HATE THAT I LOVE YOU

A/N(peach83): A fanfic based on a Korean tv show. This is Full House, HeYa style. To my editor, KAPAOWIE, thanks so much for taking time out of your flailing moment to work on this chapter. Hahaha.

And to my previous reviewer who read Little Feeling, FRENCHY, I am not European. ;-)

Thanks guys for reading the reviewing my Brittana fic, Little Feeling.

DISCLAIMER: I wish I own Naya, but she belongs to Hemo. I don't own Full House either, just borrowing the concept because I think it's one of the best.

CHAPTER 1

ATTRACTIONS, DISTRACTIONS

It wasn't her first time flying, but she sure as hell wasn't feeling right about it.

Heather Morris sat by the window, first-class, on a plane bound for Hawaii, waiting for take-off. It wasn't her idea, but somehow her friends, Harry and Jenna, convinced her to get out of town. Maybe they had a point. She did need some time away to clear her head and get over her writer's block; and spending some time in a new place might help her get some perspective. However, she couldn't help but be suspicious, especially when they paid for her plane ticket and arranged her hotel accommodations.

First of all, those two brought nothing in her life but trouble. And second, it was the first time they really thought of Heather's (or her career's) welfare.

Trying to relax, Heather picked up the copy of that day's LA Times, turned the pages to the entertainment section, and snorted upon seeing the bold letters pertaining to that notorious Hollywood playgirl dominating that section again, seen recently with her 'flavor of the week'. Some people just didn't know how easy they had it.

Heather stared at the beautiful picture of the movie star printed on the newspaper. She was undeniably gorgeous and was an amazing actress. She heard the girl sing a couple of times on a TV show, which the actress was once a part of before she shot to fame; and she was flawless. Looking into striking brown eyes as if the actress was staring back at her, Heather couldn't understand how this girl could be so uncontrollable and careless as to let herself get involved in so many Hollywood scandals that would have buried her career six feet under, if it weren't for her natural talent.

It was unbelievable how Naya Rivera managed to keep her career afloat after she came out, and with those nasty break-ups and meaningless flings sensationalized in the tabloids and internet gossip sites.

Well, scandalous or not, she had to admit, she'd definitely want the Latina in her screenplay, that is, if she actually gets to write one. She was stuck at the moment, thus, the Hawaii trip. Since she was young, she had always dreamt of becoming a writer. She thought of her late father, how he would smile when one of her scripts would turn into a movie. The thought of him made her smile.

One day, she's going to make him proud.

With the newspaper still in her hands, the blonde writer made herself more comfortable in the plush chair. It wasn't everyday that she got to travel first-class, after all.

Heather was immersed in her reading when somebody took the aisle seat beside her. The first thing that got her attention was the whiff of expensive feminine perfume, which forced her to tear herself from her reading, and be mesmerized by a pair of mocha orbs, staring back at her.

For a moment, their eyes locked.

She felt her heart stop.

Heather had never seen anyone so stunningly beautiful in her life. When she allowed herself to blink, the brown eyes were focused somewhere else, and the blonde writer found herself staring at the astonishing right profile of no other than-

Her eyes snapped back to the paper she was holding, turned the pages back to the entertainment section that she had been reading a while ago, examined the picture of the actress, and then looked back at the incredibly fragrant and dazzling woman now sitting beside her.

Fuck.

Naya Rivera was right next to her, totally oblivious to the hyperventilating blonde gawking at her. The newspaper photo did not give the brunette justice at all. The actress was a hundred times more beautiful in person. And she didn't even have make-up on. Sensing that she was being stared at, the actress turned her head towards Heather and caught the blonde's eyes locked at the sight of her lips.

Annoyed at the blatant ogling, the brunette did not bother to hide the frown that formed on her face.

"Can I help you with something?"

The blonde almost fainted as she watched plump lips move as if in slow motion, without really hearing the words that came out of them.

The brunette actress rolled her eyes at the lack of response. She was used to people gaping at her, but this one's just making her feel too self-conscious. The look on the blonde's face was almost funny. Naya would have laughed at the girl's open-mouthed leering, but it wasn't a good day for her and she just wasn't in the mood. She decided to ignore the blonde and just listen to her iPod.

