This takes place about a year after their high school graduation. As with most of my work, this doesn't really follow any of the episodes.

Tea's Point of View.

Chapter One

I was dancing around as some of my favorite tunes played softly and I searched my outdated refrigerator for something sweet. I jerked my head to look behind me when I heard a knock at my front door. I wrinkled my nose and set the cup of pudding in my hand down on the counter and walked toward the door. I didn't have any family anymore, and all of my friends were away at college. Who in the hell could that be?

"Who is it?" I called, pressing against the door, waiting for a response. I didn't live in a good neighborhood and a girl couldn't take any chances.

"Tea, it's me." My stomach lurched at the sound of Tony's soft voice. He didn't sound the same at all. The arrogant and emotionally indifferent tone he'd mastered in high school was gone and replaced with one of what sounded like complete anguish.

I panicked. I couldn't let him in. Not after what happened between us. After everything I'd been through when he'd up and left for school without so much as a word.

"What do you want?" I tried to keep my voice distant from the emotions swirling inside me. He'd always been the only one who could make me feel…anything.

"Please just open the door. I need to see you." His plea sounded strained, as if he wanted to scream or cry.

I felt as if a fist was squeezing around my heart as I went against my better judgment and opened the door slowly. I heard his intake of breath, but I couldn't manage to look him in the eyes. Instead, I focused my gazed on the floor between us.

Finally, he said, "I didn't really think through what I was going to say when I got here" he sighed and the continued. "Please just look at me." When I didn't oblige he reached out and lightly touched my hand. "Please."

My eyes shot up to meet his at the unexpected touch. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked as if he were in pain. "Are you alright?" I pulled my hand away from his, and crossed my arms over my chest.

"No" He shook his head and gestured toward my new stance. "You can't even bare to let me touch you." He rubbed his hand over his tired looking face. "God, I've fucked up so bad."

I didn't respond to his comment other then to ask, "How did you find me?"

"I threatened to camp out on your sister's front lawn until she told me." He gave a sheepish smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I just needed to say I'm sorry. So God damned sorry." He started to reach for my hand again, but thought better of it and let his hand drop between us.

"It's over, it's done. We've both moved on." I tried to sound as nonchalant as I possibly could, but my voice quivered as I spoke.

"I can't" He stepped closer to me. "The entire time I've been away I've done nothing but think about that night and how it should have been different." His eyes were either glassy from being overtired or he was near tears.

"I'm sorry that you regret it, but we can't take it back." I stepped back a smidge inside the doorframe.

He rushed forward, bracing himself against the frame; he looked so tormented that I felt that imaginary fist clench my heart again. "The only thing I regret Tea is how I acted afterward. I know it didn't mean anything to you, and I tried to pretend it didn't to me either, but I can't anymore." This time he reached out and touched my face and I didn't pull away. I hadn't been touched in a year, and none's touch ever felt as good as Tony's.

"You think fucking you meant nothing to me?" I pulled back, my eyes burning into his. It had meant everything to me. I'd tried everything when I began having feelings for Tony, even hooking up with random girls, to get my mind of him. Then one night we'd ended up in a tangled mass of limbs, sated from exertion. I hadn't expected him to dump Michelle and profess his undying love to me just because we had sex, but I didn't expect him to never speak to me again either.

"You're a lesbian and we were fucked up…" His voice cracked with emotion. "And I…I…pushed you." He took a deep breath. I was taken aback. He actually thought I didn't want him that night?

"You didn't push anything Tony." I still tried to keep my voice even. "It took both of us that night, not just you. Just so you know, I wasn't expecting anything from you, except for friendship." I didn't have to tell him that he'd failed me as a friend; I could see it in his eyes that he already knew. He's been my closest friend, the only one I confided in and he'd left me.

I heard him expel the pent up breath in his lungs and he reached out, cupping my hip in his hand. "Can I come in and talk to you for a few minutes?" I flinched at the contact of his rough thumb sliding across my sensitive hip bone. "After that I'll leave you alone, you won't have to ever see me again if you don't want to." When I didn't answer, his tone softened even more. "Just five minutes Tea."

I turned in the doorway, looking down the hall of my apartment, and bit my lower lip. I couldn't let him in. It would be a disaster. There were certain things that were better left undiscovered. My eyes darted back to meet his again and I couldn't find the words to tell him to leave.

"Is someone else here?" He looked around me, and tried to see into my small apartment as I stammered for a response.

"Yes" I didn't lie. "Anthony is sleeping." I silently patted myself on the back for my quick response. I knew exactly what he would think.

"You have a boyfriend?" His face was turning red. Was he actually angry? Why the FUCK would you care?

Just as I was about to answer, Anthony began crying loudly from his nursery where I'd laid him down moments before Tony had arrived.

Okay, so it's like 1:30 in the morning here and I wrote this in about twenty minutes, so I apologize if there are any glaring typos. The story was bouncing around in my head and I had to put it on paper before it would let me rest. Haha. I'm thinking this will be a two or three shot. One of the chapters will have Lemons, so be warned.