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Addison:

Chills were running through the house in and out of my living room like a quiet ghost silently coming and silently going as I lie awake on the couch going through my facebook news feed. Another rush of chills ran up my back as I shudder from the cold. I looked over at my non-lit fire place, as if it was screwing with me. I'm twenty-two years old and I still have no idea how to get one of those things started, I always made James do it. He tried to teach me last year, but I didn't really pay much attention. And now, a year later, karma has decided to be a bitch and let me freeze. "Two more days and I'll be home." I tell myself over and over.

Freezing rain was coming down again –the kind of icy rain that stings like hell against your cheeks. I was convinced that it was coming down just to spite me. If it hadn't been so cold and nasty out, I wouldn't have taken skates to school (Yeah skates are band from my collage stupid, I know). If I hadn't done that, I wouldn't have gotten suspended, and Cathy would have had no reason to give me that look of hers. I might not have been so desperate to turn the day around by getting Jason to ask me out. I could have just gone living a little while longer in the hope that he'd ask me out sooner or later.

This day sucked, a lousy, crappy, soul-sucking, very bad day.

I had really thought Jason would go out with me. He had probably just been toying with the idea of dating someone like me so that people would see us together and say "Wow, he's going out with someone who looks like that? He must be really open-minded!"

Dick.

And the day hadn't finished sucking yet. Driving home from the airport in the sleet was going to be a pain in the neck, and the way my luck was going, I'd slide off the slippery road, the car would flip over, and the fire department would end up hosing what was left of me into the river along with the dirty slush.

I shook my head and tried to file all my misery into its own compartment so I could focus on driving. Then I turned the key in my ignition, and, as I should have guessed, nothing happened.

The engine didn't even try to start.

Ten minutes went by, and the car still wasn't starting. Not even sputtering, like it usually did when it was stalled.

I was about to pull out my phone and call for a ride when the dashboard lights turned on and the radio blasted to life playing some N*sync song. The snow was flying in the wind, as the temperature dropped, with the clouds hanging overhead, the day melted into night.

I was so glad to finally be home again, I never enjoyed plane rides, especially during the holiday season, because the airport is always crowded and busy. All I could think about was getting home and going straight to bed.

I turned the key that led into the apartment, shaking off the remaining snow that was clung to my boots and coat.

"Guess whose back!" I yell through the home, as I set my belongings on the table. "I'll worry about those later " I tell myself, heading into the living room to see where everyone was.

"Hey Add." Kendall says, putting a hand against the living room door frame, pretty much blocking my way.

"Uhhh, hi Kendall." I say, my voice filled with suspicion.

"So, how was your trip? Did you have fun? How was Kansas? How's the family?"

I was a little taken back by his sudden questions. I knew something was up by the way he sounded.

"Everything okay Kendork, you seem a little-"

"NO! I'm fine..it's uhhm, uh- Oh hey did you see the tree in the lobby, we should go look at it eh?"

"What are all the duffle bags for?" I ask him, as I see them setting up right against the wall.

"There, uh, James's. . . . actually." He says slowly, keeping his gaze on the ground. "He's having a few issues at home." He continues.

"So you told him he could stay. . .here?" I respond, not believing what I was actually hearing at the moment.

"What was I supposed to say?"

"You should have said no."

"And what, Leave him on the streets of New York?

"How could you just make such a huge decision without my say in the matter?" I yell, not caring who heard me.

"It's both of our apartments, remember? It also so happens to be Logan's and Carlos's."

I shake my head and roll my eyes annoyingly, thinking back to when all four of us through about renting a large apartment and splitting the payments in fourths. We all thought it was a good idea because the apartment itself was large, and us being best friends and practically doing everything with one and other was just another reason we thought sharing a five bedroom apartment was the greatest idea ever.

