sympathy.

"I'm just in charge of what gets out into the public."

We're done here. Goodbye.

I walk out before he can respond. It's always my fault.

Scott's the one that got drunk and showed up to rehearsal late.

Double standards I guess.

I walk back home and get back in my bed.

I change into some sweatpants and get under the covers and curl up in a ball.

Why is my life like this?

*Scott's POV*

I wake up in someone's bed.

Avi's?

I look over at the clock.

3:00.

We had rehearsal at 10:30!

I get up and immediately feel a pain in my head.

I look beside me to find Ibuprofen and a glass of water with a note:

Meeting when you wake up. Hope you feel ok.

Probably from Kevin.

I feel a wave of nausea and run to the bathroom.

I throw up a couple of times and then take the aspirin for my headache.

I walk into the living room to see Kevin on the couch.

"Glad you're awake." Kevin says.

Thank god Jonathan isn't here. He'd kill me.

"Kevin, I-"

"I know. You're sorry."

"I don't know why I got drunk. Mitch left me and I didn't know what to do." I explain.

"Talk to him. You guys really need to work things out." Kevin says softly.

He always has the best advice.

"I think I'm gonna go talk to him." I say.

"Good. We have a show tonight, don't forget." He says.

"I won't. Tell the others I'm sorry. Thank you."

"Anytime. Now go work things out. Oh, and be at the arena at 6:00."

"I will. See you later."

I walk back to the apartment and take a deep breath before walking in the door.

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