Disclaimer: I do not own Private Practice or any of its characters. They all belong to Shonda Rhimes!

Rating: T

Summary: One night filled with alcohol causes something unexpected to happen. Was it just a kiss or will this end up changing Addison and Charlotte's lives forever?

AN: Well, I randomly got this idea while being sad. Yes, that's sad too, I realize. Haha. I know what you're thinking, I'm crazy, well, I am. Haha. But I love this pairing. Believe me, I'm a big CharCoop fan but I can't help but ship these two, although in the show they're probably the straightest characters on there. I mean, they're all straight but you know what I mean. Even though I ship Addison/Charlotte, they won't happen. But I love Jake/Addison together. And AddiSam is just bleck! Haha. Well, I don't know where I'm taking this but people will hopefully read it, review it and enjoy it. So here you go.

More Than a Feeling

Chapter 1

Addison's POV:

Well, where should I start? Do you want to know the simple reason why I'm writing this or do you want to know the complex reason as to what caused me to write this in the first place? I'll go with the second choice because no one likes a simple story. We all love the long, drawn out stories. Well, this is mine. I'm Addison Adrianne Forbes Montgomery, if you didn't know that already. Believe me; I've had my fair share of complex stories. No, it's not fair, actually. It really sucks. But everyone has to deal with it one way or another. There's no way of getting around that. So I guess I can't really complain, right?

I would say that I'm a strong person...very strong actually. I really am. I'm usually the type of person that will help a person no matter what and tell them that it's going to be okay. I love to help people. I do that all the time, not only because it's the right thing to do, but also because I would expect someone to do the same thing for me. A person can only be strong for so long. The strongest person on the entire planet has to break down at some point. It's only a matter of time until the bubble bursts, the walls come crashing down and the floor crumbles and breaks beneath you. It's inevitable. We try to push it away but it always catches up to us in the end. It's sad...and depressing, but it's the honest truth. And everyone knows that it is too, although we try to deny it sometimes. Everyone has a breaking point, something that triggers the sadness; the type of sadness that never seems to go away. No matter what you try to do to ignore it, it always stays inside you; slowly eating you alive until it destroys every single piece of you that is happy and okay. You try to change your whole lifestyle in hopes of getting rid of the sadness and the guilt but nothing ever seems to work.

So, this is the reason as to why I'm sitting in the dark corner of a bar, drinking my sorrows away, because it seems like it's the only thing that will help me forget…at least for a little while, until the next morning.

Since it's only a few blocks down the street from my beach house, I walked to the bar. I wanted to do something nice for the environment for a change and not drive. I can't say I'm eco-friendly but I try to be. Besides, I knew as I walked to the bar that I wouldn't be able to drive home at the end of the night anyway. I wasn't going there for a simple drink but I can't say that I was going there to get drunk either. I just needed to forget what was going on in my jam-packed mind and I would do anything to achieve that goal. Whatever happened, I knew that I wouldn't have to worry about driving my car home and end up killing myself in some accident. I may be sad but I'm not sad enough to want to die.

So, as I sat in the bar, I thought about my love life. That's usually the main reason I end up drinking my thoughts away anyway. But they don't totally go away, like I said before. It's either that on my mind or babies, but that's a whole other spectrum. I don't even have enough strength to talk about that right now.

My love life sucks; let's just put it at that. It started going down the drain about 10 years ago, when I was with Derek. He was the love of my life but in the end, I guess we just weren't made for each other. Maybe we were made for each other at one point but too many things occurred. We had too many fights about the most pointless things. I cheated on Derek with his best friend and I realize how bad that was. Yet, somehow we made it through that. Then, Meredith Grey came along. Derek was my McDreamy way before he was Meredith's McDreamy. He chose her over me though. I kind of knew he would. Deep down inside, I hoped that he would come back to me and leave her behind but my gut told me that would never happen. It turns out that it was right. I'm not mad at them. Believe me, I wanted to kill Meredith with a burning passion and kick Derek where the sun doesn't shine but I didn't. I still miss Derek though, not romantically but more as a friend. We used to be best friends. I know how hard that is to believe. But now...he's just a person that I used to know, a person that I was once married to. It seems like we're total strangers that never actually had a conversation together in their entire life. It's sad. Whatever there is left between us is just awkward. That's how far apart we drifted after the divorce.

