Author's Note: I'm kind of having some problems with this story, so feel free to message or review me some ideas for the story. Also, my dear European readers, please give me some insights on some things I could do with your countries. I'd really love to hear from you guys! We're either going to Scotland or France next I'm not sure which.

Chapter 7

Ethan and Silas are really making a dent with The Paragons.

Sometimes Edd gets these horrible headaches. Considering he tours with The Paragons, this can't be much of a surprise. However, today's headache was a little different. Today's headache went by the name of Ethan Wilde.

Ethan's really smart, and that pisses Edd off because Edd is widely considered to be the smartest guy around. Ethan's really wrecking the balance.

Not only that, but Rave and Silas are still at each other throats. Well, not physically. It's one of those girl fights where they hate each other behind their backs, still surprising no one because they're both really fucking feminine. Rave's the emo princess, and Silas has a tendency to wear girl's clothing.

However, oblivious to their fighting "girlfriends," Ethan and Nat have formed a friendship. In fact, Ethan became friends with everyone except Edd. They're both know-it-alls, as I mentioned before, and it just doesn't work. And Silas has made friends with everyone except, of course, Rave. He became especially close to Jim and Sarah, who can't stand any of these homosexuals. Or so she says.

Why am I talking about friendship? Well, in five days, The Paragons leave for Scotland, and it's going to be pretty sad leaving Ethan and Silas behind.

That's why the crew have taken the night off to have a guys' (and Sarah) night. She opted to be left out to let the boys have their fun, but they insisted and it's not like she had anything to do anyway.

Dressed up in their favorite clothes, they're currently hitting up all the best clubs, intending to grind their naughty bits and drink themselves to a stupor. Sarah chose to be designated driver, not eager to get hammered due to her tendency to get slutty and/or naked after too many shots.

Now the expectancy was a fun night, but as we all know, nothing good can come from throwing alcohol into the mix.

Which of course is why Rave is now barricaded in his room.

Oh, sorry, I got a bit ahead of myself there. Let me go back a little bit.

Rave, holding his third drink, was grinding himself up against Nat, who'd long since dropped his sixth drink in favor of gripping his boyfriend's thin hips and surrendering himself to the sweet friction on his crotch.

"God," Nat gasped, trying to pull himself closer to Rave.

"Natty-baby, me's gotta get a refill okay, honey love?" the actor slurred, pulling himself clumsily out of the teal head's reach.

"Yeah hurry back before my balls get cold!" Nat called drunkenly, sticking his tongue out at the people giving them dirty looks.

And Rave did hurry back. Only to find Nat slobbering on Silas. He'd only been gone for a couple minutes!

Thus, you know why Rave is locked in his room. Now here's the real story.

"Ethan, baby, I'm sooooo hammered!" Silas screamed in his ear.

Ethan flinched. He hadn't had enough to be equipped for this madness. Silas, however, had had too many. He spotted Nat nearby, and dragged his drunken mess along.

"Hey Nat!" Ethan yelled over the music.

"Huh?" the teal head asked.

"Do me a favor and watch this mess for me? I need to get him some water."

It's too bad Ethan didn't mention that Silas has a tendency to make out with anything close to him when he's had too much to drink. And that's what Rave saw: Silas attach himself to Nat and initiate a game of tonsil tennis.

What he didn't see was Nat immediately push him off, holding him at arm's length.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked.

The teal head released the ravenette, and instead of answering his question, Silas fell over.

Ethan walked up with a cup of water. "Shit. Sorry man. He's really out of it."

"He kissed me," Nat pointed out.

The taller shrugged. "He does that when he's super-ass drunk. It literally could've been anyone...or anything. I'll never forget the time I caught him licking a washing machine."

"That was one time!" came Silas's half-coherent response.

"So it didn't mean anything?" Nat asked.

"Probably not," Ethan assured him.

"Uh, guys?" Kevin said, walking up. "Rave just stormed out of here."

"Uh oh," Nat said. "He saw."

"Rave, baby, come on out," Nat said through the door. "We need to talk about this. That really wasn't what it looked like."

"Go to hell, Goldberg," Rave sobbed.

Shit, they'd finally gotten to a good place and this had to happen. It took Nat forever to gain Rave's trust.

Everyone was gathered in the hallway outside the door as well. They sat around, each with the same thought: Why the fuck am I dealing with this at two in the morning?

"I wish I could go to bed but my bedroom has a drama queen in it," Sarah grumbled.

Ethan stepped up to the plate. "Silas was just drunk. He's always making out with everything when he's drunk."

"It's true," Silas supplied.

"I pushed him away immediately, Rave, that's what you didn't see," Nat said. "Just let me in, baby, we can work this out."

After a minute, the door opened a crack, and Nat went inside. Everyone else just went to bed, Sarah rooming with Edd for the night. Hopefully, they'll fuck and make up. I mean kiss and... No, "fuck" is definitely more accurate.