The voice of a flight attendant on the speakers giving out instructions before take-off broke Heather out of her trance. Her ears immediately turned red after she realized what she had been doing. She cleared her throat and tried to act nonchalant with her recent fangirling. She shook her head at herself in disbelief; she was never the one to fangirl.

But damn those lips.

Heather heaved a sigh. She was tempted to catch a glimpse of those lips again, but restrained herself. Instead, she leaned back and closed her eyes, if only to quell the sudden and strange feeling of butterflies in her stomach.

This was going to be one long flight.

Thirty minutes into the flight, Heather was snoring lightly. Naya grudgingly pulled the earphones off and turned to give the blonde a piece of her mind, but before she could open her mouth and throw daggers at her direction, she stopped.

As though she had suddenly forgotten, her annoyance and without any idea of what possessed her to actually stare, she found that the blonde sleeping next to her was actually beautiful. Had she met her in a club, Naya would have flirted with her and taken her home. But the player part of her seemed to have taken a day off, which is a very rare occasion.

The last thing she needed was another blonde to turn her life upside down.

Averting her eyes away from the sleeping blonde, her thoughts went back to the last conversation she had with her childhood friend, Dianna, before her flight to Hawaii. She could still hear Dianna's sweet voice in her head so she closed her eyes, forcing herself to sleep.

It didn't work though.

Naya was standing in front of a large mirror inside Dianna Agron's shop, inspecting the dress that her young designer friend made for her. The blonde was not famous yet, but she was getting there, thanks to Naya who chose to wear her designs to every big Hollywood event she had to attend.

"You're stunning."

The actress blushed at the compliment and tried to avoid looking at hazel eyes staring at her through the mirror, silently wishing that Dianna was too busy assessing her creation to notice it.

"Tell me something I don't know." She stepped away from the mirror, looking satisfied at the look her childhood friend suggested she wear to her Saturday Night Live stint to be taped tomorrow.

"Always the confident one, NayNay." Dianna chuckled while shaking her head.

"I've got to be. It's a tough Hollywood world, baby girl." Naya went to the black leather couch in the waiting area of Dianna's shop, with the blonde in tow. She flopped herself onto the cushiony seat, making herself comfortable.

Dianna sat down on the couch next to her.

"Hey." Dianna playfully kicked Naya's right foot.

"What?" The actress feigned annoyance.

"Who was that girl you were photographed with last week?" Dianna wiggled her eyebrows at her friend, who was now looking very flustered.

"No one." She replied in a dismissive tone.

"Well, 'no one' actually looks like someone I know… Ashley Benson?" The designer bumped her shoulder against Naya, who had been trying her best not to look at Dianna.

Naya just shrugged.

"I didn't know you were dating her."

"We're not dating." Naya grumbled. Embarrassed, she took out her iPhone and pretended to be texting, hoping Dianna would just drop the topic.

"Oh, you're not? Too bad. I like her." Dianna sounded genuinely disappointed.

But I like you. Naya thought.

"You know, one day you're going to have to stop flirting around. I want you to have a real girlfriend. Someone who can make you smile. I don't want you getting lonely." The blonde reached to tuck the stray hair on Naya's face. The back of Dianna's right hand grazed Naya's right cheek, making the brunette feel like it was burning.

"You make me smile. Would you be my girlfriend then?" Naya smiled, half-joking and half-meaning it. Who knows, maybe Dianna would say yes.

That was wishful thinking, of course.

"If I was a lesbian, I'd date you first. You know that, NayNay."

"I'm just going to have to wait for you then. You can always be one of them late-in-life gays." She winked at Dianna.

Dianna laughed and smacked her playfully in the arm.

"You're so funny. By the way, Meg called me yesterday. She wanted to make sure that we're still doing that annual New Year's Eve party at Valencia."

"It's only August." Naya just had to frown.

"She's that excited to see the whole Motley Crue. I missed Telly. We should have a get-together. What do you think?" Ideas for a get-together were already running through Dianna's head.

Dianna was referring to their childhood friends. All of them grew up together in Valencia, spending summers in their family ranches that happened to be close to each other. They formed an amazing bond that they managed to maintain in their years of growing up. Growing apart was something that their friend, Lea Michele, now a Broadway star, actually anticipated. So she started this annual New Year's Eve party during senior year, hoping that it would keep them bonded. It wasn't a bad idea. Everyone basically agreed to it without any second thoughts. Now they see everybody every year, and Naya, while she wouldn't openly admit it, looked forward to it everytime.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Well, for one, I intend to enjoy the last remaining days Lea Michele-free, before that New Year's Eve party."