I always hope that it was for the best. Once a door closes, I believe...well, I try to believe, that it opens up more doors; more opportunities so that better things could have a chance to come into my life. It hasn't worked out that way for me yet, but I genuinely hope that it does someday.

After Derek, there was Mark. Well, I was with Mark when I was with Derek too so I'm pretty much to blame for our breakup. I even had a chance to have a child with Mark but it was all at the wrong time. So, I had an abortion. I knew that Mark was a good guy but it just didn't feel like a good fit for me. Deep down inside I wanted a baby with Derek and not with Mark. I know how evil that sounds but it was what I wanted.

Not so long after the whole thing with Derek and Mark, I decided to move to Los Angeles. With the move, I actually felt a whole lot better about everything. I felt better than I ever did in a very long time. It was like some sort of rebirth…if you want to look at it like that.

Los Angeles is where I met three potential guys that could've been my "dream" guy. The first guy was Pete. He was a very sweet guy and I almost thought we had something going for a little while...until I realized he was still in love with Violet. So pretty much after that, I stayed away from him. It's okay though. We will always be good friends and that's enough for me.

Then, there was Sam. I can say so many things about that man. I fell for him hard...and quickly. It didn't take long. I was a little weary to get into a relationship with him in the first place because he is Naomi's ex-husband and Naomi was my best friend at the time. I took the chance anyway though. You know, I thought Sam was the one...until he told me he didn't want kids and I did. I couldn't start a life with someone who didn't want to have kids with me. I just couldn't.

So now, that just leaves Jake. You're probably sitting there wondering, what happened with him? Well, we never actually dated. I could learn to love Jake. I could. The man said he would even have a baby with me and helped me with IVF treatments. I so wanted to try it out with Jake but I couldn't drag another sweet, kind man into my crappy life and end up damaging him. Jake is too good of a guy to deserve that. So, I said no to him as well and now I am terribly alone at a bar at 8 o'clock at night. Go me!

I sigh loudly as I down my 4th glass of vodka. Things were starting to get a little fuzzy and blurry, but not enough to forget what's overpowering my mind. So, until I couldn't remember, I would keep drinking. I was sipping on the drink when I noticed a familiar figure walk through the entrance of the bar. It was none other than Charlotte King; my fellow colleague and chief of St. Ambrose Hospital. This woman used to creep me out and intimidate me so much but not much anymore. Well, about the intimidating thing anyway. I still find her weird. But who isn't weird?

Maybe because I was lonely or maybe it was just because I was getting even drunker with every second, I decided to wave at her and shout her name. "Charlotte!" I yelled and hoped she would see me.

Her head whipped around when she heard her name called. She looked through the crowd to see who called her name. A moment later, her gaze met mine. "Hey!" She replied as she walked toward me. She was wearing a tight, black dress that ended just above the knees and had black stilettos to match. "I'm surprised to see you here."

I laugh as I sip my drink. "Why? You don't think that I drink or go to bars?"

"No, it's not that." Charlotte shook her head. "You just never seemed like the bar type."

I raise my eyebrows at her. "Then what type am I then?"

"You're the type that drinks at home with her cat on her lap." Charlotte says with a grin.

"Thanks." I laugh. "I can see you as the same type."

She shrugs. "Somewhat...I just don't have a cat." I smile as I finish the glass of vodka. Charlotte looks at the empty glasses in front of me and gives me a weird look. "Addison, how many of those did you have already?"

I set the glass down and sigh. "That was my forth...why?"

"Just askin'." Charlotte said and crossed her arms. "That's a lotta vodka."

