I want to say Thank You, first for reading this fic. and sorry second, because I have Never Ever written a story before =) I have a ton of ideas in my head though screaming at me so i decided to try and put them together. My medium is art, I sketch , writing is completely new to me so Words of wisdom and any advice on how to improve are greatly appreciated. The Turtles have been my secret love since I was a little girl and remain so today. Please let me know what you think.. Im currently working on the next chapter. Updates may be slow. I have two crazy kids and a business to help run. Thank you again. I own Nothing accept my OC's

Men Suck

" I feel like an idiot."

" Your not an Idiot."

" But I should have seen this coming! How did I fall for his shit? "

" Gawd woman ! You Do realize that you sound like every other duped woman since the beginning of time right? This whole conversations becoming cliche`." And it was, they had been going in circles about this for a while now. Rachell knew Meghan was hurting. But that penis slinging ass-face her friend had been dating Did Not deserve her time, tears or pain. She could however think of at least ten types of pain the s.o.b. did deserve, and she would gladly volunteer to deliver it. Expedited, and with a super friendly smile. - note extreme sarcasm (here)

Sitting around was not something she was good at either. Not when she had a problem that needed fixing. She faced them head on and as quickly as possible. Like everyone else, she had been taught that running from things only made them worse. People had taught ther that lesson, life had driven the facet home, repeatedly. So sitting here, stewing over something she felt she should do something about but really couldn't, frustrated the hell out of the red head. Because to her, there was a problem.

Not only did the asshole, in Rachel's opinion, need his dick super-glued to his kneecap. But she was worried about what this whole mess would mean for her friend at work. So a part of her wanted to make him pay for what he had done, and another wanted to be sure he understood that Meghan was to be left in peace. He wasn't her boss. Not directly anyway. Rachel remembered Meghan saying something about him being a higher ranking official in the company. He could make trouble for her friend at work and it pissed her off that there wasn't really anything she could do to prevent it. Not legally anyway. All of the plans she had would only land her pretty ass in jail. And how could she preach to her friend that he wasn't worth the time just to end up serving time because of the bastard? Exactly. She couldn't. Not that whooping his ass would fix him anyway. His particular breed of bastard never really changed.

Her toes began to tingle, letting her know she had been sitting far too long with her feet beneath her on the couch. Her foot would be next, then the annoying pins and needles would assault her leg. She needed to get up and move around. But where she wanted to get up and move around too she knew her friend would not approve of and she was having an increasingly difficult time not letting her anger take her up town and committing a few felonies, a misdemeanor or two and dealing out some sorely needed justice. So to save herself some jail time and her friend the bail money, she popped her butt up off the couch and strode purposefully to the living room window. Running her hands hastily through her hair in frustration and snagging a few tangles in the process, she stared out the 4th floor window and thanked whatever deities were listening, that her friend had finally gotten past the shock and numbness that accompanied it. Witnessing what she had could not have been easy. So Rachel really didn't want to judge her friends behavior, and she wouldn't. The girl had been so stupefied by what she had seen, she had nearly checked out of reality for a while. She wouldn't move from her spot on the couch to do anything but use the bathroom for nearly three days. For those three days Rachel had talked to her constantly, hoping to get through to her friend. She had urged her to eat but nothing passed her lips but water. She would drink but only from a straw and only if Rachel held the cup, and other than the occasional adjustment to her sitting position her friend would not move from the spot she occupied on the old sofa.

Then one morning she just took a deep breath and seemed to let it all out. As she looked into Rachel's eyes she sighed. Then as if coming to a conclusion to some inner battle, she gave a quick nod and got up. After taking a long shower she dressed herself and walked to the kitchen and made herself a bowl of Cheerios. Rachel had been so surprised and happy at her friends sudden recovery that she hadn't wanted to do or say anything to scare her back into that vegetative state. So she played along. Answering her friends mundane questions about how things had been and what she had been up too. Like nothing had happened. As if the last three days had never occurred. Once she finished her cereal, she rinsed off her bowl and spoon, placing them in the dishwasher for later and dried her hands on the little towel hanging from the oven. When she turned back toward the table though Rachel could see the mask falling and the tears finally filling her friends green eyes. That was this morning. Now they were at the ice-cream binging slash self-loathing stage of the process… But at least the tears and hysteria had stopped.