"You love Lea."

"Ugh. 'Lea' and 'love' should not go together in one sentence." Naya pretended to vomit that got Dianna laughing.

"I swear, you have this sort of love-hate relationship with her."

"As much as I hate to admit it, I do love being friends with her but she's just so loud, I can't stand her voice. Maybe we'd get along better if she taped her mouth when we talk."

Dianna smiled at the jabs at Lea, and then became quiet. Naya noticed as the blonde let herself get lost in her thoughts. When hazel eyes looked back up to meet Naya's brown ones, the spark was gone, and Naya immediately knew why.

"Uhm, so, have you heard from Mark?" The designer tried to act casual while asking about Mark Salling, another one of their childhood friends, but of course, she wouldn't fool Naya. Naya could fairly trace the pain in that voice.

She took a while to answer.

"Actually, I'm meeting him in Hawaii. I would be doing some interviews there to promote my new movie." Last time Naya heard, Mark successfully started a publishing business on the island. It had been three years since he moved there.

"Oh. Tell him I said hi." Dianna smiled.

"Okay."

They let the silence linger between them for a moment. It was Dianna who spoke again first.

"I'm going to New York."

"What?" Naya turned to her friend in surprise. That didn't sound good to her at all.

"I wanted to take a few classes. You know, take my mind off things…"

"What about your shop?"

"I'm still coming back here every now and then. I just need a distraction, something to break the monotony that is my life." Dianna had to keep herself busy. She needed to bury herself with work, to have a reason not to think of a certain childhood friend who's now too far beyond her reach.

"How long will you stay there?" Noticeably, Naya's voice dropped in a whisper. She knew why Dianna needed a distraction. She knew the reason behind it.

Naya could not remember exactly when Dianna started having those feelings for Mark. The blonde never really talked about it, but it was so damn obvious. How could Mark take her for granted? Dianna was the sweetest, nicest, most lovable person anyone would ever meet. Did their friend Mark think Dianna wasn't good enough for him? Naya wanted to make him see how lucky he was that someone was actually this patient to wait for him. Mark was the reason for all the sadness in Dianna's eyes. She had no idea when it started but she became protective of the designer. She wanted nothing but Dianna's happiness.

She loved Dianna. The extent of those feelings was still undefined but she loved her and she wanted to keep her happy.

Naya worried over who would look after Dianna when she went to New York.

"I don't know." That was Dianna's answer, and Naya didn't like it.

Naya groaned in frustration when she felt the pair of blues on her again. Trying not to get riled up, Naya opened her eyes and calmly turned her face to the blonde sitting next to her.

"I'm flattered with the attention, but can you please stop staring at me?"

The sharp tone of the actress made Heather jump. She almost forgot about Naya's bad-ass reputation when she let herself got lost in those pair of brown eyes before. Yup, her eyes can do that.

"Sorry…" Heather mumbled in embarrassment. When she woke up from her short nap, her eyes automatically turned towards the direction of the brunette, probably to confirm whether the memory of seeing Naya was just a dream. Apparently, it wasn't.

And she was actually feeling the dagger looks the brunette was sending her way. Heather immediately turned away.

"Hi. Would you like something to drink?"

Heather looked up at the flight attendant who was smiling at them. Naya answered first. For the first time since the plane took off, she saw a smile formed in the face of the movie star who requested for a bottle of water.

And for the nth time, the blonde's eyes flickered down soft, plump, red lips…

"Miss?"

"Huh?"

"Drinks?" The flight attendant smiled at her with a concerned look on her face. On the other hand, Naya raised an eyebrow at Heather.

"Oh. Uh, just Coke, please. Thanks." She smiled gratefully as she was handed the can of coke.

But Heather was so clumsy, she actually dropped it. The can rolled back and forth a few times on the floor, shaking the contents inside, before Heather was able to snatch it back up.

Naya rolled her eyes. She should have paid enough attention though.