I nod when she says that and then I sigh. "I think I might head home." I say to her and start to ease myself off the bar stool. Once my feet hit the floor, I become unsteady. "W-whoa!"

Charlotte grabbed my arm quickly and stopped me from falling. "Geez! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just lost my balance a bit." I say truthfully.

"I'm not lettin' you drive home if you're drunk, Addison." Charlotte said in a concerned tone.

"I'm not drunk, Charlotte." I rolled my eyes at her.

She laughs and shakes her head. "You're not a very good liar. I know what four glasses of vodka can do to a person."

I smile and begin to walk slowly. "Okay...maybe I'm a little drunk." I look back at her and see that she's following me. "I can make it home on my own. I don't need an escort, Charlotte. I'll just walk back home."

When I said that, Charlotte began to walk after me even quicker with her jaw dropped and eyebrows raised. "Wait, what? You walked here? Why would you do that?"

I sigh loudly as I walk out of the bar. "Because I knew that I was going to get drunk and I wouldn't be able to drive afterwards." I didn't wait for her to reply as I headed down the sidewalk toward my house.

"You must be stupid if you think I'm gonna let you walk home in that condition all by yourself." Charlotte yelled after me.

I stopped walking and turned around to face her. "My house is just down that way." I pointed down the block. "Nothing is going to happen to me. It's only a short walk."

"I don't care." Charlotte said as she exhaled. "You're comin' with me."

"What? Charlotte, I-" I began to speak but she cut me off.

"I'm givin' you a ride back to your house and that's final." She said forcefully. "Come on."

I groaned as I walked back over to her. "Fine...drive me home."

Charlotte gave me one of her signature smirks and led me to her car. I got in the passenger side, buckled up and we drove to my house. It only took about twenty seconds to get there by car. I was about to step out of the car when I turned back to Charlotte. "Hey...did you want to come in for a little bit?"

Charlotte looked shocked at first that I even offered that. "Uh, no. I'm fine. I should just head home."

"Come on! I ruined your perfect evening by having you drive my drunken ass home." I explained. "It's the least I could do."

Charlotte sat there for a moment before answering. "Sure. Why not?" I grinned as I got out of the car and headed toward my house. I heard Charlotte running after me in her high heels. I took my keys out of my purse and began to unlock the door. The only problem was that the key ended up missing the key hole every time. Charlotte saw this happening and grinned. "Need help with that?" Without giving me time to answer her, she put her hand on mine, helped me stick the key into the lock and turned it.

I look over at her and shake my head. "Thank you." I turn the knob, push the door open and turn the lights on as I walk in. "Well, this is my house." I waited until Charlotte came in before closing the door.

She turned head to look around and nodded with a smile. "Very nice."

"Thank you. Did you want some wine?" I ask her as I head toward my kitchen, but not without nearly tripping over my own feet.

"Yeah, that sounds great." Charlotte held in a laugh as I tripped. "Please, Addison. Take off those damn heels before you really hurt yourself. You're makin' me nervous by just watchin' you."

"Then stop watching me." I wink as I take a bottle of red wine out of the fridge and grab two glasses from the cupboard. I sigh as I kick off my heels. "There. I know it would ruin your night if I ended up falling and splitting my head open."

Charlotte laughed. "It actually would. I just got off from St. Ambrose and I would be so pissed if I got stuck there with you all night. But I think it would piss off Amelia more because today is her day off." She grinned.

I took a seat on the couch and patted the cushion next to me. "Well, who would you rather be stuck with all night long…me or some random stranger?"

Charlotte thought for a moment before she sat next to me. "You know...I guess I could deal with you for a little while."

I nodded with a grin. "That's what I thought." I held the glass in my hand as I poured the wine for Charlotte and then handed it to her.

She grinned as she took the glass from my hand. "Thank you." She took a sip from it and her eyes widened. "Mhm, this is great."

I nod as I pour a glass for myself. "Yeah, it's my favorite."

