Fiona wakes up and it takes her a minute to figure out where she is, until she looks over and sees Imogen sleeping soundly next to her. Blurry memories of the night before start to flood back, and when combined with a killer headache, Fiona realizes she is terribly hung over. She relapsed. Fiona sighs and manages to get out of bed without waking up her friend. She sees a glass of water, a trashcan, and a lone Tylenol on the floor next to the bed, obviously set up by Imogen while she was passed out. She looks back at the sleeping girl, who looks absolutely adorable snuggled up with a blanket and her messy bun falling down. Fiona reminds herself that she cannot think of Imogen like that, and slowly picks up her purse and heels, which were sitting by a desk in the opposite corner of the room.

Before she can head for the door, she starts to look around, realizing she didn't notice the collection of drawings, paintings, and pictures that hung around Imogen's room. As she looked back down at the desk, she saw huge sketchpads and loose papers scattered all over, some drawings finished, some barely started. On the corner of the desk were several folders, and the top one was entitled "Grade 9". Out of curiosity, Fiona quietly started sifting through the papers that were inside the folder; most were sketches and photographs of random items, dogs, or landscapes. Under the "Grade 9" folder, there was "Grade 10" and "Grade 11," as the "Grade 12" folder was completely empty so far. Suddenly, Imogen rolled over, still asleep, and Fiona reminded herself that she had to get out of here before any awkwardness occurred. For some reason she couldn't quite understand, she jammed the "Grade 11" folder into her bag and tiptoed out of the room.

She made it down the stairs, headed to the front door, and as she stepped outside she saw a man walking towards her, paper in hand. "Oh, hello! I didn't realize Imogen had a friend sleep over. You must be Fiona! I'm Imogen's father," he said as he stuck his hand out. Fiona shook it hesitantly, "Nice to meet you sir. How did you know?" she questioned. "Oh, well you know Imogen, she's not exactly the most social…" her father looked somewhat sad when he said this, "but she has mentioned you, you did that play together, with Eli, correct?" Fiona smiled, "Yeah, Love Roulette. Imogen is a very enthusiastic actress," she commented. "Well it looks like you have somewhere to be, but are you sure you don't want any breakfast?" Mr. Moreno asked as he walked towards the house. "I'm okay, thank you though," Fiona replied as she started to walk down the driveway. "Nice to meet you then, Fiona," Imogen's father called out before he opened the door and disappeared inside. Fiona walked down a block before getting her phone out and calling a cab.

Once she had gotten home, slept for another three hours, and showered, Fiona had scheduled an appointment with her therapist and was on her computer looking up the next AA meeting she could attend. She felt so unbelievably stupid for letting herself drink, especially simply to try and fit in with the popular crowd at school. As much as she wanted to have a great year, it wasn't worth losing her sobriety over; she could deal with being a loser one more time before she moved on to university. After deciding on going to the AA meeting that was an hour after her therapy session, she gathered her things and headed out the door.

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It was already dark when Fiona had finished up at AA, so she had picked up some takeout sushi on her way home. She stepped off the elevator and rummaged around in her bag for her keys when she nearly tripped over Imogen, who was sitting on the ground near her door. "Imogen? What are you doing here?" Fiona questioned, when she noticed a piece of paper in the younger girl's hands. "I wanted to make sure you were alright, you weren't answering your phone. I didn't know if you had gone out again…" Imogen trailed off, handing the paper to Fiona, "I printed off the schedule of AA meetings, I could come with you if you want." Fiona felt a pang of guilt, she hadn't thought to check her phone or even send Imogen a message thanking her for last night. "That's really nice of you, but I actually just came from a meeting, and before that I was with my therapist," Fiona said as she opened her door and walked into the loft. Imogen followed behind her, "Really? That's great. I just wish you would have checked your phone," she said with a laugh. Fiona pulled her phone out of her bag to see "3 Missed Calls. 5 Messages" on her screen, "Yeah, I'm sorry about that." As she threw the phone back in her purse she saw the folder of Imogen's art that she has stolen earlier. She knew she had to get Imogen out of here before she saw it. "Look Imogen, I've had a rough day, and I plan on eating this sushi and then going to bed. Thank you for making sure I was okay last night," Fiona said, a little harsher than she had intended. "Oh. Okay. See you around," Imogen's face fell as she replied and headed towards the door.

Fiona felt guilty once again, but by the time she could say anything else Imogen had slammed the door shut. After making sure the door was locked, Fiona grabbed the "Grade 11" folder and headed into her room. She wasn't sure why she was so curious about what Imogen was drawing or photographing last year, but she opened up the folder and began to flip through the artwork. The first items that caught her eye were a series of drawings of Eli, each detailed vividly and some of him clearly working on the play. As she continued to look farther into the folder, she saw photographs from the set of Love Roulette, which included some photos of her. Most were of her and Eli together, discussing the set or running lines. Finding this interesting, she continued to flip through the prints until she found the last drawing in the folder, which was of her, and only her. It looked like it was supposed to be from play, when Fiona had to go on stage, script in hand, and play Imogen's part since Eli had upset her. Fiona wasn't sure what to think of it, so she placed the folder back in her bag and tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. Now the real problem would be sneaking it back into Imogen's room.