A/N: Hey guys, sorry for not posting sooner. I've changed the story a little. I've added Pogue to the mix, to make things a little interesting. :) I don't think anyone can resist his bod. But that doesn't mean that Reid is out. He just has more competition. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own The Covenant, nor do I own the characters (except for my own), or the movie Brokeback Mountain, espeically the infamous Martha Stewart, so enjoy what I have written so far. Oh, and the song title for my story is not owned by me either. And don't forget to review. They make me burst with joy! (No really.) :)

P.S. Rated M for language, and content.

"I was thinking about yesterday," Tyler started as he and I were in my room. We were working on something Ingrid royally screwed up when Tyler began asking these random questions that distracted me from my task, "about how long it took for Reid to show you to the bathroom and—Ow!" Tyler hissed, holding his head.

"Are you alright?" I paused what I was doing to rush over to Tyler, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. I'm not exactly that good with my powers and—"

"—Yeah," Tyler groaned as he wiped the grime off of himself as I cleaned the pot of soil from the ground before resuming my work, "Well you did warn me not to stand too close before, but I did anyways."

I hummed a low sound, ignoring him, while staring at the creation before me, "I need just a few more things before its ready. Can you pass me those pink Japanese azaleas over there?"

Tyler looked hesitant, "Can't you just get them yourself? I mean, you don't really have to move or anything..."

I looked over at him with a dry expression, "If you want a repeat of what happened last time, I'd be glad to do it myself. But at the moment, I'm fixing up a flower arrangement for Ingrid's cousin's best friend's wedding and I'd rather not screw it up."

Tyler paused for a second, looked at me and then left without a word. I guess he really didn't want another pot of flowers dropped on his head. I stood back and looked at my masterpiece. I know the traditional colours for a wedding is white and a soft pink, but I decided to use vivid colours and whimsical flowers to represent new beginnings and to show the fun side of marriage.

"Here," Tyler handed me the bright pink flowers, looking slightly peeved.

I chuckled, "Really, I'm sorry. Thank you for helping me, Ty. I really appreciate it. Honestly."

"Yeah. No problem, Liss." Tyler and I were fast becoming best friends and I was really glad for that. Having no friends back in my hometown to having a bunch of new friends is a little overwhelming for me.

"I just have to put a few of these azaleas over here, and then we're done." I smiled at the arrangement, spritzing some water over the flowers.

The door shoved open, and Ingrid burst in wearing a black poofy...thing that nearly consumed her body and dark makeup on her face.

Tyler and I both stared at the creature of horror in front of us. "I-I don't know what to say..." I started, but Ingrid cut me off by holding up her hands.

"Please, just don't say anything about the dress. I—" Ingrid held a black-sliked glove to her mouth and made a choking sound before hissing, "Where are the dark purple and red flowers I had this morning?"

Tyler backed away from Ingrid, and I looked doe-eyed at her, "I-I thought that a dark wedding arrangement for the bride was unfitting for an event like that so I got new flowers. I thought you'd made a mistake or something,"

"A mistake," Ingrid started pacing, "You thought I made a mistake? Lissandra, this is a gothic themed wedding. The woman getting married is a gothic Lolita girl. Oh shit, she's going to kill me." Ingrid sat down and the dress poofed around her body.

"Uh, I can fix it! I swear I can fix it. Just give me half an hour and then come back, okay?" I hauled up the creature and shoved her out the door.

"How are we going to fix this?" Tyler looked at the bright flowers, then at me with a quizzical expression.

I just smiled at him and held my hand over the flowers. Tyler watched with amazement as the flowers slowly turned from the bright colours into the colours Ingrid asked for.

I laughed at Tyler's expression. "Wow," Tyler started, reaching over to touch the flowers, "I didn't know you can do that..."

"You mean alter or change things? Yeah, we've been able to do that for God knows how long. We chant spells and run around a fire praying to Merlin, our Great Ancestor as well." I smiled at Tyler.

"Really?" Tyler looked really interested now.

I snorted and shook my head, "No, Merlin is just a fictional story that was told to us for centuries." I picked up the small portable vacuum and began cleaning up the dirt on the floor.

"I suppose that witches should be fictional too then?"

I paused my cleaning and looked up at Tyler, "I didn't say that."

"Witches are supposed to be fictional too, Liss. Yet they exist." Tyler looked serious, and it was a daily occurrence that he looked like that whenever we began talking about witches.

Ingrid burst into the room, "Is it—oh my God! How did you do that! I mean, how-how...Wow. I'm speechless right now."