Charlotte looked at me for a moment while she tapped her red manicured fingernails on the glass. "So...what's new with you?"

I sighed and leaned back on the couch. "Hmm...I can't say there's anything new going on, actually. It's just work nowadays. I mean, you understand that more than anybody."

"Don't I know it?" Charlotte grins and takes another sip. "All we ever do is work."

"Aren't you happy that I invited you over for drinks then?" I asked with a grin as I pulled my legs up on the couch.

"I would've been okay in the bar by myself. I don't need much company or any at all." Charlotte smiled. I raised my eyebrows at her. "But I'll admit that this is nice."

"I'm glad you think so." I smile back at her. "Why were you at the bar anyway?"

Charlotte gave me a small glare. "Because I wanted to have a drink? Why else would I be there? To get plastered like you intended? I don't think so." She sighed loudly. "Why were you there? Hmm?"

"Because..." I look away from her as I hesitate.

"Well..." Charlotte looked at me with encouraging eyes, which is surprising to me because I don't see that from her often. "You can talk to me about it." That also surprised me. Charlotte won't even talk about what's going on with herself, let alone ask someone else what's wrong with them.

"Did you turn into Violet now?" I ask her while laughing softly. It was weird to see this side of Charlotte. I saw the side of her where she cared frequently but she never really showed it around me. Charlotte never really shows that emotion around anyone. It always makes me wonder why.

"No, are you kiddin'? Do I look like a therapist to you?" Charlotte questioned me in a shocked tone.

"No, you're too mean to be a therapist, Charlotte." I say honestly and giggle. I would've never said anything like that to her if I wasn't drunk. Well, that's a lie. I would've said it, but not straight to her face. I know, I'm a mean person.

"Hey!" Charlotte yelled and pushed me lightly on the shoulder. "I'm not mean."

"Psh, uh huh." I grinned and finished the wine. I began to pour more wine into my glass. "Want a refill?" I asked her as I noticed that her glass was nearly empty.

Charlotte nodded and watched me pour the wine into her glass. "Come on...you can tell me. You can trust the Wicked Witch." She smiles at me warmly.

I let out a sigh. "Let's just say...love sucks."

"Well, that's obvious." Charlotte replied and looked down at her ring finger, which was missing her wedding ring. Cooper and Charlotte divorced a few months earlier but no one knows why. Sure, they had fights before, but what couple doesn't fight? Whatever happened between them must've been huge because they told no one about it. It doesn't surprise me that Charlotte didn't tell anyone. Hell, that woman hates to talk about her feelings. Cooper didn't even tell anyone. He didn't even tell Violet, which is weird, because they're best friends. It seemed like there was nothing that Cooper wouldn't tell Violet. But I guess I was wrong. I never brought this up to Charlotte. For one thing, we were never actually friends in the first place. And two, asking her about something like that can bring up a whole bunch of terrible memories and I just didn't want to do that to her.

I think about all of this and finally speak again. "I think I'm going to be single forever." When I said that, Charlotte coughed out a laugh then laughed even harder. "What? Why is that funny?"

She stopped laughing for a moment to sip on her wine and grinned at me. "I'm laughin' because that is one of the most stupid and pathetic things I've ever heard in my entire life."

I was a little confused. "How is that stupid?" I raised my eyebrows and then I grimaced. "Oh...I see how this is. You only asked me to talk about what's going on just so you can make fun of me because you had such a crappy day. Well thanks but-"

She interrupted me. "No! Addison, I'm not makin' fun of you. I just think it's absurd that you think you're goin' to be single for the rest of your life." When I didn't say anything, she looked at me. "I'm sure there are a whole lot of guys who would want to be with you. I mean, you're an attractive woman."

"Thank you, Charlotte." I smile at her. "But if that's true, how is it that every guy I get with ends up hurting me?"