Looking out the window into the darkened alley she admired the purple haze the city lights cast across the alley walls. A mix of different colors washed together creating a beautifully sinister glow across the brickwork and metal grating. She recalled the first few hours after Meghan had started crying. Everything her friend had been internalizing for three days had finally come out. Every painful thought, every question and feeling had exploded out of her, bringing the girl to her knees. Rachel had rushed to her friends side, holding her close and letting her scream her frustration into her hair. The lady downstairs in 312 actually came up to see if everything was alright. Luckily the elderly woman was compassionate and understanding. She even came in and talked to the girl for a moment. She knew her friend had been embarrassed that her outburst had disturbed her neighbor, and that may have helped to calm her down. Nothing like a reality check to put ones situation into perspective right?. She wasn't sure exactly what the lady had said to her upset friend because she had been making tea in the kitchen while 312 talked to Meghan in the living room. But her friend had been in a scary place for a while there and she had calmed down considerably after the old woman left. Its always hard to find out someone is being unfaithful, but what he had done and his reaction to her finding him out… To Meghan, the thought of being stripped naked and spanked by a rodeo clown with a dead fish would have been more likely to happen than what she had walked in on. OK maybe the clown/fish thing was a bit of a stretch. But you get the point! That shit was fucked up from the floor up.

Meghan had calmed down considerably after 312 left. The old woman saying she had to get to bed, some nightly ritual or something. She wasn't sure what the old ladies name was. Almost felt bad for not knowing. Especially after the woman had helped to calm her friend down. Meghan more than likely had told her at some point what the ladies name was but she had always sucked at remembering peoples names. Faces she could remember. Names not so much. So she just started referring to the lady by her apartment number. It was a habit at this point.

I need a smoke. She had just quit smoking when all of this had happened. Unlatching the ancient locks on the old window she quickly slid the glass up enough to crawl out onto the fire escape. The apartment was located on the fourth floor of an older building that had been converted into lofts. The girls often used the old iron staircase to access the roof above when nights were clear enough for a few stars to peek through the city's ever present haze of lights. The blond left sitting on the couch watched her go but thankfully said nothing. She really didn't need the reminder that she needed to quit. A rush of cold city air swirled in through the window as it slid open and the chilly October breeze caused goose bumps to spread up her arms. She was a seasoned smoker however and mentally thumbed her nose at the dropping temperatures outside. Her left foot had gone to sleep after sitting on it for so long and the pins and needles tingling up her calf were not helping her gracefully extricate herself from the apartment window. Doing a little wiggle hop shimmy she made it out the window in one piece and out onto the fire escape, plopping down for her nicotine fix. No amount of cold air was going to keep her from her addiction. She knew Meghan didn't like the smell but it had been hours since her last one and she needed it. Rachel had just found a comfortable sitting position on the rusty metal stairs when her luck ran out in the lecture department.

"Your going to smell like an ashtray." Oh look…theres the unwanted opinion. She smiled. Here we go.

Digging in her Ben&J's carton for another spoonful of ice-cream, Meghan mumbled, "I don't know why you started smoking again anyway, its not like you saw your boyfriend fucking somebody else." Ouch.

