Finding Grace

I sprinted to the bus toilet, puking seconds after I made it there.
Oh sweet God, I thought miserably.
"Jeez, are you hungover again?" Nate complained as he walked by. I held my middle finger up to show how much his comment meant.
I hadn't even sipped any alcohol last night, so there was no way I was hungover. I'd woke up nauseous, and after a few minutes of feeling the bus move under me, my stomach had abruptly decided it didn't like it.
I had motion sickness for the first time in my life.
I grimaced, holding my hair back. This wasn't normal.
"Lee? You okay?" Clarke appeared at the door, and I shook my head mutely.
"Pepto," I managed. "Please."
"On it," he disappeared, and came back holding the bottle. I took it from him gratefully.
"You're the best," I whispered, pouring myself a capful. "I love you so much."
Clarke chuckled, squatting down in front of me, watching as I took the pepto like it was a shot.
"Better?"
I nodded, feeling my stomach cramp. I turned, emptying my stomach again.
So much for pepto.
Clarke sighed, patting my back and holding my hair out of the way for me like the big brother he was.
"Why am I sick? I didn't even drink," I muttered, feeling the sick feeling start to lessen.
"Your guess is as good as mine. Are you taking your meds?"
Oops.
"I forgot," I mumbled, and he sighed.
"It's probably why you're sick. Remember what Dr. Roma said? It'll make you sick when it starts to leave your system."
I felt like he was talking to a child who didn't take their vitamins.
"I'll take it tomorrow," I promised, propping my head in my hand. "I got all caught up with Warped and I just forgot."
"Alright," Clarke rubbed soothing circles on my back.
"Is she good or what?" I heard Vale suddenly call. "We're gonna be there in an hour!"
Clarke looked at me questioningly, eyes concerned.
I gave him a wobbly smile.
"Yeah, she's fine! Just some motion sickness," he called, patting my knee.
"Good! Suck it up, bitch, we got a show to play!"
I rolled my eyes.
Really.
Clarke chuckled, and helped me to my feet.
"Here," he handed me the trusty pepto. "Keep this on you when the need arises. And your phone keeps going off. Probably Andy."
I sighed, traveling back to my very small bunk and shuffling for my phone, nearly knocking over the cumbersome air purifier someone had stuck in the middle of the aisle.
Andy: Babe, you up?
Cerulli: Leah, text me when you get this
Andy: BABE
Andy: BABY BABY BABY OHH
Oh my god he didn't.
I chuckled, texting him and Chris both back.



Andys POV

Oh fuck.
I had fucked up so bad.
Oh fuck me to hell.
I winced, touching my eye as I looked in the mirror, seeing a black bruise forming where Cerulli had punched me last night. I could probably hide it with some concealer, a lot of it.
God dammit.
Why the fuck did I do that?
"You fucked up so bad," I glanced in the mirror, seeing Ashley glaring behind me.
"Stay out of it." I snapped at him; I didn't need him getting involved in this too. It wasn't even a big deal, it had been more of an accident then anything.
"How could you do that, dude?" Ash glanced around, but the rest of the guys were up front. "Leah has always been so loyal to you!"
"I didn't even --- dammit, Ashley," I glared at him. "Whose side are you on?"
He scowled at me. "I haven't decided. Leahs my friend too."
"If she doesn't know ---."
"Seriously? You're not gonna tell her? Cerulli fucking will if you don't!"
I frowned.
I hadn't meant to kiss Juliet, I really hadn't. It had been more of a habit then anything, even after all this time. But when you're with someone for a couple years, it just ingrains itself in your dna, all the little actions you hardly notice.
And it hadn't been her fault, either.
I'd just wanted to apologize for being such an ass to her, ruining what we had because I was mad. And then we were laughing, and everything seemed to be back the way it used to be, and when she'd started to leave, it had just been natural to lean down and peck her on the lips. I hadn't even realized I'd done it until Cerulli had suddenly stormed out of no where and punched me, the incredibly tall fuck.
And it was just a peck; I didn't full on make out with her or sleep with her.
If Ashley hadn't staggered by it probably would've been a full out brawl between the two of us.
And why did Cerulli even care? He might be semi-friends with Leah, but that didn't give him any right to get on his high horse and punch me.
"Andy, I'm serious. You know how Chris is about stuff like that." Ashley looked worried. "If you don't say something, he will, and it'll cause a nuclear war if Leah finds out through him. If you just tell her ---."
"All I did was peck her on the lips! I didn't make out with her, or sleep with her, or even anything horrible," I scowled. "It shouldn't even be a big deal."
"If it's not then tell Leah before it becomes the topic of Warped," he glared at me.
But I didn't want to tell her.
I'd slept with Clara before and that had really hurt her feelings and we hadn't even been dating, but now we were, and I didn't want to fuck it up.
I clenched my fists, staring at my reflection.
Shit.
I was gonna have to tell her.

Notes

Well, what do you think? Should he tell her, Is it REALLY that big of a deal?
Cerulli is definitely gonna tell her if Andy doesn't!