"Tib, we can work this out. It's okay, just call me. I love you."

"Tibby, tell me what's going on. I love you."

"Tell me when you want me to come, Tibby, and I will. Just call me. I love you."

"Tibby, I can help. We can do this together. I love you. Call me back. Please."

Tibby didn't know whether or not she should call Brian back or not. She wanted to, but she knew if she did, she wouldn't be able to keep it together. She needed to be alone right now. Or at least, that's what she kept telling herself.

Tibby slept late the next morning, hoping everything would just disappear into thin air: Brian, school, the possibilities of being...pregnant. It all scared her. Where was the old Tibby? Wouldn't she do something about this? Instead of just waiting?

No. She wouldn't. That's my problem. Why do I always do this to myself? To the people I love?

Tibby told herself that she would change, that she would act instead of cowering in the corner, waiting for things to resolve themselves. She told herself that she was going to resolve them herself. And dammit, she wasn't going to lie to herself anymore.

And I am going to call Brian back.

With trembling fingers, Tibby dialed Brian's number on the phone. It was ringing and Tibby was very tempted to just hang up, go back to bed, stay there forever. But she wasn't going to promise herself something and then walk away from it.

"Hello?"

"...Brian?"

"Tib, is it you?"

Tibby was sobbing before he even said anything.

"Tibby, it's okay. I'll be there by dinnertime. Stay there."

He hung up, and Tibby still held the phone up to her ear. A person knocked on the door, and Tibby still held the phone up to her ear. Her stomach growled really loud, and Tibby still held the phone up to her ear. Only did she put it down when she realized that Brian would at her dorm room in an hour and a half. She freaked out and ran to the shower. After she got out, she ran around, frantically cleaning what she could while making a nice supper for Brian.

When Brian got to her door, his heart skipped a beat. Well, it was more like four beats. He knocked and then walked in. He saw her standing there like an angel, stirring something in a pot on the stove.

"Tibby?"

Tibby ran over and jumped on his, still holding the spoon she was stirring the spaghetti sauce with. The red sauce splattered on the person walking by outside the door, but Tibby didn't care. She got her Brian back. That's right, her Brian.

"What the hell?"

Tibby laughed at the guy standing there at her door, covered in spaghetti sauce.

"Sorry, not sorry. Bye."

She pulled Brian and kissed him with pent up emotion. He didn't have a problem matching her. They stood there in the arms of the one they loved more than anything else in the world. Finally, Brian broke off. He was hungry.

"So what's cooking?"

Tibby grinned really big. She walked over to the stove.

"I made spaghetti."

As she made their plates, Brian caught her up on all the happenings back in their hometown. They went and had their amazing dinner together and had fun with each other, for the first time in a while. They were happy with each other.

THE END ;)