"That's a first." Tyler picked up his blazer and left the room quickly.

Ingrid followed him with her eyes before looking at me, "What's wrong with him?"

I looked back at the door, "I don't know..."

—

"If I had a million bucks in front of me right now, what would you do?" Ingrid randomly asked me one day while we were painting our nails.

I looked over at her with a quizzical expression and she raised her brow waiting for my answer, "Uh, I don't know...Kill you and then steal the money?"

"Oh..."

"Well what the hell did you want to hear from me?" I was getting really annoyed with Ingrid's random and constant questions, especially after she asked me a few dozen already in the span of an hour.

"Well, you could've said 'I'd go shopping with you' or something like that...Y'know." I heard Ingrid mumble, and I rolled my eyes.

Suddenly the door shoved open, making me knock over my favourite nail polish onto the floor. I looked up in anger to see Reid standing at the door.

"What the hell dude? You could've knocked. Now you made me spill my nail polish all over the floor. Shit," I stood from the bed to grab some hand towels when I heard Ingrid clear her throat. I turned around and Ingrid was pointing down at herself. At first I was confused, but then my eyes looked down to what I was wearing and I instantly blushed.

I looked at Reid, who was smirking, and tried to cover up my boy cut underwear and tight tank top, or rather my pyjamas because it was around 11 o'clock at night. "What do you want?"

"I want to know why Tyler has his panties in a twist. He hasn't talked to anyone at all today, not even me." Reid crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame when I grabbed for my bath robe.

"I don't know, Reid. He's PMSing?" I bent down to clean more of the nail polish, a guilty look on my face.

"I asked him that too, but he just glared at me and mentioned your name. What did you do, or say to him?"

I rolled my eyes, "Why are you grilling me with these pointless questions? Yeah, alright, Tyler and I got into a fight. What's the big deal?" Great, now there was going to be a big splotch of purple on the carpet.

"He cares about you, you know."

I paused and looked up. I frowned at Reid who just raised his eyebrows and moved from the door. I looked at Ingrid who shooed me away and pointed in the direction that Reid had left. "Fine," I grumbled, throwing the ruined hand towel in the garbage, and following after the boy.

"Reid! Wait a second," I whispered loudly, cursing at how fast he was. The floor was cold and I forgot to put shoes on.

He turned around to wait for me, and once I got to him he pursed his lips, "You know that it's past curfew to be up? You can get into trouble."

"Since when did you care about being in trouble? Tyler told me you had a bit of a bad streak when it comes to—hey!" I yelled when he walked away from me.

He turned sharply, nearly causing me to run into him, "Just what is it about Tyler that makes you like him so much? I mean, you guys spend more time with each other than I do with my own girlfriend."

I gave him a confused look before I held my head up, "Tyler understands me."

He raised his brow, "That's it? I was expecting more than that."

I looked at him with a pinched mouth and furrowed brows, "What were you expecting? 'Oh, he's just sooooo amazing in bed!' well, too bad because that isn't ever going to happen."

I saw Reid clench his jaw tightly, "You do spend a lot of time together."

Once again a confused expression graced my face, "Why would it matter to you anyways? He is after all your roommate. You spend more time with him than I do."

"That's not what I meant." He mumbled, but I had heard it and frowned.

"Then what did you mean, Reid? Because it seems like you're a little jealous of the fact that I'm hanging out with your best friend. Do you just want me to leave him alone? Because I can do that, just say the word."

Reid looked up at me with a glare, "I want you to leave Tyler alone."

I let out a small breath of disbelief, before running a hand through my hair, "Fine. I will. But can you tell him I'm sorry for whatever I said this morning? I don't know what I said to make him so upset, but I'm sorry anyways."

Reid hesitated before nodding. Without a word, he turned around and left quietly. I sighed and rubbed a hand over my face. Well, this is just great. I lost the only friend who understands what I'm going through. I lost my best friend.

—

"I really don't understand why Reid said that to you. I understand that Tyler is his best friend and all, but—" Ingrid paused to lick her ice cream, "it sounds like he's jealous of Tyler spending more time with you."

I shrugged and played with the end of the plaid shirt I was wearing, "I said that too. He didn't say anything about it..." I trailed off when I saw Pogue paying for something at the grocery store across the street.

"Maybe he has the hots for you?" Ingrid mentioned, looking to see if any cars were coming before crossing the street. I stilled my movements and thought back to when he pulled me into the closet and told me that I was beautiful. I shook my head and followed, "No, it couldn't be that. Tyler and I are just friends. He knows that."

