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"I've got uh," Jesse opened the refrigerator and peered inside - scanning the small ice box for anything consumable. A six pack of beer, two Gatorades, half a pack of slice cheese and mustard. "Gatorade or beer?" He finished before glancing back at Becca. She was standing against the furthest wall taking in her surroundings - no furniture or pictures on the wall; or any sign of life in the entire house.

"Um, Gatorade is fine, thank you."

He tossed her one and nodded back to the living room - sitting down across from her on the floor. He studied her for a long moment - taking in the girl he hadn't seen in nearly a decade. She hadn't changed much in seven years - still the same small girl with ripped jeans and shirts two sizes too big. Tonight she wore a long sleeved gray thermal that looked oddly familiar and jeans with a small rip in the knee. He imagined there were plenty of his clothes still around her parents' house - if they hadn't burned them all.

"Sorry there's no furniture. I guess I haven't gotten around to it yet."

Becca shrugged, grinning at him from behind the blue bottle of Gatorade. "It's okay. The house is beautiful. You'll have a really nice place once you get settled in." Jesse nodded, taking a long drink from his beer as he looked around the empty room. He honestly hadn't thought about furniture or living here. He had thought about torching the place a few times but hadn't gotten around to that either.

"So, TwaughtHammer didn't make it far. We've got a few videos on YouTube but that's about it. Badger broke the camcorder right after Fallacies came out."

Becca laughed at the thought.

"Well with a name like that."

Jesse grinned, "Yo you were all about some TwaughtHammer back in the day. You were our first groupie."

"I was just trying to be nice. Didn't Badger cry when I told him it was a stupid band name?"

The memory of Badger becoming crazy defensive over the band name caused Jesse to laugh out, shaking his head as he recalled Brandon nearly in tears explaining how awesome it would sound on the radio.

Becca laughed with Jesse, taking another sip as she watched him smile from across the room. "He stormed out of the garage and didn't talk to us for almost a week."

"Do you still talk to Badger and Combo?"

His smile faded at the thought of Combo and he took another long drink. "I see Badger sometimes. Combo," He shook his head no and looked away. "He got into some shit a few months back and got killed."

"Drugs?"

He nodded slightly and swallowed the rest of his beer quickly.

"I went to rehab after Jane... died."

"Jesse, we don't have to talk about this." Becca assured, frowning at him from across the room. It was painfully obvious he was struggling with losing Jane and apparently Combo too. She hadn't known about him. Her heart ached at the thought of Christian being killed over drugs.

"It's my fault there both dead. Combo was working for me and Jane," A sigh escaped him before he continued. "I got her back on the shit. It's my fault."

"I doubt that Jesse."

"She was sober, yo. Had her 18 month chip then I fucked it all up. I fucking killed her, Becca."

She could only watched as he broke down in front of her - hands shaking as he sat the beer bottle down beside him and covered his mouth with his hand - reliving the past few months over and over in his head. Becca reach out and touched his arm suddenly - causing him to look up at her with eyes pleaded. "That could be you right now Becca. If I wouldn't have been fucked up that night and we hadn't broken up - you'd be dead now too."

A sob escaped his throat as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her embrace as she sat on her knees before him. Jesse held onto her as if she were slipping away - sobbing into her shoulder as she ran her fingertips down his back, his breathing erratic and strained; she could feel his own heart beat against her chest as he clung to her.

"Jesse," Becca spoke his name softly, her voice low and calm as his fingers dug into her - gripping her closer. It wasn't the first time he had suffered a panic attack but most of them were brought on from smoking to much meth. Due to his recent sobriety his one seemed much, much worse.

"Do you remember when we were twelve and you wanted everyone to start calling you JB?" She continued, repeating the soothing motion on his back as he started taking deeper, calmer breaths. "That was about the time Badger got his nickname."

"He must have said it a hundred times a day."JB - what's up after school? JB - your mom gonna let you go to the mall Saturday?" I hated it after two days."

Becca laughed at the thought, pulling away from Jesse's embrace as his breathing returned to normal and the panic on his face faded away. He stared at her for a long moment - searching her eyes with his own. Whenever his parents were giving him shit or the guys were getting on his nerves, Becca had always been the one to calm him down.

"What?" She finally asked as he reach out and touched a fallen strand of her white blond hair, brushing it back behind her ear as his gaze fell. "I should have never let you go, Becca."

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A/N: Thanks for the great reviews! Keep them coming! I went through and re-vamped the first two chapters just to give them a little more depth and substance. Writing new chapters and hoping to get them uploaded soon!