That was harsh. True, but harsh. Rachel didn't take the bait though. Her friend was just hurting and she knew that particular barb wasn't actually meant to piss her off or hurt her in anyway.. Well, definitely not hurt anyway, taunt her maybe but not hurt. Meghan wasn't normally a vicious person. She was just lashing out any way she could because she didn't know how to deal with the situation. Apparently her cigarette smoking was offensive enough to kick start the pissed off part of this emotional roller coaster. You could taste the venom in Meghan's words. This girl was positively toxic right now. She would let her friend get the poison out. Meghan wasn't trying to be mean to her, and she knew that. The poor girl just needed to vent, and the best thing she could do for her right now was be understanding.. She could be the verbal punching bag if thats what her friend needed. So she only rolled her eyes and said, " Maggie, I know your hurting. You know your hurting. You know I know your hurting and the lady in 312 knows your hurting," that earned an eye roll and unladylike snort of derision from Meghan. Rachel flashed a smart ass grin before she continued, "So, if you don't want to explain to the officers down at station 12, why exactly your hurting caused the chain of events leading up to my arrest? I suggest you let me enjoy this cigarette." She said with a wag of her cancer stick. It only took a moment for the image of that very real possibility to cause both girls to laugh out.

Her friend coughed out, "What makes you so sure I would bail your ass out huh?" That earned a full bodied laugh from Rachel.

"Pah-lease." She snorted, " Like you could let all this," she motioned to her whole body, " rot in jail, aand.. because, you love me! Even if you don't want to.."

Meghan cracked a smile and replied, "yeah.. but I would definitely let you sweat it first!"

"Three hots and a cot baby."

The two girls chatted a little more about what had happened, Meghan hadn't given her the whole story yet. She only had the cliffs notes version. So Meghan spent the next few minutes explaining exactly what had happened three days ago. After having the whole story, Rachel had a new respect and understanding for her friend. Respect: because she didn't kill the son of a bitch and the whore he was fucking. Understanding: because after what he did …. God man that was just cruel and fucked up in a special way. Now her behavior made a little more sense. Rachel still would have killed him. But her friend wasn't a hot head or a vindictive person at all. Hell, she could barely put someone down in a play fight.

Now that Rachel had all the details, she digested the information as she chipped at the old paint that was flaking off the fire-escape. The iron had been repainted a few times over the years and was slowly falling into disrepair again. Tiny chips of missing paint riddled the grating and rails. Scraping off a few loose pieces of paint, she lit a smoke and frowned down at her feet. Her boots, were a present from Meghan, and reminded her of her friends first date with Micheal. She had been so shocked that he had asked her out. The girl was a mess. She couldn't find anything she thought was good enough to wear. A pile of discarded outfits littered her queen bed, the floor, Rachel's head … One would think that the girl owned nothing but rags the way she was going on. Rachel finally suggested they go shopping, as much as she hated going into department stores and being around all those people, her friend was having a melt down and that was the only solution she could think of to fix it. So they walked the few blocks to a string of dress stores and after a bit of searching she found this perfect little black cocktail dress and matching pumps. While she was paying, Meghan caught her ogling a pair of fairly expensive knee high boots. She knew Rachel would never spend that much money on shoes for herself no matter how badly she wanted them. Or let Meghan buy them for her while she was there. So Meghan waited two days before she went back to the store alone and purchased them, then giving them to her for her birthday a month later. Rachel had never taken such good care of a pair of shoes either. Rachel glanced up through the window to steal a peak at her friend, Rachel had been hoping Meghan would get past the moping stage and into the Fuck him and the horse he rode in on stage so they could have they're little post breakup ceremony on the roof and get hammered. It was they're ritual. The leggy blond on the couch was just about there too.

Meghan looked thoughtful suddenly, tapping her spoon on her bucket, she turned her head toward the open widow and voiced her thoughts, " you know Shell, I really think men should come with warning labels. I know its been said before, but damn if it isn't true!"

Rachel giggled back, adding, " Yeah, something like, "Caution: Will waste All of your fertile years, Drain your bank account, find a way to Scratch himself in Public and Never appreciate you."" It was true though, at least in her experience. " Men do suck girl, if strong chests, broad shoulders and muscular thighs didn't make me salivate like a panhandler at a dinner party, I'd try batting for the other team," she replied dreamily. Too bad she was straight as board.