"Ah, but that's not what he thinks, right? Why else would he tell you to leave Tyler alone?"

"Maybe Reid has the hots for Tyler."

I heard snickering to the right of me, and when I turned my head, I saw Pogue shuffling through a magazine stand. I frowned, "Were you eavesdropping on my conversation?"

Pogue looked up and pointed to himself, "Me? No," He shook his head, "I was just laughing at something funny in this magazine."

I walked over to him and pointed at the only magazine on this side of the stand, "A gardening magazine?"

"I find Martha Stewart particularly funny. See, look," He picked up the magazine but I put a hand on his and pushed the magazine down.

"I know you were eavesdropping. It's okay."

He shrugged and placed the magazine back, "I'm no relationship expert, but I do know that Reid and Tyler definitely aren't Brokeback Mountain-ing it."

Ingrid snorted in laughter, but when Pogue and I turned to look at her she bit her bottom lip to stop laughing, "I'll just be..." She pointed behind her and left us.

"Do you know why Reid told me to leave Tyler alone?"

Pogue looked surprised, "He told you that? Geez, the kid must like you if Reid got involved. Tyler mentioned some little fight that you guys had. He looked really upset when I saw him at Nikki's last night."

I let out a small breath, "He got angry over something I said. I don't even know what really happened. We were having fun, and then he stormed off."

Pogue crossed his leather clad arms, "Well, whatever you said must've pissed him off."

"Yeah, I got that. I just don't know what I said. You Ipswich boys are confusing." I frowned and crossed my arms as well. But I uncrossed them quickly when I saw Pogue's gaze go down to my chest area. I forgot I was wearing a tank top today.

There was an awkward silence after that.

"I-I think I should go now." I started moving away slowly.

"Yeah. I'll see you around." Pogue awkwardly mentioned, backing away himself. He looked a little flustered.

"Bye," He called out as I was walking away.

I turned around a small smile lighting my face, "Yeah, bye."

—

"Pogue Parry stared at what?" Ingrid managed to catch a few people's attention outside our dorm room before bursting out in loud laughter.

"Shut up! I told you to wait until we were inside!" I hissed, pinching her arm hard. She grabbed her arm but continued to laugh.

"That must've been so awkward! Oh my gosh, I wish I was there to see Pogue Parry flustered. Now that would have been a Kodak moment!"

I grabbed Ingrid's arm and pulled her inside our dorm. "This isn't funny. I'm in a fight with one of my best friends, and I know I said I'd leave him alone but..." I groaned and rubbed my forehead. Ingrid stopped laughing and patted my back awkwardly. She moved us toward my bed, and sat me down.

"It's alright. If you still want to be friends with Tyler, then go to him and apologise. Screw what Reid said, he's a bastard for ordering you around like that." She flopped on the bed beside me, a small sigh of annoyance escaping her lips.

I lifted my head, a little more determined to make things right with Tyler, "You're right. Reid has no right to say that to me. He doesn't own Tyler. Alright," I stood up, picking up my purse. "I need your car."

Ingrid stood up an incredulous look on her face, "Have you gone bonkers? Liss, one: you don't have a licence, and two: I'd rather cut off my left arm then give you my baby."

I looked dryly over at Ingrid, "You've crashed that car more times than I can count on my fingers...with me in it."

Ingrid scoffed, "Shut up, those weren't crashes..." She looked off to the side then up and shrugged nonchalantly, "Well, except for one, but it was the other guy's fault. But that's totally irrelevant, because I actually have a licence. I'll just drive you."

I looked over at the clock, and then back at Ingrid, "You have practice in ten minutes."

Ingrid looked at the clock as well, "Frick!" She rushed around the room to pick up her pink duffle bag and her swimsuit. "Shit, shit, shit. Where are my goggles?"

I held them up, and she grabbed them before yelling, "Alright, you can drive me to practice. Just hurry your ass up!"

I grinned widely before trudging after her. I knew Tyler was at Caleb's house today, as he always is every Saturday, so I could apologise there. Hopefully Reid won't be too mad.

I jumped into Ingrid's car, excited that I was behind the wheel again. I had a small car back home, so I had experience driving cars but I've never driven a car this big before.

"If you crash my baby, I swear to God that I will punch you in your ovaries so hard you won't be able to produce children."