It was too late for Naya when Heather's Coke sprayed out of its can to her direction after the blonde opened it, wetting her in the crotch area. The blonde looked on in fear as the actress tried in vain to wipe the soda off her pants and shirt, anger evident on her face.

"Fuck! What the fuck, seriously?" Naya tried to grab every tissue she could reach but it wasn't really helping. She saw a flight attendant try to approach but stopped her with her hand. The last thing she needed is a good-looking female in skimpy skirts touching her lower region.

But that's exactly what clumsy blonde tried to do, making Naya almost jump out of her seat. The brunette swatted the pale hands away before it could touch her.

"I'm sorry! I didn't do it intentionally. I-"

"If you wanted me naked, you could have just asked." Naya snarled at the blonde, whose eyes widened at what she had just said.

"What?" Heather squeaked.

"Isn't that what you're trying to do here?" Naya replied as if stating the obvious. The innocent look on the blonde's flustered face suddenly turned scorching.

"Excuse me? What do you take me for?" Heather took a jab at Naya's right shoulder, making the brunette wince.

"Oww! Why are you so violent? You know, your deflection would have worked if you hadn't been literally drooling at me since you saw me." Naya rubbed the part of her shoulder that was hit by clumsy blonde.

Damn, she has a mean right hook.

"Wow. I didn't realize how big your head is. Can you move? Because it's taking up all of my space!"

"Whatever." Naya got up from her seat and grudgingly snatched her hand-carry bag, marching to the direction of the bathroom. She was lucky she decided to bring some change of clothes or else, paparazzi at the airport would feast on photos of her wet crotch.

That would definitely drive Kevin nuts.

The bathroom was cramped and was not the most comfortable place to change clothes, but Naya really had no choice. She couldn't bend enough to pull her pants down without hitting her head somewhere. A few minutes and tons of sweat later, she managed to get into a fresh pair of pants and a new t-shirt, wiping the sticky Coke from her skin with tissues.

Changing clothes had never been so difficult.

Looking up at the mirror on top of the sink, Naya went on to fix her hair, which was now going in all directions. She was still seething with rage at the blonde. Her mind went back to the reaction on blondie's face after the initial gush of Coke went straight into her crotch area.

That facial expression brought an involuntary smile in her face.

Shaking her head, she began packing all of her things into her hand-carry bag. Before leaving the bathroom, and since she was already there, she decided to take a pee. Naya lifted the toilet cover, and just as she pulled her pants down, somebody came bursting into the small bathroom, toppling her over into the toilet.

Apparently, Naya failed to properly snap the lock into place.

"Shit!" Naya's hands scrambled to hold onto something to prevent her from falling further. "Someone has a fucking death wish today!" Outraged, Naya, while covering herself, prepared for an onslaught of her rather rich vocabulary of curse words, only to be stopped by the look on the intruder's face.

Surprise, surprise.

Clumsy blonde was looking at her with comically wide eyes and she looked like she was sick. For a fleeting moment, blue eyes traveled downward and Naya scrambled to make sure she wasn't exposed.

Realizing what was about to happen by the color of the blonde's cheeks and the look on her face, Naya gave Heather the worst, most evil, warning look she could muster and just in time, the blonde turned to the direction of the sink and began vomiting.

"Euuww!" Naya didn't feel like peeing now. So she got up from the toilet and made sure Heather wasn't looking as she pulled her pants up. As much as she wanted to run out of there, because the stench is seriously making her want to puke herself, she couldn't. Clumsy blonde was blocking her way, and the bathroom was so small. She could barely move when she was alone, more so that blondie decided to join her.

The brunette was now breathing through her mouth.

"Can you move your ass? Because it's stinking in here and I need fresh air!"

"And yours smells better?" Heather croaked as she buried her head into the sink.

The sound of Heather's voice shut the brunette's mouth and Naya actually paid attention to what was happening to her. Heather's blonde hair was falling down into the sink and for an unknown reason, even to the actress, Naya was fast enough to hold the blonde hair back for Heather.

Needless to say, Heather was surprised.

Ugh, this is disgusting. Naya didn't even know what forced her to hold clumsy blonde's hair. Was it concern? That's far-fetched.

"Are you like, pregnant or something?" The brunette now stood at the side of the writer, looking everywhere else but the sink.

"What? No!" That was the blonde's muffled response.

