Y'all are in luck! I've got two days off starting tomorrow. To celebrate: here you are!

One more on the way.

I don't own anything. I don't own the song lyrics used at the beginning (though I totally recommend it to any 86/362 fan. Jenny by the Studio Killers)

"Jenny, darling, you're my best friend!" Fanny's eyes shot open as she heard Rachel's special ringtone go off. She reached for the phone on her bedside table, only to miss. "But there's a few things that you don't know-" She finally grabbed her cell phone and slid it open.

"Yeah?" She mumbled into the phone, groggy with sleep.

"Fanny? Good! You're up." Rachel's voice was oddly louder than normal.

The red-head turned to glance at the clock on the table. "What are yeh doing callin' me at 2 in the morning?"

"I had a couple sodas, and couldn't sleep!" No wonder she sounded so excitable. "But guess what? I was watching Doctor Time-Space and started thinking about how alone I am. So I've decided to ask out Nigel. He's probably over Lizzie, right? I think this is their fifth time breaking up?"

"Uh…"

Fanny heard her friend sigh into the phone. "I thought I was over him too, but he's just perfect."

Heart ache was a funny thing; Fanny was almost used to the feeling. At this point, her heart was too battered and bruised to really allow herself to feel the painful emotion. It was an ache she had come to tolerate and expect.

She didn't really know how to respond. Every conversation about guys was completely fake on her part. She didn't feel like pretending this early in the morning, so she stayed silent.

"Fanny?" Rachel breathed out her name after a beat too long of silence.

"What do ya want me to say?"

"Anything. Is this a dumb idea?" There was a groan, "I know it is, but do you think he likes me? We're close, but not as close as I want…"

Fanny closed her eyes, even though she was wide awake by now. "I don't know."

"I think he'd make a great boyfriend, we're so similar after all."

"Okay," She hoped Rachel would just drop it. Any other day, she'd be rolling her eyes at her friend's crush. She'd be telling Rachel how hopelessly stupid boys are, and why she should avoid Nigel's presence. But Fanny was just tired; drained emotionally and physically.

"What the hell, Fanny?" Her eyes snapped open.

"What?" She asked automatically, confused at Rachel's extreme reaction.

"Fight back."

Of course she wouldn't drop it. "I can't anymore."

"Why?" There was a pause, "Has something changed?" The caution in her voice was hard to miss, but there was another emotion mixed in that made Fanny's throat close up. Why would Rachel be disappointed?

"No, but-"

"You know I can't." She interjected.

"Well," Fanny sighed, and let her eyes fall close again. "Then why should I fight back?"

"I don't know."

The two lapsed into a silence. Fanny realized how exhausting talking to Rachel really was. Her hopes had been raised and then dashed much too quickly, and she was too tired to deal with it. She'd much rather sleep off the hurt and wake up refreshed and prepared for another day.

"Good night, Rachel." Fanny said into the phone.

"I don't want to," She whined, "I'll dream about you again."

Her heart rate spiked from the confession, even though she knew better. Fanny hated it when Rachel said such things. It was borderline cruel to tease her like that. Anger welled up, but directed more at herself for letting the admission get under her skin so easily.

"Don't do this to me." Fanny hissed, trying to calm the sudden rage.

"I just-" But Fanny didn't want to hear it.

"Don't tease me. Please!"

"I don't-"

"Zero, it's killing me. If yeh love him, fine! But ya know how I feel, and ya say things like that and!" She sighed and shook her head.

In the darkness, she picked at her bed spread as guilt began to well up. Fanny couldn't remember ever raising her voice at her like that, and Rachel wasn't saying anything. The thirty seconds of silence broke her.

She started to apologize. "God Rach, 'm-"

"No, you're right, Fanny." She interrupted

"I shouldn'ta yelled…"

"I shouldn't have called."

Fanny cursed herself. "No, you can talk ta me about anything."

"You hate hearing about guys though..."

"It doesn't matter." She answered, shrugging in the dark of her room.

"I don't- Zero's hair. I don't know if I even like Nigel." The confession threw her. What was going through Rachel's tired mind?

She decided to go back to normal, if only to appease her friend. So she scoffed and asked, "What's there to like?"

There was a heavy sigh over the phone. "Sometimes, I don't think I'd mind, you know, being with you."

Fanny's heart raced, but they had already been through this tonight. She inhaled and exhaled to calm the hope she was feeling. When she waited too long to say something, Rachel continued.

"I'll think about it, and it doesn't really bother me. I just don't wanna ruin our friendship."

Of course it came down to that. Fanny wouldn't risk their friendship for anything, but just the thought of them being together… She wasn't going to argue it tonight though. "We can talk about it tomorrow, Rach."

"You don't wanna talk now?"

"'M tired." She lied. There was no way she would be able to sleep now.

"That's never stopped us before," Fanny could hear the grin. "I like it when we talk all night 'cause I can close my eyes and imagine we're laying next to each other." There was a pause, "Huh, you know, we haven't had a sleep over in a while."

Fanny cracked a grin, "Why don't we do that anymore?"

"Cause we'd end up cuddling."

The bluntness almost made her laugh, but she blushed instead, "I wouldn't-"

"No," She interrupted, "But I would."

The flirting just floored Fanny. It was getting too late to try to figure out what was going on with Rachel. She didn't feel the same way, then she does, but she can't make the leap and now…

"I kinda want to try."

Fanny tried to take it in stride. "But if we do-"

"See, I wanna try and if it doesn't work out then we could pretend it never happened."

"I don't know if I could do that." She admitted.

"Yeah, me either. I- It's just a weird feeling. My heart is beating out of my chest just talking to you."

"Well how many soda's didcha have?" Fanny teased.

"It's not that." Rachel laughed.

"We should really talk about this tomorrow." She pushed again. Fanny knew that as soon as they were face to face, Rachel wouldn't admit to saying any of this. She was glad that she heard some kind of confession though. She'd probably stay up all night overanalyzing the conversation.

"'Kay." It sounded like she'd be up half the night too. "Wake me up at 10. Just come over and sneak into my room. Maybe throw some cold water on me?"

"Don't be such a goof. Goodnight Rachel,"

"Night Fanny."

Too much pillow talk? Too little drama?

Tell me what you want to read and I shall do my best.

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