Title: Brown Eyed Girl

Pairing(s): Jalex FRIENDSHIP with some Palex and Jayzel thrown in the mix.

Rating: "T" for all of the cursing

Disclaimer: Just to make sure nobody forgets, I'll repeat: I do not own Degrassi and make no claim to. I also don't own the song "Brown Eyed Girl".

Author's Note: The first part of this chapter (the part written in italics) takes place during the Jay/Alex scene in High Fidelity. The rest of this chapter is set directly after that scene… And the rest of the story takes place afterseason five. Also, the chapters will alternate from Alex's POV to Jay's POV.

1 –The Beginning (Alex's POV)

I just broke up with Paige… I just broke up with Paige and I have no idea why…

But whatever.

Right now, I'm heading home from the mall. Maybe I'll watch some TV and order a pizza or something. Hopefully, my mom and her bastard of a boyfriend are already passed out. I don't feel like dealing with them right now. All I want to do is be alone… I open the door to my fleebag apartment to find Jay inside –sitting on the couch.

Great. Fucking Great.

What the fuck is he doing here? I drop my bag on the floor and cross my arms over my chest –trying to convey my message to Jay through my body language. My message?

You. Leave. Now.

It's not affective. "Look, I'm not here to bug you, okay? I'm watching the game with Chad… or I WAS… before he passed out." Chad passing out? What a surprise... Well, at least I got part of what I wanted. I sigh and move a little farther into the apartment –making sure to keep my back turned to Jay. I don't want him to see me cry… not that I'm going to…

"You look like you got hit by a bus," I hear him say.

"Paige Michalchuk break-up express."

"You looking for a shoulder to cry on?" He pauses for a few seconds. "Or maybe just a quick rebound?" How did I not see that coming? I guess he's still the same jackass that he always was.

I turn to look at his smug face... only, surprisingly, it doesn't look all that smug right now… Whatever… "Jay I'm not bi. I'm not confused. I'm a lesbian. An actual lesbian –who just broke up with her first girlfriend and it sucks." Jesus, why the hell am I getting so emotional about this? I'M the one who broke up with HER.

Jay gets up from the couch and walks over to me, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. He looks like he almost… cares… "I'm sorry," he says, "It's one of the first times I've said I'm sorry and actually meant it."

"It's one of the first times you said sorry and I actually believed you."

He breaks eye contact to glance nervously around the room for a second. "…Um, do you want to watch some TV with me? No funny business, just… friends hanging out."

I think it over for a second… "Fine."

I walk over to the couch and take a seat close to the end. Jay sits down too… It's weird. 'Just friends'… that might just be one of the hardest things he's had to say in a while… I glance at him and can't help but smile. Maybe he's not the same old jackass after all. Maybe… maybe he actually changed.

"How've you been?" he asks after about five minutes of perfectly fine silence. It wasn't awkward. It wasn't boring. It was nice. And then Jay had to go and ruin it with a stupid question.

I sigh. "I've been alright, I guess."

"Do you still hang out with that girl… um, Hazel?" he asks me for God knows why.

"I don't know," I answer simply. I really wish he would just shut up now. I miss the un-awkward silence.

"What about that gay kid? Do you still hang around with him?"

"I guess so." Okay, since when does Jay talk so much? It's starting to annoy me.

"Did you know Sean's back?" Okay, what the hell is wrong with Jay? Can he not tell that he's starting to piss me off?

"Duh," I say trying to sound as annoyed as possible.

Yes! I think he got it! Instead of asking me another question, he turns to face the TV… "Do you want to finish watching the game or would you rather watch something else?" he asks while grabbing the remote. Damn it.

I roll my eyes. "I really don't care." I also could care less if he spontaneously combusted, jumped out the window and fell three stories into a vat of chocolate pudding. At least then he wouldn't be in my apartment –bugging the hell out of me. What's up with all the questions, anyway? I feel like I'm in some loser game show or something.

He looks back over at me and before he even says a word, I warn him, "This better be your last question."

He nods. "Fine." He looks down at his shoes for a second and takes a deep breath before looking back up. He almost looks like he has tears in his eyes. "We were together for three years…" he sighs, "Did it mean anything to you?"

What? What the hell made him ask that? And why is he getting so emo, I'm-so-hurt, about this? What, did he switch brains with Nash or something?...

You know, fuck this. Since when is he the victim here anyway? "Did it mean anything to me? Damn it, Jay, I could ask you the exact same question. You cheated on me with every skank at the ravine!"

He looks back down at his shoes. "Well, maybe if you would've spent more time with me, maybe if you hadn't been using me as a fucking experiment to see if you liked guys, then maybe I wouldn't have had to cheat on you," he doesn't say that like he's angry. If anything, he just looks even more miserable.

And I have no idea what to do…

I want to tell him that he wasn't just some "experiment". I want to tell him that I did actually care about him back then… But at the same time I feel like punching him square in the jaw for blaming me for his cheating. How the fuck was it my fault that he couldn't keep his dick in his pants for more than five minutes?... I don't say anything for a few minutes. I can't say anything. I mean, the guy's a jackass, but, right now, he just looks too damn pathetic for me to deck him.

"Get out," I finally say. It's the only thing I can say.

"… but I'm still watching the game…" he says lamely. He doesn't really care about the game and I know it. He's only making excuses so he can stay longer.

Why does he have to make this any more difficult? I sigh –irritated. "Fine," I get off the couch and head for the door –if he won't leave, then I will. "I'll be… somewhere." Where exactly? I don't know… I'll think of something. It's better than staying here listening to Jay's self-pitying bullshit.

"And I don't want to see you still here when I get back," I add before slamming the door shut behind me.