"I'll be fine Lucky, don't worry." Leah assured her bestfriend, helping her pack her suitcase. They were in one of the guest rooms in Leah's apartment, and Lucky was about to head back to Los Angeles.

"I just worry about you." Lucky replied, folding a pair of True Religion jeans and placing them neatly into the suitcase.

"Lucky, I am a grown ass woman who can take care of herself." Leah said. She aprreciated all of Lucky's help, and loved the fact that she had flown all the way across the country just to be with her, but she couldn't take it anymore. She hated everyone constantly having to watch her as if she would have a nervous breakdown at any moment. She was twenty-three going on twenty-four years old for cyring out loud! She did not need a babysitter.

"It's just that... What if you ummm... You know." Lucky mumbled, avoiding Leah's intense gaze, afraid of bring up the touchy subject of Leah's eating disorders.

"I'm not that same girl anymore." Leah sighed. Why did she have a feeling that Lucky would bring this up? She knew that she hated talking about this.

"How can you be sure?" Lucky asked. She didn't care if she was crossing the line anymore, she seriously cared about her bestfriend, and if anything happened to her at all, she wouldn't be able to live with herself.

"What the hell?!" Leah asked, her voice rising. She was now offended that Lucky didn't believe her. "So now you don't trust me?"

"No Leah, you're taking this the wrong way! It's just that I'm concerned for you." Lucky replied. This was not how she wanted this conversation to go.

"And I keep telling you not to be concerned for me!" Leah yelled.

"Well you know what? That's really hard for me to do when you won't come to me when you have a problem! Instead you'd rather do something sick like purge or starve yourself, which by the way, I've tried and I'm mean I've tried so damn hard to understand your illness, but I just can't okay! I've read books, and done research on Anorexia and Bulimia, but I still can't understand why you would choose to do this to yourself when all you have to do is pick up a fucking phone, and I'll be on the first flight out!" Lucky yelled, her voice shaking. She was now in tears. She couldn't hold it back anymore, she's been biting her tongue, since she's been here, but she can't just go on and pretend like nothing's wrong, and watch her bestfriend, no her sister, completely relapse.

"Lucky, I-I don't know what to say." Leah studdered, above a whisper. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but to no avail, the tears began to fall freely down her face. She was completely thrown off guard. The one thing she hated more than anything was being confronted by her issues.

"Leah, I know you said that you're not that same scared little girl that you were before. But to be honest I'm not so sure. Ever since your Nana died, you've been completely closed off. Even worse than before. I know that it's hard for you to deal with. But you have to deal with this sooner or later. You have to come to terms with this, or you'll go back to dealing with your grief in other ways like, binging and purging." Lucky said, sitting down on the bed, and wiping the tears from her face. Leah turned away from Lucky's knowing gaze. It's as if she had a radar on Leah. "Oh my God, you've been doing it again haven't you?" Lucky asked incredulously.

"No." Leah mumbled, looking anywhere but at Lucky.

"Dammit! Yes you have!" Lucky insisted. Lucky felt guilty, she wasn't doing such a good job of looking after her bestfriend if she had let this get past her. "When?" Lucky pressed.

"I don't wanna talk about this." Leah admitted, storming out of the room. Lucky followed after her.

"You can't run from this! No matter how much you try to avoid this, it won't go away!" Lucky persisted, following Leah into her bedroom. "When was the last time?" Lucky asked.

What had only been a few seconds, seemed like forever until Leah finally answered her question. "Only a few times. Right before Donny and Marie, after TRL, and this morning." Leah confessed. She felt ashamed. She had completely disappointed Lucky.

"Leah!" Lucky cried. "You can't keep doing this!"

"Well I can't help that I feel fat! I'm fat and disgusting, and I hate it!" Leah replied.

"That's bullshit, and you know it! First of all, you're tiny. Second, you're beautiful. Third, you're only using this as a cop out to cover up your real problems that you refuse to face!"

"Lucky, you don't understand." Leah replied.

"You're right, I don't understand why you won't be a woman, and deal with your problems!"

"Because I can't!" Leah yelled.

"Yes you can." Lucky replied.

"No I can't!" Leah argued.

"Why not?!" Lucky challenged.