"I know it might be awkward at first for you because of the whole break up and everything, but we have to do this for him Addison. His parents kicked him out and the guy has nowhere else to go, and plus, relationship aside, he's been friends with you and everyone else here since we moved to New York." He says, putting his hand on my left shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

I knew having James here wasn't going to be the greatest thing in the world, but as much as I hate to admit it, Kendall was right. I need to forget about the ex-boyfriend James and focus on the caring, sweet, sensitive funny best friend James that we all know and love.

I open my mouth to protest, but I shut it immediately. "Alright, he can stay," I tell him, ending our small argument.

"Thanks," A voice murmured from behind her.

The look that was shown upon my face was probably not one of happiness, rather with surprise maybe even sadness. I could vaguely hear the sound of my heart skipping a beat when I heard the voice behind myself that I had missed dearly. Spinning around to see his face. I had to be sure he was really standing there. A small smile instantly lit up my face when she saw him. Those brown eyes. I thought to myself, I had missed seeing those almost as much as the brunette guy himself.

" Hey," I simply say, biting my lip when I suddenly realize the grin on his face matched mine.

James took a step towards her but hesitated, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck with a saddened expression. "H-how have you been?"

His voice cracked and my heart nearly broke all over again, fighting the burning at the back of my eyes as he held his arms open for me, soon I was wrapped in his embrace for the first time in god only knows how long it was.

I couldn't believe I'd almost forgotten just how perfectly he fit there, and just how incredibly it felt to have him wrapped around me like that. After a moment we simultaneously pulled away to look at each other up-close.

I couldn't look at those piercing eyes anymore; my heart couldn't take another second of it. Without a word I silently turned away and headed towards the stairs. Each step I took up the stairs was another step farther away to the person I wanted to be closer than close to, each step brought a number of memories we had mad in the past, every sound of my feet hitting a new part of flooring a tear would slip from my eyes and onto my cheek.

James

When I finally awoke, reality was still dim around me even though it was just past ten o'clock. There was no sound but the soft whoosh of the heater that was sitting in the corner by one of the dressers. I roll over in bed, looking out the window at the sun glaring over the tops of the buildings. The waves of coldness enveloping the city didn't touch me. I begin to notice where I feel asleep, I had fallen asleep in the room that had once, many months before, been Addison's and my own, a sanctuary of hushed and refined serenity. Addison had decorated it herself in tones of purple-grey and silver white, and it's the room that most reminds me of what we used to have. Feeling some-what stiff from my long sleep, I sit up as I stretch my arms out in front of me, letting a groan escape my lips as I do so. Swinging my legs out of the large king sized bed I shuffle my feet on the carpeted flooring and walk out of the room that Addison and myself had made so many memories in and walk down the hall and into one of the two bathrooms that were on the second floor. I strip down and let the clothes fall where ever onto the cold tiled floor before stepping into the shower, letting the hot water cascade freely over my skin hoping that that just like the water, the memories of Addison would slip away and down the drain. But to my dismay I find myself slipping from reality as my mind wanders to Addison, and without a fight I let the painful yet, bitter sweet memories take over my mind as the past, good and bad come rushing down like bolts of soring electricity.

August 12th 7:37pm (fifteen months earlier)

"James come on I need a shower, you're going to use up all the hot water like you always do." Addison complained as she continued to simultaneously bang on the un-locked bathroom door until she finally opened it and stepped into the bathroom to grab her tooth brush.

"Hey, I need to make sure my hair looks good." James retorted, poking his head out from behind the shower curtain, water dripping from his hair and onto the floor making a puddle of water.

"What am I dating a poodle?" Addison says annoyingly referring to her boyfriend's obsession over his appearance, as she takes a dirty towel from the hamper and begins to blot up the mess James just made.

"Hey now don't be like that. This poodle just so happens to want to look half as good as his girl, of course you could always shower with me." He suggests wiggling his eyebrows before closing the curtain again to continue his shower.

"You're wasting water mister." She says half-jokingly.

"Like I said, save water and shower with James Maslow!" He yells victoriously making Addison laugh at his odd behavior.

