A/N: Takes place after Hollaback Girl.

*Bianca*

Rain hit the metal roof of Bianca's car as she parked in an empty parking lot. Tears ran down her cheeks as she replayed the night's events. She had gone over to Drew's house to explain what happened with Katie, she just wanted to help and make sure Katie was okay. Drew had other ideas; he had kissed her and confessed his love of her. How could he do that to her and Katie? She thought. How could he just say he loved her when he was with Katie? I already broke up one of his relationships; I can't do that again even if Katie hates me.

She wiped her wet face and sucked in a shaky breath. "I can't just sit here and cry all night," she said to herself hoping she could make herself believe it. But where can I go? Auntie will be pissed if I come home this late. After everything she has done to people, Bianca didn't have many people she could turn to. Owen hasn't spoken to her in months. Adam is at home with Drew. KC is too busy with his baby drama to talk to her. Everyone else at school hated her. There was only one person that didn't, Imogen. But they haven't spoken in a while. They did make up and said they would be there for each other. Imogen knew very little about her and her life, but she was the first person she told about Vince. It was nice to tell her then, maybe she could talk to her again?

Starting the car, Bianca sat up straight and pulled out of the parking lot. Driving down the road cleared her head but she had no clue what she was going to say to the girl when she showed up on her doorstep crying. Imogen was the only person she could go to and not feel judged. Normal friends did these things, right? She pulled up to the large house she knew was the Moreno's. Running a hand through her curly, brunette hair, she put it up in a ponytail in hopes to look like she hasn't been crying in her car for half an hour. But she knew she looked like shit. Thankfully she had worn her water proof make-up thinking they were actually going to dance at the cub. If it was any other day, her face would have been streaked with wet, black lines.

She left the car and walked up to the house. It was late but there was a light on in an upstairs window. Knowing how strange Imogen was Bianca assumed she preferred to stay up late. With a deep breath trying to stop the tears from coming again, she balled her fist and tapped the door hoping the girl could hear her.

*Imogen*

Music rang out from the small speakers on the desk. Imogen was home alone and dancing around her room in a t-shirt and boxers like she did most days. Her dad was out at dinner with other professors at his school and wouldn't be back till the next day. She took this time to dance throughout the house as her dog barked at her. In her mind it was like a cheering crowd. She did this quite often. Now she was in her room gathering her supplies to start a new painting. Music always sparked her creativity to make something new and with her wild mind, it was easy to come up with ideas.

She started pressing brushes against the canvas when she heard barks coming from the living room over her music. Looking out the window she saw a car parked in front of the house. Confused as to who would be over at midnight, she set down her brushes and turned down the music before walking down the stairs. She didn't even think about putting her pants on; she was too curious to who was knocking on the door.

Standing on her toes, she looked out the window on the front door. From the light of the street lamp she could see the top of a curly brown hair. A wide smile came to her face thinking it was her best friend, Fiona. She opened to door to reveal a distressed, crying Bianca. Her smile faded when she saw the state she was in. "Bianca?" The other girl looked up threw herself into Imogen's arms. Confused by the sudden embrace, she wrapped her arms around her girl's shoulders. She could feel Bianca shaking as she sobbed.

Imogen's mind started to race putting the pieces together. Something is terribly wrong; Bianca would never come to my house at 12am cry. Hell, she has never come to my house before. Why would she come to me and not Drew or Adam? Something happened.

Releasing the girl, she pulled her into the house. She closed the door and shooed away Volta as she sniffed Bianca. She moved her over the couch and sat down next to her. Turning to face Bianca, she saw she was staring at her hands instead of looking at Imogen.

"Bianca, what happened?"

A/N: I wanted to get a good start since that is always the hardest part for me.

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