The first thing JC did when he got back from Las Vegas was go to Bobbie's house. He had to be a man and accept what he had done. He wasn't proud of the fact that he had cheated on Bobbie. He had made her a promise, and broke it. In every single one of his relationships that he had ever been in, he had never cheated on the girl- until now. He hated the fact that he had betrayed Bobbie, she was a sweet girl, she didn't deserve that. Bobbie had been by his side for the past three going on four years, and this is what he does in return? Some boyfriend he was.

Althouh he felt bad for being unfaithful to Bobbie, he didn't regret what he did with Leah either, and in all honesty he wished he could have that one night with Leah all over again. But this time, he would do it completely sober, he wouldn't need alcohol to give him the balls that he didn't have on his own to tell Leah what he really felt for her, and he wouldn't have led Bobbie on either. He should have just told Bobbie the truth when he first realized that he had feelings for his best friend again. He should have broken up with her before he had gotten the chance to hurt her. The worst part was, not only had he lied to Bobbie, but he had also lied to Leah. When Leah had asked him about Bobbie, he had basically told her that Bobbie was non-existent. Dammit! What the hell did I get myself into?

Taking a deep breath, JC lifted his arm to knock on the bright yellow door. When Bobbie saw JC standing there, a huge smile spread across her face. "Josh, baby I missed you so much!" She exclaimed, flinging her arms aroung him. JC was taken aback by her enthusiasm. "Come in." Bobbie said with a wave of her arm. As JC stepped into the foyer, his heart beat faster and faster with every second that passed by, nervous in anticipation of what was to come. "How was your weekend?" She asked, walking into the livin room. "I had a blast, the only thing that could have made it better was having you there!" She gushed. "Josh, why are you just standing there?" JC hadn't even realized that he was frozen right in his spot. He then preceded to walk toward his soon to be ex-girlfriend.

When Bobbie saw the distant look on JC's face, she automatically knew. "Josh, you did, didn't you?" She asked, barely above a whisper. JC stood silent. He lifted his head to meet Bobbie's eyes, who was now standing right in front of him.

"Bobbie listen-" before JC could continue, all he could feel was the stinging sensation of Bobbie's palm connecting with his face. "Bobbie what the hell?!" JC screamed, startled that she had actually just slapped him. But really he deserved it, and he knew it too.

"You promised me Josh! You promised that you wouldn't do anything!" Bobbie cried. "You had sex with her didn't you?" Bobbie already knew the answer, when he didn't say anything. "God, how could I be so stupid to believe you when you said, that she meant nothing?" She sobbed, tears now streaming down her face. JC hated the fact that he made her cry, he hated that he had betray her trust, and broken her heart.

"Bobbie, I can explain."

"Really Josh, can you? Can you honestly tell me that you don't still love her?" This is when JC knew that he should just stop lying to Bobbie, and lying to himself, before he dug himself into an even deeper hole.

"I'm sorry Bobbie, but I can't tell you that." JC answered honestly. Bobbie gave him a look of disbelief.
"Don't be sorry Josh, if anyone should be sorry, then it should be me. I should've seen this coming all along. I know you still love her, I've tried to deny it for the longest." Bobbie replied exasperated, as she plopped down on her couch. Suddenly JC felt even worse. He loved Leah true, but he never meant to hurt anyone in the process. Not knowing what to do or say, he sat down next to Bobbie on the couch, and pulled her into a side hug.

"Bobbie, I'm sorry, I really am. I never meant to hurt you."

"Just answer me one thing; If you love her, why did you choose to string me along?" Bobbie asked curiously. "If I'm not the one, then why did you choose to stay with me for this long, knowing your heart belonged to someone else?" This was a question that JC didn't know whether he should answer or not. He didn't want to lie to her anymore, yet he didn't want to hurt her anymore either, and besides, this was a loaded question. In all honesty, JC thouht that if he jumped into another relationship, it would distract him from his feelings for Leah, and he also hoped that maybe his feelings for her would somehow magically disappear. Wrong.

"Because I didn't want to hurt you." JC replied. So, it wasn't exactly a lie. He didn't want to hurt Bobbie, that was never his intention.

"But you did anyway."

"I'm sorry."

"You already said that."

"So I guess this means..." JC lingered. He didn't want to be the one to end it. Did he want it to end? Sure, but he didn't want to be the one to end it. As weird as it was, he felt like if he told Bobbie it was over, he would just be hurting her even more, and it may make things easier if she confirmed the status of their relationship.