Meghan choked on her ice cream from the couch and coughed out, " you sound like your mother!"

"Don't you dare," Rachel pointed at her friend, " compare me to that harlot." She ended, voice rising in indignation.

The couch potatoe couldnt stop giggling." Your mother," she snorted out, " was not a harlot."

Rachel raised one finely trimmed brow. Pulling off the best skeptical look she could, she asked, "Oh really? Then what was she?"

Meghan was actually looked a little stumped, Rachel's mom, while not a bad mother or person, was actually quite…umm.." Attention deprived ? " she tried.

"Pfft," Rachel tried to say the rest with as straight a face as she could muster, "Try horny as hell. That woman would screw a telephone pole if it had a picture of a hot guy on it."

Chuckling, Meghan smiled adding, "yeah well with that bad ass attitude you run around with. Your pension for wearing manly clothes, and the fact that your more handy than Manny, you could definitely pass for a butch." She had to quickly dodge the cigarette lighter that was suddenly flying through the air toward her head. Giggling madly, she dodged the impromptu weapon and caught it up after it bounced off the couch behind her. She was really glad her friend had stayed with her though all this mess. Tossing the little red lighter back to the brunette she realized her dark mood was beginning to lift. She felt about ready to dust herself off and start moving forward. Poor Mrs. Gladys downstairs… Meghan felt bad for having disturbed the poor woman. But she had seemed understanding enough and had been more than happy to try and help Meghan through her breakdown. Ill have to do something to tell her thanks, she thought to herself. Rachel was still talking to her from the window though, so Meghan tried to tune back into the conversation, focusing on the fire escape outside her window and the not so quietly fuming Valkyrie who was occupying it. Meghan was trying to catch up to the conversation, Rachel had been going on about something, what was it now?

" Men are more trouble than they're worth…. If we could just, find some way to lock them all up like cattle we could solve a lot of the worlds problems. Then we could bring them out when we needed them instead of letting them run a muck. You know," she said, eyes flashing naughtily, " for those, Hard times."

Meghan just shook her head, " it would never work."

" OK, OK! Theres a few details to be worked out I know, But! I still think its a good idea," she trailed off with a smirk. Obviously still thinking about those hard times.

" And what the hell are you going to call this new Eden? Huh? Estrogen Acres?"….Meghan couldn't help but laugh at her own corny joke.

" Laugh all you want but in My world," Rachel started counting off on her fingers, " One, Men would HAVE to get their Playboy magazines, for the articles, because there would be no pictures. Two," she continued, raising another finger, " Men, would have to sit around and wonder what we are thinking! Three," she ticked off another finger, " They would not be allowed to eat gas-producing foods within two hours of bedtime."

Meghan was dieing of laughter by this point and Rachel kept going.

" Four, All toilet seats would be nailed down! ; Five, All men would be forced to spend one month in a PMS simulator. ; And Number Six, my personal favorite… During mid-life crisis, men would get the hot-flashes and women would date hot 20 year olds." She followed her dramatic outburst with an equally dramatic flop onto her ass.

Her friend stopped laughing long enough to point out, " You got half of that from your mom! "

" Yeah well, the shoulders of giants and all."

After laughing it up for a few more minutes, things began to chill back down and both girls began to stew again.

Meghan still sat at the end of her sofa closest to her window, legs curled under her body, elbows tucked close, shoveling spoonfuls of ice cream into her mouth. She had thought he really liked her. Micheal had seemed like the perfect guy. Nice, funny, attractive, successful. He would actually call her or text her during the day just to say, "Hey, how are you doing." And she was always able to reach him. She knew how busy he was. She worked for the same company. Although a different sector and building, she had an idea of what it took for him to make time to call her, and she had fawned over him even more for it.

He always picked her up for their dates and brought her home. At the time, she thought he was a perfect gentleman. It was just too easy. Her job and hobbies kept her busy and he always worked with her schedule. He made her feel important. She had had no idea. She felt so naive and Pathetic, to have been so obliviously happy to have someone who 'loved' her that she was completely blind to his real machinations. She wasn't, in fact, the center of his universe. She was barely a piece of space junk caught in his orbit.

