Amir shifted to his side and pulled the dark purple sheet over his bare shoulder. Such a hangover, he didn't want to be awake right now, not that he was really awake at all, just conscious, but he knew that he wouldn't be getting back to sleep. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat there for a moment, hoping to recall some of last night's events; nothing.

The tiny clock on the nightstand read 11:52, Amir rubbed his eyes and slowly walked to the bathroom for some aspirin, God, his head hurt. He opened the medicine cabinet, shook about five pills into his mouth and swallowed them dry. Splashing some cold water on his face, Amir finally became oriented and pasted up his toothbrush. He started brushing and walked back into his room where he noticed something he hadn't noticed before; he hadn't been alone last night. He saw a sleeping figure under his sheets; all he could see was the back of a head of short black hair. Amir smiled mischievously. He didn't even remember meeting a woman with short black hair last night, let alone taking her home. All he remembered was going to the local bar with the guys, then there was a bit of a gray area. Amir made his way to the bedside.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," he said softly, smiling despite his pain, and shaking the shoulder before him. The figure moved a bit and then turned around.

"Huh?"

Amir dropped his toothbrush onto the floor and stood motionless. His jaw moved but no sound came out, but after about a minute managed to blurt out,"Paige?!"

Paige rubbed his head and squinted to the light. "Huh?" His eyeliner was smudged about his round face.

"What... what are YOU doing here?" Amir quickly grabbed a nearby pair of boxers and threw them on. He was utterly shocked, what the hell had happened last night?

"I dunno... I remember some of Ryan's booze, and, um, that's about it. What's going on anyway?" Paige was still half-asleep, but alert none the less. He struggled to get his boxers on under the sheet, then sat up quickly.

Amir paced around and muttered something under his breath; meanwhile Paige was still utterly confused. "Hey, Mir," Paige finally said,"what's your problem... I appreciate the ride home last night and a place to spend the night and all, since I was too wasted to drive and stuff, maybe even walk for that matter, but I didn't know you wanted me out by sunrise, calm down! God!"

"No, Paige, you don't understand," Amir yelled,"I don't remember anything about last night, and neither do you, but I have a hunch..." he paused uncomfortably..."I woke up here, naked, in bed, with you, and neither of us can recall anything about last night. Understand?"

It took a second or two to register, but when it did Paige jumped up and yelled,"Whoa! Are you saying that we..."

"Maybe... there's no way to know..." More awkward silence followed. They just kind of stood there, looking at eachother. The silence was rather loud... it reigned for two minutes that felt like hours, that is, until he phone beside the bed rang. Amir answered it before the first ring died.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mir! How's your head feeling?" It was Jay, and a lady friend could be heard in the background.

"Just shitty, thank you..." Amir managed to say, happy that Jay called when he did. He wasn't very good at dealing with awkward situations.

"Listen, Bobby and Shannon are arguing again, and she's gone and locked him out. He came over here, and I'm wondering if you'd stop by. Call Paige and ask him too. I'll get Ryan... if he's still alive, I've never seen someone drink as much as he did last night. Whew!"

"Paige? Um... yeah... I'll call him... sure..." Amir pushed a duo-tone lock of hair out of his eyes and hung up. "We're going to Jay's. Get dressed."

Paige complied without a word. He quickly put on his Stitches outfit, which is what he had been in last night. Amir threw on a tight black button-up shirt and red pleather pants, he walked back into the bathroom and quickly applied a token amount of make-up, then called in Paige,"Here, wash your face and put some on, I'll be starting the car."

Amir walked outside and shielded his eyes from the high noon sun, climbed into the car and started the engine. Leaning back in the seat, he closed his eyes and sank into his imminent confusion. He had done some weird things when he was wasted, but this took the cake. Amir just sat there for a while, welcoming the blackness the world behind his eyelids offered, but had to leave it once he heard the passenger door open and Paige got in.

"Thanks for the make-up, Amir..." Paige said almost as if forced. He sank back into his seat and reached for the radio, where Dead or Alive filtered through.

"No problem, really." Amir responded, never looking at him. He pulled out of the driveway and headed to Jay's, God, this defines awkward, all right, he thought.

The drive held the same heavy silence as in the bedroom until Paige said,"Do you regret it?" He looked down at the floor and sighed.

"What?"

"If it turns out that it did happen, do you regret it? I mean, when you're drunk, sure, you do crazy things, but nothing that you've never thought about before."

Amir was shocked, but considered this none the less. "What are you saying."

"Nothing, I don't want to ruin the band... I don't."

"You spin me right round, baby, right round, like a record, baby, right round round round..." The radio filled in the short pause.

"No, say it. It won't ruin the band." Amir looked at Paige's profile out of the corner of his eye and found himself thinking, What a beautiful man.

"I wasn't wasted last night. I know what happened. I drove you home, and you asked me to come in. We were watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, and you kissed me for some reason, and it went off from there. We went to your room and fucked. I went along with it, but you pursued it! Now, do you regret it, because I can honestly say that I don't." Paige looked up from the floor sweetly and started to say something but stopped himself, and turned around to look out the window.

Amir was strangely comfortable with this conversation and he didn’t know why.