"It's over." She stated simply.

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When JC walked into his house, he heard his phone ring. When he read on the caller ID that it was Justin, he answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Hey man!" Justin answered, sounding a little too enthusiastic. "Sooo..."

"So what?" JC asked.

"How did it go with Leah?"
"Wait what? How did you know about that?" JC asked incredulously.

"Dude, I may be yougner than you, but I'm not stupid. We did share the suite dummy! When me and the guys finally got in, there were flower vases, and picture frames strewn all across the floor. We figured that you guys knocked them over on the way to the bedroom. Besides, I planned the whole thing!" JC could practically feel Justin smiling smugly on the other end of the phone.

"Justin, what the hell do you mean you planned it?" JC demanded.

"I told the deejay to play those songs while you guys were out on the floor dancing. The both of you were sooo wasted! Man was that a sight to see, because usually you two are like the most straight-laced people I know! Anyways, back to the point, I knew that once I played your song, it was a wrap. You two would not be able to resist each other!" Justin explained proudly.

"You did what?" JC asked, growing angrier, and angrier by the second. Could today possibly get any worse?

"JC chill out."

"Justin, in case you hadn't notice, I had a girlfriend, Bobbie! And we were really good together, and now look what you did!" JC yelled.

"Look what I did?" Justin asked, now he was getting angry. "I didn't do anything! I wasn't the one that got drunk, I didn't sleep with Leah! All I did was ask the deejay to play a few songs I'll admit to that, but it's your fault that you didn't have any self control. It's your fault that you messed things up with Bobbie. So don't get mad at me for something that you did. You screwed up, I didn't!" Justin yelled back.

JC took a deep breath. He knew he shouldn't have blown up on Justin like that, he was just taking all of his frustations out on him, because he was mad at himself. "Look man, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone off on you like that." He apologized. "But why did you feel the need to set up me and Leah?" JC asked curiously.

"Dammit JC, you can be so blind sometimes." Justin sighed. "Don't you get it? I get it, everyone else gets it. You guys belong together. I just don't understand why you guys keep fighting it. I spend enough time with you to realize that you're still in love with her, and it's so obvious that she loves you too. To be honest, you and Nikki were good together, and you and Bobbie are good together, but you and Leah are so amazing together. It's real love between you two. You guys just have to stop being so afriad, and let your guards down. I know you can never love someone as much as you love her, and she can never love another guy as much as she loves you. Besides, whether those songs were played or not, you guys were bound to do something, the sexual tension was so intense between you two." Justin explained.

"I don't know what to do." JC admitted. "Bobbie and I are broken up and Leah won't answer my calls. I bet she's really angry at me."

"Wait when did you and Bobbie break up?" Justin asked. This was news to him.

"About an hour ago." JC replied.

"So this means that you can reconcile with Leah, and then you two can finally have the happy ending that you guys both deserve!"

"Well, I don't know about all of that."

"Why not?" Justin asked.

"She's my bestfriend."

"No shit." Justin replied.

"I can't screw this up. I might've already screwed us up. What if she doen't want to see my face again?" JC asked.

"Dude, chill out. She's your bestfriend, you guys are gonna work this out. Now, hang up the phone, and call Leah, and if she doesn't answer, then call her again, and if she doesn't answer the next time, then show up at her house, and make her face you. You can't just sit by and do nothing, if you really want to be with her then fight for. Or else some other guy is gonna come along, and steal her heart." Justin said.

"Thanks man." JC replied.

"No problem. Now, call her before I kick your ass!"

Leah peaked her head out from under the covers, when she heard her phone ring. She didn't bother looking at the caller ID, because she already knew who it was. It wasn't that she was mad at JC, she just couldn't face him, she was too embarrassed. She couldn't believe that she had gotten drunk, and slept with her bestfriend. That wasn't her. That was someone else. Not her. He probably thought that she was some slut. She sure felt like one. In fact her self esteem had taken a huge nosedive. She lay in bed all day, eating a gallon of her favorite Haagen-Dazs Cookies-n-Cream ice cream, while crying her eyes out, and watching a "Wonder Years" marathon. She felt low, she felt lower than low. Whenever she felt this bad, she'd usually call JC, and he's make her feel better. Only now she couldn't. She needed to talk to someone. When the phone stopped ringing, Leah picked up her cordless phone and decided to call Lucky, her other bestfriend.

The phone rang three times before someone picked up. "Hello?" Lucky answered cheerfully.

