Alex-

I didn't think trying to look like a normal family could be so boring. It's been a couple of weeks since we killed the seguir demon, and if I have to go through another family game night or movie night, I'm going to shoot myself or have Faith stake me. One good thing that has come out of this is Chloe. I've never done the whole girlfriend thing, but it's kinda nice. But we're taking it slow, still in our own bed slow. There's lots of cuddling though.

Chloe leaned in from the side and kissed me on the cheek. I wasn't really watching the movie, but that was a nice distraction. "You two mind getting a room," Ken said. I smirked and kissed Chloe on the lips before she could sit back where she was. "You so have no room to talk," I reminded her. "SHHH!" Buffy requested as she furrowed her eyebrows. I don't know how she talked us into watching this movie. I think she had some help from Willow, which is so cheating. At least tomorrow, the rest of us get to pick the late night movie after patrolling.

"B?" Faith stated; walking in from somewhere sounding like the kitchen. "Yeah," Buffy mumbled as she sat up from her pillow on the floor. I didn't even hear her come in when did she get here? "Buffy," Faith muttered, and we looked up to see her standing in the archway. She looked distraught. I couldn't tell if she was. Faith was good at maintaining her composure in front of groups of people. Between the group, we all know that Faith and Wood are dating. She might say they aren't, but it's totally written all over her face when they get in fights. Whenever they do get in fights, the first person she runs to is Buffy. We all watch as Buffy gets up and walks over to Faith. They disappear into the hallway and off somewhere into the house. Ken and I both look at each other. I shrug my shoulder giving her the 'We'll know later.' look. Those two for some reason have gotten really close. Other than that, I'm going to leave it alone.

"Think it's serious?" Chloe whispered in my ear before looking back towards the hallway. "Uh…, don't know." I guessed. Willow looked up at us; shooting me a look, so I went back to watching the tv.

Next morning-Saturday

Buffy never came back to watching the movie and none of us heard any kind of conversation. We went to bed after the movie, and now I'm up to start Saturday. Yeah, I know, right? What are teenage girls doing in the house on a Friday night? What are slayers doing in the house on a night that demons and vamps are out the most? Well, all I can say is that Buffy has found out that we work better in teams. Which is her way of saying no less than four of us can patrol at a time. This is fine with me because I don't have to patrol every night.

I swung my legs off the side of my bed and jumped down. Chloe was still knocked out, but I could smell food. So I wanted first dibs before everyone else got a hold of it.

Hightailing it downstairs, I rounded into the hallway and then into the kitchen. As I walk in, I run right into Buffy. "Damn, someone's hungry," she greeted as she took a few steps away and went back to what she was doing. I walked up to her looking over her shoulder to see pancake mix. "What's the occasion?" I asked, and Buffy moved to her right; grabbing a bag of chocolate chips. AWESOME! "Oh, nothing…Just thought you guys would like pancakes, and I couldn't sleep," she announced as she wiped her forehead. I turned to the rest of the kitchen, and it was a mess. Buffy is a good cook, just not a contained one.

I could smell bacon from somewhere, so I walked over to the microwave and opened it up. "HEY YOU…, at least wait till everything's done!" Buffy fussed as she smacked my hand. I pulled it away quickly. "Ouch," I yelped; scrunching up my nose and walking away. I walked to the other side of the island and leaned on it. "So," I murmured, and Buffy half turned. "So what?" she asked to get me to get at what I was getting at. "Faith, she looked a little upset last night…Is everything, ok? Do I need to beat Wood's ass?" I questioned as Buffy turned around again. "Yes, and no, leave Wood alone. They fight a lot, and if Faith wants you to know, then Faith will tell you. Go watch TV or something. I'm not used to you guys being up so early," Buffy babbled, and I walked over to the microwave; grabbing a piece of bacon as Buffy turned her back and walked out of the kitchen. "I'll talk to her," I declare around a piece of bacon. Yum.

I walked into the living room. The blinds were pulled shut, so it made it a little dark. I looked around for the remote, thinking I could catch some old Saturday morning cartoons. Finding the remote, I sat down on the couch. "HEY!" someone yelled, and I shot up and looked at the other end of the couch to see Faith half sitting up with some major bed head. "Sorry," I apologized and sat on the floor in front of the couch. Faith planted her face back in the pillow. "What is she cooking?" Faith asked through the pillow. I flipped down a few channels; turning on ABC.