She could see now all of his noble gestures were his way of keeping up with her so she didn't stumble across him during his 'playtime'. Thats why he kept up with her so closely, never giving her cause to search him out. Meghan wasn't a child, breakups weren't new to her. At 27 years old she had been in her fair share of relationships. None of them had worked out either. That's life though, Trial and Error, few people are lucky enough to get it right the first time and she was OK with that... This though, this was different, this was cruel and insulting and lots of other adjectives she couldn't quite think of right then but she had never been through anything like 'this' before. If she had ever been cheated on in a past relationship she was blissfully unaware of it. The look on his face when she had shown up at his apartment and found them together... That was one night she would never forget. No matter how badly she wished she could bleach it from her mind.

She had wanted to surprise him with dinner. So she had lied to him for the first time since they met. He had called her at work that afternoon and asked her if she was free for dinner. She'd told him she was working late and would not be able to see him that night. The truth was she was already packing up her things to head home. She had an unexpected change in her plans that day and had ended up close by. As a result she had finished work early and had plenty of time to go home and cook something special. She felt horrible for lying, but told herself he would forgive her when she surprised him with his favorite meal at his house for once. After all he was always so ready to do all the traveling so she didn't have to. She wanted to do something special for him for a change. The surprise was hers however. When she arrived at his brownstone, the door was already unlocked and slightly ajar. Apparently, he and his 21 year old secretary hadn't been able to wait until they were inside the apartment and in they're haste, hadn't closed the door completely. She should have turned around when she heard the womans voice. She was surprised someone was there but prepared to find a friend or maybe family of his she had not met. She never could have imagined she would find what what was waiting for her. When she passed through the kitchen door, she had a clear view of who was there and exactly what they were doing and they were Not setting the table. The casserole dish she had been holding fell from her hands. The sound of thick glass hitting ceramic tile and shattering caused all movement and sound to cease. Two pairs of eyes were suddenly looking at her…

And for a split second she thought he would try to talk his way out of it.

He must have realized that there was no talking his way out of this one though. He was caught, balls deep in his pretty little secretary and she had a perfect view of his bare ass as he fucked her on the dinning room table.

Thats when he smiled at her, the bastard actually fucking smiled. It was the cockiest, most self assured smile she had ever seen in her life. She was stunned, shocked, she couldn't move or speak. Though she knew she should do or say something her breath was caught in her throat. Her mind, unwilling or unable to process exactly what she was seeing seemed to stall out. Her body would not, could not, move. Her thoughts had all evaporated. She stood there like a statue, staring at them like an idiot. The girl on the table tried to cover herself and thats when he must have come to some decision as to how he wanted to handle the situation because he moved. Just not in the direction her thunderstruck mind expected. He thrust into the buxom blond laying in front of him causing her to cry out and fall back to the table. He continued fucking her as if nothing had happened. As if his girlfriend of six months was not watching him fuck another woman. The kicker however was the look on his face. He never looked sorry. If anything his smile grew wider. He knew it was over and so did she and he wasn't going to stop what he was doing to so much as apologize. Thats when the whole situation came into focus and time sped back up. Thats when Meghan ran. She didn't stop running until she was 3 blocks from her home, barely able to walk and far away from that disgusting scene. She had been in such a numbed haze as she walked in her door. She dropped her purse and keys on the little side table beside her door like she did every day and walked straight to her sofa and sat there staring at floor until Rachel arrived some time later. She had come over as soon as she heard something was wrong. Apparently someone had seen her running home distressed and called Rachell when she had not answered her phone. Meghan hadn't even known that she had left her apartment door unlocked until a pair of arms circled her protectively from behind. Shell whispered apologies into her hair and offered to stay with her for a while. There was nothing she could do to fix what had happened to Meghan, but Rachel loved her best friend and would do anything for her, even take a few days off work to help her get through all this. The muted sounds of the city floated in from the open window.