"Hey, I was just asking. Don't get all too defensive."

It took a little while longer before Heather started feeling better. Naya stayed with her, on her own free will, though with a big frown on her face. Heather felt so embarrassed that she avoided looking at her when she thanked the actress.

As they left the bathroom, with Heather first and then Naya, the brunette found one of the female flight attendants outside, looking at her with amusement. She decided to ignore the attendant, but before she could step further away, she heard the attendant calling her.

"Uhm, Ms. Rivera?"

"What?" Naya growled in annoyance.

"Your, uh…" The flight attendant couldn't verbalize what she wanted to say, so she just pointed to her lower region.

Naya frowned. Was the flight attendant actually making an indecent proposal or something? Because after what happened in the bathroom, she wasn't really in the mood.

"Your fly, ma'am…" Finally, the flight attendant managed to squeak out.

Upon hearing and realizing what the flight attendant had been trying to say, she immediately buttoned her pants and rushed back to her seat, her face burning in embarrassment.

Naya and Heather tried their best to avoid each other for the rest of their flight.

Hawaii…

Heather had been trying to reach Harry and Jenna through their cellphones, but she couldn't contact them. She assumed they would be in her house back at Eagle Rock since they were the ones who volunteered to housesit for her. She was becoming more and more impatient by the minute.

The blonde was currently occupying a table outside Kimo Bean along Mauna Lani Drive. She was so hungry when she arrived. She had thrown up almost everything on the plane and found herself here, ordering coffee and some muffins.

She liked Hawaii so far, and she had some time to explore the island, making her wish that she wasn't alone. But she had to remind herself of why she was here: to clear her head and get some inspiration. Still, it wouldn't have been too bad to have someone warm beside her at night.

When was the last time she actually had a relationship? Oh, right, when she was 23 years old, which was two years ago. She almost got married then, to this musician, a beach blonde guy with huge kissable lips. His name was Chord. Heather will never forget the look on his face when she decided to break it off, breaking his heart in the process.

It just didn't feel right.

So the last two years had been nothing but a few dates here and there. She had a short-time girlfriend named Alice, but it was never really serious. She also dated Sarah, a drummer of some band whose name she always had a hard time remembering. And yeah, she had one date with that guy she was classmates with in highschool, but she just wasn't interested.

Heather sighed.

"It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

The male voice made her look up, and her eyes were met by a pair of soulful dark orbs. Standing by her table was man wearing expensive gray suit, smiling at her. He had a to-go cup in his hands and did not look threatening. Actually, he looked very charming. Heather guessed he must have truckloads of women swooning over him.

Heather let her eyes travel around her surroundings. It was a sunny day and the atmosphere of the place was so laid-back. While the man's outfit was so out of place, she was sure he just dropped by to get his coffee fix and wasn't really planning to blend in.

"It is." The blonde let the smile grace her lips.

"A beautiful woman like you should be hitting the beach by now. The waves are perfect."

"And a suit-wearing guy like you should be inside an air-conditioned room because it must feel scorching wearing that." She joked.

He laughed.

"I'm Mark, by the way. Mark Salling." He extended his hand for her to shake, which Heather gladly accepted.

"Heather Morris."

"Tourist?"

"Yup. True-blue Californian."

"Really? I am too." Mark was smiling at her fondly that Heather felt a bit shy all of a sudden. He wasn't really making an effort to hide his admiration.

They exchanged shy smiles.

"I was actually headed to see a friend. Maybe I'll see you around?" He sounded hopeful and looked reluctant to leave.

"Yeah. But I'll only be here in few days, so…"

"Maybe in California then?" Mark smiled that charming smile again, and the blonde couldn't stop the blushing of her face.

"Okay."

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Heather."

"It was nice to meet you too, Mark."

For the first time in a long time, Heather felt giddy. She could not contain the smile on her face for the rest of the day.

Naya was pacing her spacious penthouse unit at the Mauna Lani Bay Resort when Michael Jackson's Bad started playing on her cellphone. She didn't have to look at the caller ID to know that it was Kevin calling, although she wondered why he was. Barely two hours since she touched down in Honolulu and her agent was calling.

What did I do this time?

