Alright, I admit it. I'm still writing these things. Even though I don't have my physic ability, I find it comforting to write these things now. You know? Well… maybe you don't but I guess that's okay. Alright, here's my account of what happened, and this is the true account of it too.

I don't like to brag or anything, but I looked really good. I was wearing a jean mini skirt, with this really nice black halter top Ruth had bought for me. I was wearing my lightning bolt necklace, the one where three bolts of lightning intertwine.

Finally Frank knocked on my door; thank god I had gotten a dorm all to myself. I mean, sharing a room with a stranger? Not exactly what you call fun. Except that when I opened the door it wasn't Frank. It was someone else entirely, a certain someone who I hadn't seen for two whole years.

"Hey," he said staring at me with this funny look in his eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here Rob?" I demanded, sounding very guarded.

"What do you mean?" he decided to play innocent, yeah right.

"What do I mean? Well maybe the fact that I haven't seen you for two years since the day that we broke up." I said, thinking about slamming the door in his face. I mean the guy broke my heart and now he expected me to be nice? I guess my thoughts must have shown on my face or something because he put his foot in the doorway and slowly made his way into my room. I shut the door and just stared angrily at him as he walked around the room.

I did notice that in the two years that I hadn't seen him he was still unbelievably hot. Just because I hate him doesn't mean that I can't admire his body. He looked around the room as if looking for a subject to talk about. He stopped at my mirror where I had a cluster of pictures slid into the frame.

His eyes traveled over the pictures, but seemed to freeze over the one of me and Frank. Something odd passed over his face, something like jealously, but that part I had to be hallucinating, I mean he's the one who broke up with me.

"Your boyfriend?" he asked oh-so-casually.

"Yeah, and he should be here any minute now, so if you could hurry up and tell me why you're here, that would be great," I said sounding a little annoyed.

"It's a little more complicated then that, Mastriani," he said elusively.

My eyebrow went up, "Try me."

"Well-"Just then there was a knock at the door. Finally, it kind of sucks he had to interrupt what Rob was going to say though, I thought. Opening the door Frank immediately walked in.

"Hey Jess," he said giving me a kiss.

"Hey!" I said returning the kiss. After that things got kind of awkward, seeing as how Frank realized that Rob was in the room, and Rob looked like he was about to hit someone. For a few minutes we all just stood there in one of those silences.

"Frank this Rob, Rob this is Frank," I said, finally getting enough courage to speak up. Rob held out his hand stiffly, while Frank eyed him warily. Just what exactly was going on here?

"Hey."

"Hi." There was another one of those silences before Frank decided to announce it was time to leave.

"I'll talk to you later Rob, if you want you can stay here or find somewhere else," I said picking up my purse. Rob just stared at me until I was about to walk through the door.

"Nice to see you again Mastriani." After two whole years the guy I thought I never would see again waltzed back into my life. What type of trouble would he cause me this time?

"Who exactly was that?" Frank demanded. No 'I've missed you' or even a 'How are you?' Nope, of course not, I get a 'Who exactly was that?' instead. Just my luck.

"Nice to see you too, Frank. Who Rob? Rob's just an old friend," I said, deciding to play the innocent.

Frank looked at me like he thought that I thought that he was stupid. After a few seconds he mumbled something under his breath that sounded something like "Yeah right."

I decided to play dumb, "What was that? Didn't quite catch that."

"Nothing, let's just eat," Frank said with a smile. I inwardly winced, why did Rob always have to come back to haunt me? Why did he have to choose now of all times to visit me for the first time in two years? And most importantly, did I still love him?