"Pancakes, bacon, probably eggs," I revealed as I looked back up at Faith. She turned to look at the TV. It must have been a bad fight for her to sleep here. "That sounds good," Faith replied. It became clear to me that Buffy wasn't cooking all the food for us, it was intended for Faith. That and no one else was up yet. Highly interesting if you ask me.

After a few minutes of tv and small talk, Faith finally sat up. I'm glad cause my ass was getting kind of numb. "Go wake everyone else up." I looked up to see Buffy walking in with a plate of food. "Breakfast on the couch?" Faith chuckled, and I stood looking back at the two of them. "Well, don't get used to it," Buffy answered as she sat down on the couch next to Faith. I shrugged and ran upstairs.

I banged on Willow and Kennedy's door first. "Come eat," I told them and heard a few moans and groans. As I walked to my room, I looked back to see Ken walk out. She smelled the air, then walked back into the room, calling for Willow to get up. I walk over to Chloe's bed, sit down on the side, and pull the blanket down slightly Chloe rolled over. "Come on, B made breakfast," I encouraged, and Chloe looked at me as if I just said something completely retarded. "Ok, so wake me up for lunch," she whined as she covered herself back up. "Oh come on, she made chocolate pancakes," I admitted with excitement to see if it would work. "What are you, like two? Go eat, let me sleep," she insisted after groaning again as I stood. "Lame," I informed while walking out of the room, turning on the light as I do. "ALEX!" Chloe shouted. I'm good at pushing buttons.

I knocked on Vi's door, and she answered it. "That smells pretty good," she responded as she walked past me. "You getting up, Rona?" I asked, and Rona only turned over. "She's going to sleep through lunch, probably," Vi confirmed and walked down the hall. I followed Vi back to the kitchen.

All the food was done, and some of the kitchen had been cleaned. Buffy set out a bunch of plates. We each made one then walked into the living room one by one. Ken made one big one for her and Willow, then walked back upstairs. I sat on the small, loveseat and pulled my legs up. "Are we really watching this?" Rona complained around a mouthful of food. Buffy reached for the remote and turned on some kind of wacky, game show. Buffy laughed at something. When I looked up, I saw Buffy's arm around Faith's shoulders. I don't think anyone else noticed, and Faith wasn't exactly pushing it away.

After breakfast, those of us who were up decided to train. Buffy and Faith decided we were big girls and stayed in the living room to watch tv. "Pinned ya!" I teased Ken's ear as she jerked; trying to free her arms. I sat up really quick; putting my knee in her back. She was able to push up a little, but once I made contact, her face slammed back into the mat. "AGHHHH!" Ken half screamed. I could tell she was getting pissed, but I wasn't going to let her get the upper hand. I don't know how I even got the upper hand. I pulled her arm up, kneeling on her back as she attempted to rock beneath me. "Say uncle," I command calmly and Ken looked up at me sideways. "Ugghh…, uncle," she relented, said and I sat down by her side. She sat up. I mistakenly looked away for a second; receiving a fist to the cheek.

"What the fuck was that for?" I growled and turned back to Ken grabbing my jaw. She sat up smiling. "I think you dislocated my shoulder," Ken claimed. I looked at her when she leaned to one side. Rona and Vi stopped sparring and walked over to us. "Need some help?" Rona offered, and I sat up; putting my arm around my knees. "Yeah," Ken confessed as she looked over her shoulder. Rona stood behind her and took hold of Ken's shoulder. "You know you two could keep it down a little at night, or maybe even get a hotel room" Rona advised. "We aren't…Ahhhh!" Ken screamed as Rona pushed her shoulder back into place.

"Ouch," I gasped as I stood. I walked over to the small fridge and grabbed an ice pack out of the cooler. As I came back, I grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around the pack. Ken lay down on her back, and I sat next to her; setting the ice pack on her shoulder. "So what's eating you this morning?" I asked as she looked over at me. "What do you mean?" Ken questioned while she pursed her eyebrows. "Well, I normally only get the upper hand whenever your distracted. The only thing that has ever been able to really distract you was Red. And she isn't even in the room," I explained, and Ken shook her head no. I gave her a confused look. I lay down next to her as Vi and Rona left.