I paused for a moment, looking over at Ingrid before we both began giggling. "Alright, alright. I won't crash your baby," I said with a giggle. I put the car into gear, "Although, I have to mention that I've never driven stick shift before..."

Ingrid sighed, "Just drive, before I change my mind."

—

"Oops."

"Oops? Don't say oops. Oops is not good. Oops means that something bad happened. What happened?"

"Ingrid, you're sitting right beside me. Nothing is wrong with your baby. I just forgot that if you have practice, so does Tyler. He's on the swim team too, right?"

There was a long silence. I peeked quickly at Ingrid, and her expression wasn't a very pleasant one.

"Ingrid?"

More silence.

"I'm sorry. I just forgot is all."

Again, more silence.

"At least I didn't hit anything, right?"

"I don't even let my brother touch this car."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better I can let you drive the rest of the way."

"Just...don't talk. I'm not in a very good mood right now."

Another pregnant pause ensued.

"...So do you want to—" I bit my tongue when she turned her head and glared at me.

—

When we got there, it had just started raining. I ran to the front door of the building and nearly slipped on the marble floor but Ingrid thankfully caught me. I headed toward the pool, and was instantly assaulted with the heavy smell of chlorine.

All of a sudden, I became extremely nervous. I turned around to leave, but Ingrid was there and she pushed me in.

I nearly stumbled onto someone, but managed to catch my balance last minute. I looked up and saw that Pogue was the one I nearly ran into.

"Hi." I mumbled weakly.

"I didn't know you were on the team," He smiled and looked down at my fully clothed body, "Or not."

"Yeah...I'm uh—h-here to see Tyler?" I tried not to look down. I really did. But I was struggling because in my peripherals I could see that he was wearing the...skimpiest male swimsuit I've ever seen in my entire life.

"I guess I'll give you that one."

I looked up so fast that I got a head rush, "Excuse me?"

He laughed and scratched his chest, I couldn't help but look again, "I peeped at you this morning. So I guess I owe you one."

I was speechless, I knew my mouth was slightly open in shock and it wasn't until I saw Tyler walk up did I look away from Pogue's amused face.

"Liss? What are you doing here?"

"Tyler," I said breathlessly and heard Pogue's light snickering, knowing that he was the reason for my breathlessness.

I nearly groaned when I saw that Tyler was wearing the same swimsuit, although not as short as Pogue's.

"I''m-I'm just here to say sorry for whatever I said. I know Reid might have said that to you when I told him to, but I just wanted to say it myself. Alright...I should..." I let my gaze travel to Pogue exposed body again before I bit my lip and pointed behind me, "...go."

Without a word, I walked away as quickly as I could cursing myself at how easily I embarrassed myself in front of two of the Ipswich brothers.

"Lissandra! Hang on." I paused and squeakily turned around. Tyler was jogging toward me, and contemplated on turning around and running from him. But it was too late now. He stopped in front of me and took in deep breaths.

"When you said Reid was supposed to tell me something, about you being sorry and all, I never actually heard anything from him. When did he talk to you?"

"Last night."

He looked a little irritated, "What did he say to you?"

"Tyler, I don't think—" I could feel myself starting to tear up.

"Tell me."

I sniffled, "He told me to leave you alone."

There was a long pause before he spoke, "What?"

"Tyler, don't be mad a Reid. He was just doing this because he cares about you. I said something that hurt you, and I'm not really good at this whole friendship thing because I've never had a best friend before," I paused to sniffle and I saw his expression changed from mad to concerned, "so I don't exactly know what I'm doing..." I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks so I wiped them away as quickly as I could.

"Liss..."

"No. I hurt you. I'm a horrible friend. I should be put on the 'Never to Have Friends' list. I'm just...horrible." More tears fell, and I was beginning to gasp for breath.

Tyler pulled me into a hug, and I wrapped my arms around his bare upper torso. I felt him put his face on the top of my head and I buried my face into his chest, smelling this chlorinated skin. "You smell."

His body shook with laugher, "Chlorine doesn't smell. Well, sometimes it does. But that's if it's too strong."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too."

"I won't say anything bad, ever again. I promise." Even though I hated the smell of chlorine, I held onto the best friend I've ever had tightly, wishing this moment could last forever.

A/N: Whew, I don't want to say that took forever to get this chapt out, but it took a pretty frickin' long time to finish it. I'm glad with the outcome though. :P I hope it doesn't bother some people that I've added Pogue as an interest to Liss. And you will, first handedly, see what twists and turns I plunge this story into. I'm quite excited.