Outside, Rachel mouthed her cigarette in contemplation. She was thinking more than smoking, but old habits die hard and Rachel couldn't help but take up the old habit when she was mad. It made her feel like she was doing something, even if she wasn't. It kept her from doing what she wanted, which was good because if she went after Micheal, she would likely land herself in jail. She just had to keep reminding herself that. Meghan didn't need to deal with all that on top of everything else. That was the down side to living in a big city. Too many witnesses. Her friend deserved better than what that ass hole had done to her. If they'd still been living down south, Micheal wouldn't be so lucky. Rachel had never really cared for Micheal. He just seemed 'wrong' somehow." Now she knew why. He was fake.

Meghan was mumbling in the living room.

"What was that?" Rachel asked from the window.

Meghan looked up at her friend. Rachel was just putting out her cigarette. Must have been thinking out loud… Meghan calmly repeated herself, " I called him a bastard." Then with more force added, "Actually, I called him a Fucking Bastard." Huffing loudly she went on, " Shell, why do I always seem to end up picking the worst guys mankind has to offer? Do I have a sign on my back or something? I mean, I'm not easy. I don't sleep around, I don't go out looking for men in bars or clubs! I try to be careful, responsible ! You know that!" Meghan's voice rose as she spoke, quickly getting upset again. She would get so close to putting it all behind her when the question started eating at her again. Why me? I'm a good person, right? What did i ever do to deserve this? "Six months Shell! We were together for Six freaking months! I never had a clue he could do something like that." Meghan couldn't decide what was worse, the fact that she was sitting there letting that piece of shit effect her that way, or that she would be paying for her gluttonous behavior later at the gym. The bottom of the container loomed before her, laughing at her as the last dregs of Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Therapy made they're way to her lips. The irony did not escape her either. Maybe this particular ice cream flavor was created by an emotional woman.

Rachel knew Meghan wasn't actually looking for an answer to her question, no one could answer those questions except Micheal, maybe God, and he wasn't exactly being very forthcoming at the moment."Its not your fault, he was a douche. At least you found out now, it could have been worse."

Meghan knew what her friend was saying. At least she hadn't wasted too much time on him or worse, gotten pregnant. " But I feel like a magnet for bad relationships. "

Rachel nodded, "I know the feeling Meg, getting your heart broke sucks." She said as she crawled back through the window into the apartment. Brushing her jeans off to make sure she didn't track any dirt in from the fire escape she made her way into the small open kitchen and began systematically opening and closing cabinet doors. She knew Meghan kept booze here somewhere, she just had to find it. As she searched the kitchen cabinets she continued absently, " but I really believe theres somebody out there for everyone. You just have to stop looking. "

" Soul mates are not lost car keys or cell phones, Shell. I think its a little more complicated than that ! " She was making an awful lot of noise in the kitchen and Meghan tried to see what her friend was doing but all she could catch from the couch was Rachel's head bobbing up and down behind the counter tops. What the hell is she looking for? "You know you look funny right?" Meghan said loud enough for her friend to hear her. "You look like a gofer. What are you rooting for anyways?"

" Shit at this point… truffles?" Came the reply from under the sink. Her cabinet muffled voice cleared suddenly as she sat back on her heals, " you know, you got enough crap down here to grow a few shrooms right?."

"Just because you cant find what your looking for doesn't mean you have to insult my poor cabinets and organizational skills." Meghan said as she pulled herself off of the couch. Pity Party had gone on long enough. That bastard didn't deserve another minute of her time. He had wasted six months of her life, and now thanks to Ben and Jerry's, she would be spending a few extra hours on the tread-mill. She wouldn't let him waste another minute of her life. Stepping into the kitchen she tossed her empty ice-cream box in the trash and quietly pulled a chair from her table into the kitchen. She finally figured out what Rachel was looking for. It wasn't that hard to figure out. Apparently they had reached the 'lets get piss drunk' part of the night.