"Overheard Buffy and Faith last night," Ken confided as she sat up. I sat up as well; leaning on my elbows. "Faith and Wood aren't together anymore, and I think Faith is going to end up moving out," Ken added as she held her shoulder and attempted to stand. I stood and held out my hand. "So what is she going to do, stay here or something?" I continued. "Yeah, till Angel sends her the money, so she can get her own place," Ken implied. We walked out of the training room and down the hall. "Stop…That tickles, stop." I looked forward to see Faith and Buffy playing on the couch. Ken and I both stood in the hallway watching them. Buffy stopped giggling as they looked up at us.

"I highly doubt she'll leave," I said with a little sarcastic humor as I continued walking to the stairs. "Wow…, took em' long enough," Ken mentioned from behind me. "Think B will figure it out?" I said as I walked into my room. "Maybe," she answered.

"Maybe what?" Chloe asked; coming out of the closet, literally. I looked up and walked over to the chair and sat down. "We have a house guest," I revealed, and she looked at me confused. "House guest…who?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. I looked up at her. You would think she would have heard her voice by now. "Faith," I said in an as if she should already know kind of tone. Chloe's eyes widened. "What happened? She stayed here last night?" she said. "Yes…I almost sat on her this morning. Let just say school just got way more dramatic," I declared as Chloe walked to me while putting on a shirt.

Chloe straddled my lap. "And I thought the fact that our roommate was sleeping with our English teacher was juicy," Chloe replied as she undid the ponytail out of my hair. I wrapped my arms around her back and buried my face in her chest. "I knew Robin and Faith wouldn't last," Chloe admitted as she trailed her fingers down my jaw line. "I know. It's Wood I'm worried about. Faith could go all doom and gloom, leaving us to deal with the fall out. Don't see this going good," I described in a long, drawn out explanation. Chloe sat back pulling me away from her and holing my face. "Opposites attract in every sense. Faith noticed the same thing you noticed. You like it, I'm sure she's going to love it," Chloe assured me, and I scrunched my eyebrows and lips.

I know what she's talking about. It's the electric charge I feel whenever we touch. I can't quite truly describe it, but I know I only really feel it when Chloe is around. When we touch, it's pretty much like an addictive drug, like heroine, and I can't get enough of her.

So I didn't realize till after I was finished writing that what I was listening to was what I was reflecting on... Puddle of mud- "blurry"

Buffy- next morning

"Faith, stop…" I order between laughs; trying to hold her hands away from me. "Why, B?" Faith asked with this half smirk. Faith pulled me into her and wrapped her arms around me. Since when did she get so playful? I pushed on her chest trying to get away. Faith's fingers found my side and started tickling me. "HA, HA, HA," I started laughing as my body jerked and tried to get away from her. "Faith, STOP, PLEASE!" I begged and heard feet come running into the living room. Faith stopped tickling me. I looked up to see Chloe and Alex standing in front of us. I held back a laugh. "Well, then," Alex muttered as she walked to the side; pulling Chloe along with her. "Could you two get a room?" Chloe suggested, and I watched them walk out of the living room. I looked up at Faith and sat up.

Faith straightened herself up as I did. "So what cha wanna do today, B?" Faith asked and I just watched her. "Nothing really, all my school paperwork is done…I kind just want to sit here," I confessed and leaned back into Faith. It took her a second, but her arm came over my shoulder. I know we're just friends, but I like this. Friends cuddle, there's nothing wrong with that. But I don't know, it's strange. For some reason, she makes me feel safe. Like when she's around, I don't feel so alone.

While we were watching a movie, Faith fell asleep. When it was done, I slid from under her arms and stood. Pulling the blanket over her, I kissed her forehead. Last night, we had a long talk. I don't know. Somehow I understand where she's coming from and why she broke up with Wood. I would have, too, if someone tried to make me into a housewife. Slayers can't exactly be tamed. Wood is just trying to help, but it comes to a point where a person can only take so much. All I can really say is at least she tried.

I walked into the hallway past Chloe and Alex followed. "Be quiet, Faith's sleeping," I ordered because I know how loud those two can get. "We'll be quick. I got hungry," Alex promised and made her way into the kitchen behind Chloe. I looked out the front window to see a white charger pull up. It was Robin's. He is so the last person I want to see right now. It's one thing for Faith to complain and get angry. She would tell me what he did or said. As of right now, let's just say he better stay the hell away from here.