"I don't know." Charlotte sipped from her wine glass. "What I do know is, if someone truly loves you, they wouldn't hurt you...," At that moment, she looked down. "...but they do end up hurtin' us somehow anyway. Love would be so easy if we weren't hurt." When she looked up, she looked right into my eyes. I could see the hint of a tear forming and I could tell that she was trying to stop it. Charlotte took a huge intake of air and smiled. "You'll find someone, Addison. Don't you worry about it." She sat there for a moment and seemed like she was staring past me, like she was in her own little world. "I promise."

"How can you promise someone that though?" I ask her while crossing my arms. "I've had promises broken before."

"Hey...do I look like a woman who sits around makin' promises for my own enjoyment?" I just sat there and Charlotte sighed. "I don't make promises to people. I don't like them." She finally drifts back into the present and smiles at me. "So if I make a promise to you, I mean it, alright?"

I nod and smile softly. "Okay...thanks Charlotte."

"Mhm. What are friends for, huh?" Charlotte smirks and finishes her second glass of wine. "Another refill, please?"

I pour more wine into her glass, noticing that the bottle is almost empty and look at her. "So we're friends now?"

Charlotte raised her eyebrows. "You don't want to be friends?"

"No...no!" I start to explain. "It's not that at all. It's just..."

"It's just what?" Charlotte questioned me. "Spit it out."

"I don't know. You just never seemed to like me before." I tell her. "You never actually wanted to have a conversation with me...unless it was work related."

"Well...what can I say, Addison?" Charlotte grins widely at me. "People change."

I laugh at her. "Okay, now you reaaally sound like Violet."

"Say that again and I'll make you regret that you even said it." Charlotte said with a playful glare.

"What is your problem with Violet?" I give her a weird look. "Do you hate the woman or something?"

She shakes her head and balances the glass on her leg while still holding onto it. "No, I don't hate her at all." I look at her and wait for her to continue. "I kind of envy her in a way."

I wasn't expecting to hear that. "You envy her? Why?"

"Please let me finish." Charlotte said with a straight face. "I'm jealous because...you know how I don't like to talk about my feelings...and also what people call me."

I nodded. "Yeah, they call you-"

"Cold…mean…heartless…a bitch." She grins at me. "Yes, I know what they call me. The truth is...I'm not any of those things. Okay, I can be a bitch sometimes…but I'm not cold…and I'm definitely not heartless." She sighs. "I'm jealous because she can actually talk about her feelings and she's actually okay afterward. She even helps people with their own feelings, while dealing with her own at the same time. God, do you know how much I would love to be able to do somethin' like that? She has a firm head on her shoulders...I don't. That's why I'm jealous of Violet."

"I see." I say to her. "Well, you know you can always talk to me, since we're friends now. You can talk to me about anything...anything at all." Charlotte nodded and looked me in the eyes while drinking the wine. I could tell that she wanted to tell me something. She wanted to talk to me but just didn't have the courage to speak up. "Charlotte...is everything okay?"

She must've realized the look she was giving me and smiled at me but that smile was forced. "What? I'm fine."

"Tell me." I encouraged her. "I won't tell anyone, Charlotte. I-" I was about to say something else but I was interrupted.

"Right." Charlotte replied and crossed her arms. "That's what everyone says. Besides, you'll end up tellin' Amelia or Violet. I don't need them on my ass about anything, especially Violet. I don't need to hear her shrink talk."

"Charlotte, please." I looked at her hopefully. "I'm not one to make promises all of the time either but...I promise I won't tell anyone, Charlotte. Not a single soul. I'll take it to my grave."

Charlotte pondered and looked as if she was thinking if she could really trust me. A minute passed and she still didn't say anything. All she did was sip the wine from the glass slowly. I was about to ask about it again when she finally spoke. "It's...it's about Cooper." Well, I assumed that much. I nodded and sipped on my wine. "I miss him...so much." When she said that, she ran a finger across where her ring used to be.

"Why did you guys get a divorce?" I ask her curiously.