"Hey little bee." Naya tried to sound chipper for her friend's sake. Knowing Kevin, he would be able to trace the anxiety in her voice despite of how good of an actress she is. But she wasn't really planning on discussing the reason behind her mood, i.e. Dianna's New York move, to anyone. Kevin didn't know how she felt about Dianna.

Truth is, Kevin didn't know how she felt about any of the ladies she dated and not dated because she just didn't want to talk about it. It was the part of her life that Naya wanted private, and she wanted to keep it that way. Unfortunately for her though, the paparazzi had better ninja skills than she did and she always ended up getting photographed with whomever she was dating at the moment.

It wasn't her fault that she couldn't really stay with them longer, thus, the long line of normal as well as psychotic ex-girlfriends and one-night stands.

"Guess who's the newest member of the Mile High Club?" Kevin asked.

"Who cares?" The sarcasm did not get past Naya, but she did not even have any idea what her friend was talking about. So she thought maybe it was just some gossip Kevin picked out from the grapevine.

"You." The rise in his voice only meant that he was infuriated.

"What?" A crease formed in Naya's forehead. She stopped pacing her temporary living room, looking outside the glass wall into the beautiful ocean with a confused expression on her face.

"Can't you keep it in your pants for like, a few days? Or at least until you get into a hotel."

"I don't even know what you're talking about, bee." She whined. If she did something wrong, it's her right to at least know what she had done, right?

"Some 'source' spilled to Radar that on your plane to Hawaii, you came out of the bathroom with a beautiful blonde girl and there was no mistaking as to what you had been doing in there with her. Disheveled hair, flustered face, your fly was open, and you hogged the bathroom for more than thirty minutes!"

Naya paused in thought, trying to recall the events during her five-hour trip to Hawaii. Then suddenly, realization hit her. That flight attendant better not show her face to her ever again.

Kevin was talking about clumsy, beautiful and sexy blonde girl that got her all wet.

With Coke.

"Fuck… and you believed that? You believed that gossip site that makes up stories of my clandestine affairs with men? Seriously, with men, after I came out? Nothing happened inside. I was peeing and that girl just burst in and puked. It was disgusting. Thanks for reminding me by the way. Now I'm skipping dinner." Naya winced at the memory, taking a glance at her watch.

Mark would be arriving any minute now.

"Wow, I didn't know you were that bad." Kevin was genuinely laughing now, forgetting that just a while ago, he was chastising Naya about her newly-acquired Mile High Club 'membership'.

"I'm not bad and nothing happened! I didn't get any action on that plane so don't get your panties in a twist. How was I even supposed to do that with highly restricted space? Was it reported anywhere else?" Naya readjusted the reading glasses that were perched on the bridge of her nose.

"No, thank god. Amber managed to silence the other sites and the sleazy tabloids that might run with it. I think we got it covered. Just try to keep a low profile when you decide to play around in there, okay? And, always use protection!" He joked, eliciting a chuckle from Naya.

"You make me sound like a sex addict."

"Oh, you aren't?" He sounded shocked.

"Haha, funny Kev." Naya heard the knocks on her door. "Hey bee, I think Mark's here. Let's talk later, okay?" She walked to the direction of the door.

"Okay. Before I let you go, I want you to know that your new house is ready so you can move in anytime. I personally supervised the redesign, as you requested. And just as you wanted, it's in a quiet area in Eagle Rock and your nearest neighbor is like half a mile away. Perfectly manicured lawn and landscape and it has a river out back. So, have fun, bee. Buh-bye."

They hung up. When she told Kevin that she wanted to get away from LA and find a place where she could have some peace and quiet when she's not working, he immediately suggested Eagle Rock. It wasn't so far away from LA and Ben Affleck did mention once when they were still filming their blockbuster action movie last year that he had lived in Eagle Rock at one point in his life. Kevin got her some photos of houses there that were up for sale, and there was this one house that immediately stood out.

She didn't have to think twice. She had to buy it and she did.

Naya paused before the door and let out a deep breath before opening it. And she was right. Standing at her doorway was one of her childhood friends, Mark Salling, in his expensive, gray business suit.

"Hi, Naya." Mark smiled at her.

She hoped her smile didn't look so fake when she let him in.

Mark stopped in front of her glass-paneled wall overlooking the ocean.