"Considering it saves water." Addison giggles before throwing her clothes on top of James' and stepping into the shower, where she is soon engulfed in hot water and strong arms wrapping around her as he presses his lips sweetly to her temple.

"James….James….JAMES!"

My flashback is cut short when I hear a loud banging on the bathroom door. "I'll be out in a second." I call out to whoever may be outside waiting to get into the bathroom. I turn off the water and wrap a towel around my waist and begin to dry off. I open the door, letting the steam roam through the hallway. I begin to walk out the door but my footsteps stop when I see a short slim figure in front of me wearing a large baggy sweatshirt with no pants on., talk about instant hard on. I didn't even want to begin to guess what Addison had under that shirt…or worse, what she didn't.

I tried to shake the thoughts out of my brain as I slip past her, our hands brush against eachothers the slightest and I try to ignore the burst of emotions and feelings that sore through my entire body like fireworks.

I don't look back, instead I just head back to into our...I mean, my bedroom…well, temporary bedroom to get dressed.

I grab my blue duffle bag and put on a pair of jeans and a dark blue T-shirt followed by a grey zip up sweatshirt, before I put away my bag again I take a plastic zip lock baggy containing dozens of blue and pink pills. I look behind me to make sure no one has come into the room without my knowing, once the coast is clear I turn my attention to the two pills that are resting in the palm of my left hand before I have a chance to think it over I pop the pills into my mouth and down them with a swig of water.

Was this worth the black eye, worth loosing my family, worth lying? For what it's worth, in this moment it was.

But how long will these moments last, a week, a month?

I had so many questions to all of which I had no answer to. When I lost Addison, I gained a new addiction. One of which I'm sure I'll never be proud of.

So maybe I did lie about the whole argument with my dad, I just didn't want people asking me questions to things I had no real answer to. I mean, my dad and I did argue, but it wasn't for the reason I was telling the others about. It was because he saw my black eye, the black eye is a totally different story and just way to difficult to even begin to explain.

Actually. It really isn't all that difficult.

I basically had gotten into a fight at a bad, no big deal, some things were said, and a few loose punches had been thrown. See no big deal.

I'm perfectly fine to tell the others about the fight, but the one I was fighting with, well that just happen to be Eric, also known as Addison's step brother, did I happen to mention that he's also the guy I've been getting the plastic bag filled with those pills from? Well…that's the one small complication.

I run my fingers through my slightly damped hair before I shove my dufflebag back under the bed to keep my belongings hidden from the others. After I do so, I step out of the room once again and head down the stairs to find everyone else.

"You've had a rough night, I can see." Kendall tells me once I'm standing in the door way of the kitchen. I just nod my head and take a seat next to Carlos on one of the four tall stools that sat at the marble island who had set a plate of eggs –his portion- and toast before himself as he ate and did things on his phone.

"I made coffee this morning, so I made sure Addison stayed away from it, so don't worry, you won't be poisoned or anything." Carlos tells me with a mouth full of food as I begin to pore myself a cup of the hot liquid.

"So listen, Logan and I got to run out and grab some parts for my car so I probably won't be back until like four thirty, I'm not sure what the status is on Addison and Carlos." Kendall explains as he walked to the bottom of the stairs and shouted to Logan to hurry up.

"I'm going with a few buddies to try and get some snowboarding in before the weather goes jank on me and melts all the snow. I think Addison might have mentioned earlier this morning that she was gonna hit up the Y or something." Carlos says, as he gets off the stool and goes to the sink, putting his empty dishes into it.

"Where am I going?" Addison asked as she appeared in the kitchen in a pair of dark wash skinny jeans paired with a pink sweater that was a size too big for her small frame, but it made her even more beautiful if that was even possible. There were traces of make-up on her face –not a lot, just the tasteful amount that girls who knew how to wear make-up put on. Everything about her –her poise, her freshly painted white tipped manicured nails, her small pearl drop earrings, her voice –screamed beautiful.

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