She laughed softly and looked at me. "Don't you hate it when you finally think you've got the right person...the person that was meant to complete you, and then somethin' happens to ruin that?" I nodded in agreement. I could totally relate to that. It happened to me almost every time. "Well...Cooper and I were great together. Yeah, we had our disputes...but...I never knew that by not tellin' him what happened that it would cause all of this. If I knew what was going to happen, I would've told him sooner."

I was starting to get worried as she told me this. What happened to them that caused their marriage to fall apart? "What didn't you tell him?"

When Charlotte looked up at me, I could see how broken she really was at that moment. Charlotte always acted superior and mighty around others so no one would ever have to ask her what's wrong or ever get in her way. The strong and tough front she put up for everyone started to dissolve and diminish with each second. Her walls began to collapse. Multiple tears fell down her face as she looked at me. "I was...I had..." She chocked on her words. "I had a miscarriage."

My heart broke for her at that moment. I looked at her and frowned. "Oh Charlotte...I'm so sorry."

She shook her head. "No...don't feel sorry for me. I don't need your sympathy. It's my fault. All of this...every single damn thing about this is my fault." At that moment, I scooted a little closer to her and squeezed her hand. In my life I've only seen Charlotte cry once and this counted the second time. She surprisingly squeezed my hand back. "I wasn't the type of person to plan a pregnancy. I'm not the type of person to plan somethin' like that. We thought we'd let nature take its course. You know...if it's gonna happen, it'll happen and if not..." She stopped for a moment and started to cry harder. "Then, one mornin' I woke up and I was sick. I assumed that it was somethin' I ate the night before. I mean, women always think that. But then it kept happenin' every few days and then it happened multiple times every day. That's when I knew." Charlotte took in a sharp breath then started to sob. "We got divorced because...I didn't tell him I was pregnant. I don't know why but I...I was so scared to tell him. I shouldn't have been so scared, Addison." She put the hand that wasn't holding onto mine to her face. "One day I finally got up the courage...I was goin' to tell him and do you wanna know what happened?" I nod. "I saw blood. It was only a little at first. You know, they say it's normal to bleed durin' pregnancy. But it got worse..." Charlotte sighs and looks back at me. "So you can see that I never got to tell him and when that happened...when he was rushin' me to the hospital, he knew then and there that I was pregnant." Charlotte was still crying as she finished her third glass of wine. "Cooper was sad...but he was furious that I didn't tell him. But you know what? I'm furious at myself." She looked into my eyes. "If I told him, this would've never happened. I waited too damn long. So you know what? I ruined the only damn thing in my life that was actually great...perfect, as a matter of fact. I lost my husband...I lost my best friend...and it's all my fault. Now I just feel so terribly alone...and sad. I don't think I've ever felt this sad in my life." She set the empty glass on the table, leaned back on the couch and squeezed my hand. "Addison, what the hell am I goin' to do?"

Suddenly, Charlotte cried even harder. I honestly felt so bad for her. "Oh, shh." I say to her as I pull her close to me and hug her. "It's okay...it's going to be okay."

She shook her head as she cried into my shoulder. "No, it won't. I have nothin'...I have nothin' to look forward to."

"Don't say that...you have many things to look forward to." I tell her as I rub her back. "Who knows, maybe you and Cooper will get together again."

Charlotte laughed lightly while still crying. "Yeah, right. That's like saying it might snow in hell. That's never gonna happen. It's impossible."

"Be optimistic, Charlotte...just for once." I say to her and smile, although she couldn't see that.

"Why should I be?" Charlotte retorted. "We're all taught to be hopeful but we end up gettin' our hearts shattered in the end anyway, so what's the point? I mean, come on." She leaned back and looked at me. "I used to be an optimistic person...but not anymore."