"Because, she dead!" Leah cried. "My grandma's dead an there's nothing I can do about it. I wasn't there for her like I should've been! I was being stupid, and selfish! And there's all these things that I wish I could tell her, but I can't, and now I 'll never get a chance to, because she's gone and she's never coming back! Lucky what am I supposed to when the person in my family that I'm closest to is gone forever, and there's absolutley nothing I can do to change that, and it's all my fault!" Lucky confessed everything that she's been holding in since that night with JC. She tries to control her sobbing.

Lucky felt as if her heart had broken into a million pieces watching her friend fall apart like that right in front of her, not knowing how to help her. Her issues were way deeper than anyone could ever imagine. "Leah, this isn't your fault. Death happens, and sometimes for no reason at all. It's apart of life. I'm so sorry for your loss Leah, believe me I am, but you can't blame yourself. Would Nana wanna see you like this? Would she wanna know that you wasted your God given voice by purging? I know she wouldn't wanna see you too weak to stand, let alone dance! Newsflash Leah, your grandmother lived one hell of a fulfilled life! She hand a very grand life, and she would want you to live life just as she did! By not being afraid, and by not running away every time life starts to get tough. You have to come to terms with this, or else you'll live your life with this illness holding you back."

"I know. Everything you're saying is right, but I just... I just don't know how." Leah admitted, wiping her tears away.

"Remember when Liam died?" Lucky asked, referring to her older brother who died in car accident when he was twenty years old, and Leah and Lucky were fifteen.

"Yeah." Leah replied.

"When he died, you held my hand at the funeral the whole entire time without letting go. You spent the night at my house for two weeks staright. Whenever we weren't together, you constantly called me on the phone to make sure I was okay." Lucky said, tears forming in her eyes all over again.

"I remember." Leah stated, a fresh set of tears on the verge of falling from her eyes.

"I thought it was so unfair, how that damned drunk driver walked away from that without a scratch, and my brother got buried six feet under. I hate him, and until this day I still hate that guy, and I hope he pays for what he did. And yes, I still do miss Liam like crazy, I always will, but I know that he'd want me to live my life for me, so that's what I did. And I want you to know, that I couldn't have done it without you. That was the worse summer of my life, and to be honest, I don't know how I would've gotten through that if it weren't for you. You were there for me, just like I'm here for you now." Lucky cried.

"I love you, you know that?" Leah replied, hugging Lucky. Lucky wrapped her arms around a very vulnerable Leah.

"You scare me you know that?" Lucky responded, breaking their embrace. She sat down on Leah's bed.

"I don't mean to scare you." Leah replied, sitting down beside her.

"I don't wanna see you like that ever again. So weak, so depressed. That's not you. You're the happy bubbly girl that I met at Disney World nine years ago. The girl that was so happy, that it was damn near annoying. I miss that girl. You have to get back to being that girl. If you keep going on like this you could..." Lucky trailed off.

"I could what?" Leah asked

"You could die." Lucky answered. Leah was taken aback by her answer.

"Lucky that's ridiculous, I'm not going to die."

"If you keep going on like this you could. You don't know how many models that I've seen die. From Anorexia, and from Bulimia. They think they can handle it. They refuse to belive that they have an illness, they think they can control it. That's all they want is control, and instead their lives spiral out of control, much like I see yours doing. It's not good. You have to promise me that you'll stop this, or believe it or not you could die. I've lost my brother, and I don't think that I can take losing you. Especially when you're doing this to yourself. You can stop this, right now, and you can choose to live, and I mean really live." Lucky said, placing an arm around Leah, who rested her head on Lucky's shoulder.

"It's so hard." Leah admitted weakly.

"I never said that it would be easy, but you can't give up the fight. The next time that you choose not face your problems, and to purge or starve yourself instead, call me, because I'll always answer. You have your brother, and sister, and your whole entire family who believe it or not loves you, and are grieving just like you are. You don't have to go through this alone. You have your family, you have me, you have Kevin, and you have five incredible guys that would do absolutely anything for you." Lucky said. "Especially JC. He loves you, I mean he really, really loves you. You just have to let him in."

"I know." Leah sighed.

"You have to promise me that you'll stop." Lucky demanded, looking Leah in the eye.

"I promise." Leah replied. "I don't know what I'd do without you Lucky."

"Same here. I don't know what I'd do without you." Lucky said, wiping the tears from Leah's face. "You just have to let me be the friend to you that you've been to me in the past nine almost ten years."

"I can do that." Leah said.

"Good. That's all I want. Bubbles!" Lucky said, calling her by her nickname.