I walked to the door and opened it before he could knock. "Where is she, Buffy?" he asked sternly; as if I was going to move out of his path. "Sleeping," I answer as calmly as possible. "I need to talk to her," Wood said as he attempted to walk by me. I stepped in front of him. "Buffy," he stated in yet another stern tone, and I could feel eyes on my back. "How is this going to work out for you, Robin? Cause I don't see anything in your favor right now," I assumed, and he looked down at me. I mean really looked down at me, and I smiled. To show love to someone you can't stand at the moment only truly pisses them off further, right? "Buffy, move," he instructed; only he was a little calmer than before. "I don't think even you want to come into this house right now. I highly advise against it." Woods stared past me, looking angrier by the second. He didn't react too well to Willow's warning.

Flat out, he shouldn't be here, he's in the wrong. I don't want him here because it will just upset Faith. I got her laughing and smiling this morning. It was a lot better than the destructive mode she was in last night.

"Is that how is? You're all just going to sit here and watch her self destruct….Because that's what she's doing. I'm the only one that really knows her. I'm the only one that can really get under her skin and make her think about shit. Buffy, you don't know these girls. You don't know any of them. You just push them around in your little army, telling us all what to do. You know what….Fuck it," Wood ranted, then walked off the porch quickly. There was a rush of feet from somewhere in the house. Damn, why in the hell did I keep him around? He needs a lot of time to cool off.

I turned around. Ken stood looking at me a little confused. Willow turned around and walked back upstairs. I closed the door behind me and saw Faith step out of the dining room. "Where's he going?" she asked. She looked sad and a little frantic. "He's leaving," I guessed because I didn't know and didn't care. I wanted him gone, but the look on Faith's face was saying she didn't. Why does she care so much right now, why doesn't she just stay here till she can get her head together?

Faith walked up to me with her head down and staring at the floor. Then past me into the foyer and grabbed her coat that had been lying on the table since last night. She didn't look up at me. I grabbed onto her arm. She wasn't even going to say good bye.

"B, I can't. I can't do this without him," Faith revealed and coughed, I let go; standing in front of her. I searched her eyes for something, anything that would tell me something I could use against him. Anything I could say to get her to stay. Only I couldn't, Faith walked past me and out the door. I stood there as she walked outside. "Faith, wait," I pleaded, but she was already halfway up the driveway. I went to follow but was stopped by something. I put my hand up to feel some kind of glass in front of me. I turned to see Willow's eyes glowing a little.

"She's got to work this out on her own. The girl is super conflicted right now," Willow stated, and I knew she knew something I didn't. I could tell by the look in her eyes. "Right, and I'm Betty Crocker," I scoffed as I turned to walk out, only she did it again. "I can keep you in this house all day," Willow assured me, and I saw ken coming back down the stairs. I looked up at her furious. Who knows what that bastard was going to say to her this time? This time she might leave. She might leave and never come back. Then I'd never know.

Hours passed and it grew dark. I don't know how long I'd been sitting here, judging by the lack of movement in the house, a while. "Come on, B, come on. Come out patrolling with us," Chloe offered, and I looked up to see Chloe, Alex, Ken, and Vi standing in front of the table. I wasn't in the mood for it. What if Faith came over again? What if Faith came over again and I wasn't here?

"You can't just sit here all day, mopping. Come on, get some aggression out," Vi argued when I put my head down on the table. "Go ahead," I griped though my arms, a couple of the girls walked away. "She's always looks happy when she's with you," Alex whispered said as she knelt down in front of me. I sat up and looked at her. "We all see it, ya know….We're not stupid. I think it'll work if you two give it a shot," Alex concluded and was hit on the shoulder by Ken. What the hell are they talking about?

"Come on, B. We'll stop by there on the way back," Ken said as she grabbed my wrist; yanking me out of the seat. I struggled for a second then let her pull me the rest of the way out of the front door. "Here," someone said, and I turned to see Vi holding a stake. I took it, then my jacket that someone else was holding. "See, now that wasn't so hard," one of the girls behind me taunted. "Ha ha," I muttered as I walked.

"I thought she was straight?" a different girl said behind me as we walked though the cemetery. "She is, I think they both are," another girl commented. "I can hear you," I half sneered. They stopped talking and caught up with the rest of us. "I don't think we've gone out with this big of a group before," Ken realized as she walked up to a bench. "It's so dead," Vi pouted. I looked around to see if I could see anything out of the ordinary. Anything that could distract me from the certain someone that I couldn't get out of my head right now. "Look out, B!" somebody yelled and instinctively, I ducked. Wind rushed over my head as I felt a knee brush against my side and some stumbled past me.