"Nice view." He then turned, giving Naya one of his charming smiles. She almost rolled her eyes at him. Mark eyed the white couch in Naya's penthouse living room. "May I?" He asked.

"Of course."

Mark took a seat and Naya followed him. Trying to avoid being close, the actress took the adjacent chair.

"Glad you ditched the Mohawk." Naya started. Despite her recent dislike for her friend, she still liked him. They went through so much together after all. They were so close during highschool, actually, and he was one of the first few persons she had told about her sexuality. He was very accepting.

She reminded herself why she didn't like him now. Dianna. Mark was the one causing sadness in Dianna's life and she couldn't help but blame him.

But what did he really do? Dianna's feelings had always been one-sided. Mark never once expressed any interest for their childhood friend but that didn't stop Dianna from falling.

What a lucky bastard.

"I had to. It doesn't really help with the business." Mark laughed. "So, you're here for your new movie? I heard the critics loved it."

"Yeah, I'm just doing some interviews."

"I'll make time to see it. You know I always support you." Mark smiled at her.

"Thanks, Mark." She genuinely returned the smile. But damn, it's hard to not like him when he's this nice. "So, do you want something to eat or drink?"

"Don't bother. I can't stay long. I just wanted to see you. It's been a long time."

"How long has it been? You skipped last year's New Year's Eve party. Lea was mad." Naya took her reading glasses off and placed it on the coffee table, together with her cellphone, next to the book she had been reading a while ago.

"Yeah. She made sure I knew that when she called me the same day."

"You should be there this year. Dianna misses you already." She hated saying the last part, but it was true.

"Really? How is she?"

"She's doing fine. You should call her." Naya encouraged him. He looked like he was considering it.

"Maybe I should."

Now Naya did not know whether to be happy about that or not.

Wow, these feelings are conflicting. That's why I don't do feelings.

"Or maybe I should just talk to her in person." Mark got up from the couch and walked back to the window. He stood looking out of the view, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"What?"

"I'm coming back to LA."

"You're coming back to LA?" Naya sat restlessly on the chair. She couldn't believe what she just heard. After years of living in Hawaii, Mark finally decided to move back to Los Angeles.

And back to Dianna's life.

"Yes." Mark turned towards Naya's direction, a frown plastered on his face. "You didn't sound happy to hear that."

"What? I'm happy. Of course, I'm happy… Uh… When are you moving back?"

"In a few days."

"But what about your business here? I heard you're doing great here."

"It's stable. There's someone here that I can trust to take care of my business. I've started a film production company with Meg and Telly in LA. They haven't mentioned anything?"

"We barely even have time to see each other despite being in the same zip code. So that's what's keeping them busy these days?" No wonder those two couldn't find time to meet her and Dianna at The Ivy for lunch the week before.

"I'll need your help in the future. How's your family? Have you talked to your father?"

The turn of conversation did not sit well with Naya. Her father was still a touchy subject and Mark knew better than to go there. The glare she was sending his way was not intimidating him a bit though.

"You should give him a chance. You're not a kid anymore."

Mark was giving her a talking-to and Naya was not about let him go further. He had no right.

"Don't you have somewhere to go to?" Naya's suddenly cold demeanor and dismissive tone sent a very clear message. And Mark knew her long enough to get it.

"Yes, actually. Thank you for reminding me."

Naya just shrugged. When Mark went for the door, the brunette did not even bother to walk him out. She stayed on her seat, without even giving her long-time friend a brief glance.

"See you in LA, Naya."

Then she heard the door closed.

Life in LA was getting a bit too complicated. It was a good thing she was moving to Eagle Rock, a neighborhood in the outskirts of Los Angeles.

Heather should have trusted her instincts, because when she came back to her house after her one-week stay in Hawaii, the locks had been changed, and there was a sign in the front lawn with the big bold letters 'SOLD'. Harry and Jenna were still missing, there was no one in their house or at Harry's small dance studio and the blonde was starting to lose her patience.

And this half-bald, round, middle-aged guy who claimed to be the real estate agent who had sold her house without her consent wasn't really helping. She had been sitting in front of him for ten minutes now and all he could say was it's sold and there's nothing that he could do about it.

"Look, Mr…?"

"Steinky." The stocky guy answered while he sloppily drank on his cup of coffee.