"I'm coming!" Leah yelled, walking down the stairs, after hearing the doorbell ring. She wondered who it could be this time of morning. Since Lucky had left the previous night, Leah wasn't expecting anyone. When she finally got to the door, she opened it, only for her green eyes to meet a familiar pair of hazel ones.

"Tyson! What are you doing here?" Leah asked, shocked to see her ex-boyfriend standing at the door.

"Um, I heard about what happened." Tyson replied. "Mind if I come in?" He asked. Should she really let him in? Tyson was not someone she wanted to see right now. Especially with how their relationship ended on such a bad note. It just seemed like whereve Tyson was, drama was sure to follow, and that wasn't what she needed in life right now. On the other hand, he did come to see how she was doing, so his intentions weren't all bad. After all, Tyson did go out of his way just to pay her a visit, it would be mean for Leah to just slam the door in his face.

"Um, yeah sure come in." Leah said, giving in. She stepped out of the way to let Tyson in, and shut the door. Leah led Tyson into the living room.

"These are for you." Tyson said, pulling his hand from behind his back revealing a bouquet of long stemmed red roses. "Your favorite!"

"Thanks, Tyson." Leah replied, accepting the flowers and setting them down on the coffee, feeling weird at the same time. Being that they were broken up, was this appropriate? "So..." She trailed off. This is awkward. Leah thought to herself.

"Um, How are you doing?" Tyson asked.

"Fine." Leah lied.

"Fine? Really?" Tyson asked. He knew what Leah's grandmother meant to her, so he knew that she wasn't fine.

"Considering the cirsumstances, yes I'm fine." Leah replied, not going into detail. In all honesty, Tyson made her uncomfortable, and she wasn't sure that she could trust him with her feelings anymore. "So is that it?" Leah asked.

"No, actually there's another reason I'm here too." Tyson explained.

"Oh-kaay." Leah said, sitting down on her sofa. She felt a bit uneasy. What is it that he wanted?

"Well I wanted to talk to you." Tyson said.

"About?" Leah asked.

"Us." Tyson answered.

"Us?" Leah repeated.

"Well yeah." Tyson replied, sitting down next to her on the couch. "I just feel really bad about what happened between us, and how we ended. I really messed up. I owe you an apology. A real apology. I'm here to say I'm sorry."

"Tyson, that means a lot. You know most guys wouldn't do that." Leah said, accepting his apology. She had to admit, that she was touched. Now she could honestly see why she fell for the guy in the first place. Sure, he was a jerk sometimes, but deep down he was a really sensitive guy. He just didn't like to let it show. Damn, he smells good too. Leah thought to herself, inhaling his Old Spice cologne.

"Well, I'm not most guys." Tyson replied, leaning forward. Now was the perfect opportunity, and wasn't going let it pass him by. Tyson leaned closer in, until his lips met Leah's kissing her passionately.

What the hell? Leah thought to herself. Should I be doing this? This is crazy! But she couldn't resist. His lips were so soft, and he smelled and looked so damn good. Once again she was lost in his spell. The same very spell that he had cast on her almost a year ago, that made her fall deeply and madly in love with the charming bad boy. But should she really fall for him all over again? Was now the time to get mixed up in the drama of Tyson Andrews with all that she was going through? Especially with how she felt about JC. This would just get her even more mixed up and this would make things even more complicated than they already were.

"Tyson stop!" Leah commanded, her senses kicking in. "We can't do this." Leah said, pushing him back.

"What why?" Tyson asked confused. He thought this was working.

"I can't do this. I'm in a very bad place right now." Leah explained.

"But I love you." Tyson said innocently.

It almost broke her heart to him say that. Why was this so hard for her? Right now in this moment, it was so hard to resist Tyson, and his charm, but at the same the same time, something in her subconscious mind kept telling her that she shouldn't go there. But damn, was he making this hard. Very hard. Is it getting hot in here, or is it just me? Leah thought to herself.

"Tyson, that's very sweet of you." Leah admitted.

"So then what's the problem? Don't you love me too?" Tyson asked. "Is there someone else?"

"Um... I uhh-..." Ding Dong! The sound of the doorbell cut Leah off mid-sentence. Yes! Saved by the bell! "I gotta get that!" Leah said, hopping off of the couch, and walked to the foyer, leading to the door. Leah silently thanked God for interruping such an awkward moment. But honestly, who else could it be at 9:30 in the morning? Opening the door, Leah had a damn near heart attack at the sight before her. "Josh?!"

Seriously? How many surpises could a girl take in one morning?