"Lucky, it's me." Leah replied.
"Oh, hey girl! What's up?" Lucky asked. Despite feeling down, Leah couldn't help but smile a little. If this were nine or ten years ago, she knew that Lucky wouldn't be so peppy. Although she was the same old Lucky, she had changed a lot as well. For instance she was no longer a loner, she had plenty of friends besides Leah now. Plenty of male friends specifically, and ironically enough, she was a fashion stylist! She also wasn't that same misanthropic girl she used to be. She now had a different perspective on life, and a cheery disposition. Leah figured her going to the Fashion Institute for Design and Merchandising in LA, really got her to break out of her shell.

"I need your help on something."

"Uh-oh what'd ya do now?" Lucky asked knowingly.

"I slept with Josh!" Leah blurted out.

"Hold the phone!" Lucky gasped. "It's about damn time!"

"Don't be so excited."

"Well, why the hell not? And why exactly am I more excited than you?" Lucky asked.

"Well, it was this past weekend in Vegas, and we both got really drunk and really sloppy." Leah replied.

"Wait, wait a minute! You drunk? Are you serious? Well this is news to me!" Lucky exclaimed, now Leah had her undivided attention. Leah went on to explain the weekend, and how she ended up in bed with JC from start to finish.

"And now, he won't stop calling me, but I can't answer the phone, because I don't know what he'll say." Leah said sobbing into the phone.

"Awww babe, don't cry." Lucky said, trying to comfort her friend. "If he keeps calling you then I'm pretty sure he wants to talk to you." She reasoned.

"But what if he's mad?"

"What if he's not?" Lucky challenged. "You know, this reminds me of a conversation that we've had say, I don't know, about nine years ago, only it was a little less X-rated, and a little more PG-13! And you know what?"

"What?" Leah asked.

"You got through it then, and you'll get through it now." Lucky replied. Leah smiled, she knew Lucky was right. "And was the outcome nine years ago so bad? I mean you did end up as a couple, am I right?"

"Yeah, but we broke up."

"Only because it wasn't the right time for you guys. You we're both young and trying to get your careers started. It's not like you broke up because you didn't love each other. Besides you guys did do it afterall! It's not like he tried to stop you, and that means something." Lucky said.

"But we were drunk." Leah reminded her.

"But you know what they say!"

"What?"

"A drunken mind speaks a sober heart! Trust me girl, he still loves you!"

"Thanks Lucky, you're always there for me." Leah smiled.

"That's what friends are for. Feel better?" Lucky asked.

"Yeah." Leah replied.

"Great, now I can totally tease you!"

"Nooo." Leah pleaded.

"You did it, you totally did it, you did the nasty, with Jayceeeee!" Lucky sang over the phone.

"Lucky, stop! Please!" Leah begged.

"You bumped uglies! You did the nasty! You shucked oysters! You did the horizontal mambo! You did the bump-n-grind! You were knockin' da boots!" Lucky laughed, naming several different names for sexual intercourse.

"Oh my gosh Lucky, you are so nasty!" Leah couldn't help but laugh with her friend.
"Me? You're the one who did it!" Lucky scoffed, pretending to be offended.

After talking to Lucky, Leah felt a little bit better about herself. She decided to take a shower, to relieve some stress, and finally talk to JC about what happened, and where they stood. To be honest, she was scared shitless. She wanted so badly to tell JC that she still had feelings for him, that they had never truly gone away, but she was scared of what he might say. Whenever she was around JC she felt like her seventeen year old self all over again. She felt like her frienship with JC was one endless cycle. They were friends, then they were more than friends, then they went back to being friends again, then she had feelings for him all over again. In all honesty, she hated being stuck like this. In a perfect world she wished that she could be with JC, and let it be that. She didn't want to be just friends with him, and try to hide her feelings on and off, like she had been since she's known him. That's it. She couldn't take it anymore. The next time JC called, she would just lay it all out there for him, and he could take it or leave it.

When Leah heard the phone ring. Her heart began to pound. She was nervous and excited all at the same time. You can do this, you can do this. She whispered, giving her herself words of encouragement. Before she could stop herself, she picked up the phone, and pressed the On button. "Hello?" She answered.

"Leah." A female voice replied gravely, on the other end of the phone. It was Jill. Leah's heart sank in dissappointment. What was Jill doing calling her? They hardly ever talked. "It's me Jill."

"Jill what's wrong?" Leah asked noticing the sound of her voice. She hardly ever talked to her sister, so for Jill to call her, something had to be wrong. Seriously wrong.

"Nana's dead."