Today after the show, we all decided to go out and have dinner at a restaurant near the park. I wasn't hungry so I decided to take my vintage camera and go sit on the fountain. I took pictures of people that I didn't know and I tried to guess their life story. I watched as an old lady walked by in a long red dress. I thought that maybe she walked to the store everyday to buy the things she needed and I also thought that maybe there was a time when she didn't walk alone. I almost felt sad for her, but not as sad as I felt for myself. I feel as if I am just pushing all of my friends away. I can't help it though, I feel like I'm growing out of all of them. They all seem petty and childish, never truly understanding anything or taking the time to try. I took a few snaps of a heavily tattoo'd couple sitting on the park bench embracing one another. I thought that maybe one day that would be me- holding onto the one I love. But I doubt it, all of the guys always go for Gypsy rather than me. I'm not beautiful like she is, I'm just Plain Jane that nobody ever wants. I sighed when she came over and sat on the fountain beside of me.

"Flor, I can't believe you're quitting. You love photography." she told me, looking down at my camera sadly.

"I do love photography, but my dream isn't taking photos of this band every day. I want to go on and do other things. It's just getting old." I told her with a sigh, finally sitting my camera down beside of me. She was silent for a moment, thinking to herself.

"Are you sure this isn't about Matt?" she asked me slowly, worried that the mention of him might upset me. I shook my head and sighed again.

"No." I answered her shortly, looking away.

"Good... He totally wants your dick." she told me with a conflicted look on her face. Now here things go from serious to petty and annoying.

"Well I feel bad for him because I don't have one of those." I told her, never looking back at her. I never understood that term/phrase (when it came to women).

"I'm serious, Flor. He wants you. When you went to the bar last night I tried to talk to him, but instead he was all about going to check on you. That's why I decided to go for Zacky. I don't get it! This never happens to me." she complained, looking me in the eye.

"It's always about you, isn't it?" I said, finally looking at her. I ignored the conversation she was trying to have completely.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Gypsy, don't act fucking stupid. Finally the guy you wanted wants me instead of you and so you decided to hook up with the guy that I like?! Is that your idea of revenge?!"

"That wasn't... Nothing happened, I told you!" she lied.

"Oh yeah? Well what was it I heard last night, huh, Gypsy?" I asked, standing up angrily with my camera in my hands again.

"Florence, I'm so-"

"No you're not. I don't want to hear it. I think you should just leave." I told her calmly, not looking to see her sad and upset face I knew she would give me. I am sad and upset as well so I am not taking no fucking pitty from this whore who I called my best friend...once... She stood there for a minute not saying anything and she turned around to leave.

"And what the hell are you wearing?! It's fucking breakfast not a red carpet fucking event!" I added, looking at her outfit. I knew it was a little childish to say that, but I was so sad and upset that I had to. She needs to feel like me for once. She looked back at me one last time, giving me a hurt expression. She didn't say anything back, she just walked away. I went back to the small restaurant where everyone was eating. Before joining them at the table and making my prescense know, I snapped a picture of them all, eating without hesitation or worry that someone is watching them. Finally, I approached them, standing behind Johnny, resting my hands on his chair. He looked up at me and smiled with a mouthfull of food.

"Hey." I said with a sweet smile.

"Hey... For a second I thought you were a fan." he told me with a sigh.

"Oh, but I am." I replied. He chuckled and nodded at me. Everything was silent as they ate their food. I had a chair so that I could sit and eat, but I decided that I wanted to stand... and I wanted to talk to Matt. No, not to ask him if what Gypsy said was true, but to apologize for the way that I have always treated him.

"Matt?" I asked, trying to get his attention a little more than the baccon he was chomping on. He swallowed and looked up at me, eyebrows raised. I definitely had his attention.

"When you're finished eating, can I please talk to you for a moment?" I asked him, trying to be as polite as possible.

"I am finished. Yeah, let's talk." he said, getting up from his seat. He pulled his wallet out, grabbing some money and throwing it on the table. He told Zacky to make sure they got his money and he walked across the street with me to sit on the fountain.

"What is it you wanted to talk about?" he asked me as I moved to sit indian style facing him on the fountain.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I know I haven't been the most pleasent person to be around lately and I really don't mean to be like that. I don't know what's up with me. I'm surprised you haven't fired me already." I told him, shaking my head. He stared at me for a moment and then he smirked.

"Are you really sorry?" he asked me, looking away for a split second, his expression becoming serious.

"I really am. You were nothing but nice to me last night and the whole time I was such a bitch. I feel really bad."

"Don't feel bad. I forgive you." he said, touching my forearm and smiling sweetly at me. His dimples made me chuckle a little.

"Matt, please don't change your expression. I have to take a photo of you like that." I told him, grabbing my camera. He chuckled at me and shook his head.

"Photographers." he said as I snapped the picture.

"So are you still going to quit?" he asked me, watching me turn off my camera and sit it back down beside of me.

"Yeah, this is going to be my last week, I think. I need to do something different, ya know?" I ran my hand along the surface of the water in the fountain.

"I know... but maybe you'll change your mind." he told me, a strange look in his eyes. I nodded, listening to the water as it became silent. It wasn't an awkward silence, more like a peaceful one. Matt flipped open his cell phone, looking at the time and he gave me some sort of look before speaking again.

"I better go, I have a hot date." he told me with a smile before getting up and leaving me there alone. Maybe Gypsy was wrong about Matt wanting my 'dick' or whatever... and I felt like a stranger to myself when I felt a bit disapointed about that.