"Stinky?" Despite of her current, pathetic situation, Heather almost laughed at that. How fitting was it for him to be born with that family name? It looked like the guy could use a shower.

"Do you have a problem with that?" The guy barked at her and he wasn't looking too cheerful today. If she wanted to get something from him, Heather knew she had to be nice, or at least pretend to be.

"No. Uhm, Mr. Steinky, you see, that house you sold at Eagle Rock near the Los Angeles River, that's my house."

"So?" He seemed bored as he snatched a donut from the box in front of him and devoured it in front of the blonde.

How could this guy even sell houses? If anything, he looked like a homeless guy. How ironic.

"I wasn't really selling it."

"I told you, it's already been sold. The papers had been finalized and I'm sure the new owner has already moved in. And she paid good cash. More than enough, actually, so why are you pestering me about it?" Mr. Steinky did not bother to hide his annoyance.

"Were you actually listening to a word I said? I'm not selling the house! Those people who gave you the authority to, they are just my stupid ex-friends now who conned me to go to Hawaii under the pretense of concern so they could execute their sinister plan!"

Instead of sympathy, Heather got a weird look from the weird real estate guy on the other side of the table.

"Who are you again?"

"I'm Heather Elizabeth Morris." She waved her driver's license in front of his face, but Mr. Steinky barely paid attention to it.

"No you're not."

"What?"

"She was the owner who sold that house you're so interested in."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you. I AM the owner. I'm Heather Elizabeth Morris!" The blonde yelled in exasperation. She was getting nowhere with this guy.

Surprised at the outburst, and as if seeing the light for the first time, a look of understanding crossed the stocky man's face.

"What? So who are those Chinese couple who came in with the deed?"

Wow, he was slow.

"Well, probably NOT Heather Morris. Do they look like Morris's to you?" Uhm, hello, Harry and Jenna have Chinese eyes.

"Okay, that's just racist."

Heather's hands formed into fists and they were trembling. It was taking all she had to stop herself from lunging at this guy who not only sold her house, he was also the most stupid person she had ever met in her life.

"You have to give me my house back." Heather fixed him a hard look, and for the first time, Mr. Steinky realized that she meant business. He gulped. Well, the blonde was taller than him and she looked so lean, she probably could throw him into the window.

"Ms. Morris, I really can't do that." Mr. Steinky was talking softer this time, and speaking carefully to make sure that he doesn't rile up the blonde. "Maybe you should get the money from your friends and try to convince the new owner to sell the house back to you?"

It was a good suggestion. But Harry and Jenna were in hiding already and she wasn't sure if they were ever coming back.

So where was she supposed to go now? She didn't have much money in the bank, and she taught dance at on the side while struggling to write. But she couldn't even teach dance now that Harry's studio was closed.

She felt tired and defeated.

"Can you at least tell me who bought the house?" Heather asked. Maybe she could ask the new owner to let her have the house back and let her pay in installments. Although she had no idea how she was going to pay up if by some form of miracle, the new owner actually agrees. It's a long shot, but she had to try, or else, she'd be sleeping in the streets.

"Diana Prince."

"Excuse me?"

"Diana Prince."

"Like Wonder Woman? Is that for real?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I did not personally meet her, just her staff or something."

"Well, thanks."

And with that, Heather pulled her suitcase with her back to Eagle Rock. As she pulled over and parked her car in front of her house, and finding the lights inside open, Heather felt the sadness wrap around her heart. What if she couldn't get the house back? What would happen to the memories she had in there, her memories with her dad and growing up? This is the only home she had known all her life, and her heart was breaking with the thought that her own friends failed to even realize what a great loss this would be to her.

She let out a deep sigh. If she had to promise that she'd work herself to the bone just to convince the new owner to sell her the house back, she would. That's how important this was for her. So, she braced herself for the consequences, and climbed up the two steps to the door, and started knocking.

She heard the sound of footsteps inside. Preparing herself with the monologue that she was sure would make even the hardest criminal cry, the door finally opened.

Her jaw hit the floor.

"You?" Heather frowned in disbelief.

"And you." The raspy voice said back.

It seemed like fate was out to get her because new house owner who hid behind Wonder Woman's alter ego, Diana Prince, was actually the last person she ever wanted to see.

Naya Rivera.