So while her friend was waist deep in her bottom cabinets Meghan pulled the chair over to her fridge. While she was tall for a girl, she was still not tall enough to reach the cabinets above the refrigerator. So she used the dining chair to climb on to reach the small storage cabinets that ran above the top of the fridge. Rachel was still hip deep down below somewhere. The sound of her chattering muted by the wooden box she was digging though. Meghan moved aside a few old boxes and a coffee can she used for change to reveal her stash of liqueur. Smiling brightly she pulled the Rum and vodka from the back of the cabinet. Having found her haul, Meghan quietly climbed down and replaced the chair. Never making a sound, she snuck off to her bedroom with the booze. Rachel didn't need to find it just yet. Besides, Rachel had been messing with her for two days with that smoking habit of hers, she deserved a little pay back. Her friend was on a mission to find alcohol and would not give up easily. If Meghan was lucky she would have time to take a shower, get dressed, and be sitting on the couch with a knuckle of rum when her friend finally came out of the kitchen. So with that plan in mind she trotted off to her bedroom to change. She had been laying around in her old sweats long enough.

Rachel continued to empty every cabinet she could find, she knew that bitch had booze here somewhere, she just had to find it. Her friend rarely drank but she always had a bottle of something for those ' fuck it all ' days. Now that Megs was up and coming out of her funk, it was time for phase two of operation 'What was his name again?' They were gonna get hammered. Giving up on the booze for the moment, she turned to ask Meghan where the alcohol was when she noticed her friend wasn't in the living room or kitchen. The faint sounds of a shower running filtered down the hall. Meghan must have decided to get off her ass and take a shower. Well, if Rachel couldn't find the liqueur, she could get the rest of their ritual supplies. Operation 'whats his face' would go off without a hitch tonight by god. Shell made her way across the living room and into the small bathroom in the hall.

Flipping the light switch up, she was temporarily blinded by color. Blue, the only room in the whole damn apartment that Meghan had actually given color to… was the freaking bathroom. Everything in here was blue, not just any old blue either. Freaking bright icy blue, baby blue, royal blue, and freaking neon blue. Yeah thats right, neon blue. Thanks to the stupid little neon Bud light sign Rachel was dumb enough to get for Meghan as a gag for her housewarming gift. It was the sign that was responsible for the little dots in her vision now. Rachel had asked her if she liked blue so much why didn't she have it anywhere else in the house. Meghan had looked confused for a moment but told her, 'she was painting the whole apartment in neutrals, but one night she'd had an amazing dream. She couldn't remember the dream just that blue and how wonderful it made her feel, so she decided to paint the little hall bathroom that color, but she could never find the right shade.

" Blue blue blue. Rachel approached the cabinets under the bathroom vanity with caution, she was half afraid a smurf would jump out of something and attack her. Smurf her up. Or whatever it is smurfs do. It was like getting smacked with color after watching black and white re-runs all day. Looking under the sink she found a bunch of baby blue rags and a medium sized metal bucket that Meghan kept for when she mopped. Taking the bucket, she began gathering up the 'necessary' items. One of the many things Rachel and Meghan had learned growing up in the country was that new life, and new beginnings, grew best from the ashes of the old. It sounded all wise and shit but Rachel figured out that it was really just a good excuse for rednecks to burn shit. But it was fun….particularly fun if the stuff being burned belonged to your ex.

With a cheshire grin she pulled her lighter from her jeans to be sure she still had it, returning it to her pocket she started gathering anything she could find that would remind Meghan of Micheal. Once she was sure she had scavenged all the photos, trinkets and odds and ends she could find in the living room and kitchen she went looking for her tall blond friend. The girls had an exorcism to conduct on the roof and Rachel was determined that her fire-pit free-for-all would help her friend to move on. Plus Rachel was pretty sure her friend had already snagged the booze!