That's when it happened. For the first time, I noticed the beauty of Charlotte's striking green eyes, although they were red with all of the tears and the crying. Before this moment, I didn't know it was possible to get lost in someone's eyes. And even if I did, this time it was different. I don't know how it happened or why it happened but it did. I guess I could blame myself for being half drunk at the time but that's what everyone blames for their crazy and erratic behavior. Charlotte looked into my eyes as well but she didn't say a word. Slowly, I lifted my hands up to Charlotte's face and cupped each side. Her eyes grew wide at this yet she didn't try to pull away. I took a deep breath as I started to lean forward. The only thought that was going through my mind was why the hell am I doing this? I closed my eyes and I kissed Charlotte gently on the lips. When our lips met, it was like nothing I have ever felt before. Her lips were as soft as rose petals. That sounds really weird. I never said that about anyone's lips. Okay, let's just say they were super soft. Our lips stayed together for a few seconds before Charlotte pulled back from me. She glared at me intensely and did one of those signature exhales she always does. Surprisingly enough, Charlotte kissed me back, with hunger and passion. She let her fingers run through my hair. Never in my life would I have thought about kissing a woman, especially not Charlotte, but I couldn't deny what I was feeling at that moment. I was actually enjoying kissing her. In that point in time, everything felt right. I forgot about the pain and sadness that was surging through me and just focused on Charlotte. I was about to wrap my arms around her when she pulled back abruptly. She looked so scared, sick even. She dropped her hands from my hair and stood up quickly, picking up her purse from the couch.

"Charlotte...where are you going?" I ask her while watching her get up frantically.

"I'm leavin'." Charlotte said in such a soft voice that I almost couldn't hear it. "I'm goin' home."

"Don't leave." I say desperately, feeling horrible for kissing her in the first place. Nice going, Addison. My self-conscious muttered to me.

"Stop...leave me alone." Charlotte snapped back, turning at me to glare. "Don't you dare try to stop me."

"You're not driving like that, Charlotte." I stood up and followed her. "You've had 3 glasses of wine."

"So what? You've had more alcohol than me." I could see pure anger in her eyes. It was the one thing that originally made me weary about her in the first place. "Don't you even get the idea that I'm stayin' here, 'cause you're dead wrong."

"Charlotte, if something happens when you're driving, you can be hurt or worse, killed!" I pleaded with her.

"Not that anyone would care anyway." Charlotte opened up the door roughly. "I'm better off dead than alive. You know it and everyone knows it."

"That's not true and you know it!" I yell at her. "Stay here, Charlotte."

She continued to glare at me and spoke through gritted teeth. "Goodbye, Addison." Charlotte stomped out of my door and headed to her car. I thought about chasing after her but I knew it wouldn't do any good. I sighed as I watched her speed off into the dark, pitch-black night. I closed my door with a sigh.

What just happened? I thought to myself as I leaned against the door and slid down to sit on the floor. At this moment, my mind was full of too many emotions. I felt dizzy. I felt sick but most of all, I felt confused...so very confused. All I could think about was Charlotte. For one, I was worried about her. She had a lot of wine at my house. She wasn't even in a good condition to drive. Charlotte looked as she could've been driven to kill me at that moment. Something could happen to her and it would be my fault because I let her leave. I let her run right out of my house. The other thing that was on my mind was how beautiful Charlotte was. I put my fingers to my lips, where Charlotte's were a few moments earlier. It felt like they were still there. I put my head in my hands and sighed loudly. Could I possibly like Charlotte? I ask myself in my head and shake my head. No. I can't. I mean, she's Charlotte...and Charlotte is a woman. I don't like women like that...do I?

"Ahh!" I let out a frustrated scream. "Shut up, brain. Shut up! I hate you!" I close my eyes and a few tears glide down my face. I almost regret having to go to work tomorrow and having to face Charlotte about this, but I have no choice because it has to be done. "Ugh. Screw love."

Little did I know, that this night and that kiss would end up changing my life in ways that I never could've imagined.

AN: So, thoughts? It was kind of longer than all of my chapters usually are but oh well. I think I'm going to alternate between POV's so we can see both of their sides. Please give me a review. I would love to know what everyone that read this thought. So please, click that button down there!