I looked up to see a vamp already all ugly faced. How did I not sense him walking up on me? "Aw, why did you have to spoil my dinner?" he directed to wherever that voice came from while dirt fell off his shoulders. I was looking for a good fight tonight, but I guess this will have to do. I didn't realize I had backed up a few steps, and the girls all walked up next to me. Each of them in a ready stance; waiting for this vamp to make his next move. Alex took a step toward him, but I stuck my arm out as she walked against it. "I got this one," I confirmed as I looked at her. She nodded, and I took a few steps forward.

We circled at first. "I was hoping it was going to be you. My ex was blonde," he recalled. Wow, using possibly his first kill as a revenge killing. He lunged anxiously. I brought my knee up into his chest; letting him fly a few feet up in the air in front of me before I staked him in the back. Dust fell as his skull hit the ground. I looked up when I sensed more in the area. This must be the vampire clan Giles was talking about last week. Maybe not all, but at least some of them. The girls turned around as they saw me looking past them. I know they sensed them too.

"How many do you think there are?" one asked, and I shrugged my shoulders. "They were coming for the new guy," I determined. "The one you just staked? I hope he wasn't important," Chloe said through a smirk. "Come here," I ordered; pulling them all to the side. I looked over all of them. "This won't be so bad. It'll be the first taste of a good fight here in Cleveland," I announced and looked at all of their smiling faces. "Let's kick some ass!" Alex suggested and cheesed big. We all stood and fanned out.

I looked around to see vamps walking around the cemetery trying to find the newly opened grave. I counted six of them. I walked up behind one and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hi, I greeted as I shoved the stake into his chest. As he dusted, fighting broke out around the headstones. I looked around for the closest vamp. He didn't see me but took off running in the direction of Chloe; who was fighting another vamp one on one. I came close enough, stepped up onto a head stone, and round housed him in the chest. The badly dressed vamp went flying backward into a statue.

After watching him step away from it, I walked towards him. To my right, Alex stakes the vamp she was fighting. After he finished dusting himself off, he started walking in my direction. "This suit is Gucci, bitch." he complained as he attempted to punch me. I blocked it easily and punched his chest. Punch, block, kick, block, punch. We went on for a few minutes before I saw a weak spot. I blocked his punch and his chest opened up. I swung the stake and turned, so I didn't get his dust all over me. Standing up fully, I saw Chloe and Alex running in my direction, along with Ken.

"Where's Vi?" I asked, and they looked around and over their shoulders. "She was…" "Ahhhh," someone screamed, and we all took off running in that general direction. As I rounded the side of a mausoleum, Vi was on the ground; crawling backwards. Before I could do anything to the vamp, the girls dusted him. I bent down next to Vi to see she had this large gash across her stomach. "Since when do vamps carry knives?" she asked and looked up at me. I ripped a part of my pant leg off and held it on the gash over her stomach. "Come on, let's get you home." I advised while placing my arms under her arms and legs, picking her up in the process.

It took us about twenty minutes to get back to the house. Once we did, Willow was there and ready to work her mojo. It's a good thing we have her around, or else we'd have a lot more dead or forever wounded slayers on our hands.

We all sat in the living room; waiting for Willow to come back downstairs. Most just wanted to talk and give Willow her space, so she didn't feel like we were hovering or something. "Man did you see that roundhouse? That vamp got a clothesline from hell," Alex described as she hit my shoulder that already had a nice little bruise on it, thanks. "Yeah, well I like to be creative," I joked as I looked up to see Willow walk downstairs and in our direction. "How is she?" Rona asked. "She'll be fine, it wasn't deep enough for it to hit anything important. She'll have a nice, pink scar for a little bit till that goes away," Willow explained and Rona stood. Willow motioned for her to go upstairs.

"Ok, girls take a shower and go to bed," I suggested; looking at all of them because I wanted to talk to Willow. Help clear my head a little, you know. "Ahh, come on, B," Ken pleaded as she looked from me to Willow. Alex had the same contemplative look on her face that went away within two seconds. Ken looked at Willow; who leaned over and kissed Ken lightly for a few seconds. Then the rest of them left.

I look up at Willow as I try to look as calm as possible. Willow sighed and sat down at the head of the table. "You couldn't look any more obvious, even if you tried not to," she stared and I looked up. "Is it that bad?" I said as looked around in hope that no one was listening in the nearest rooms. I know how teenage girls can be. I'm pretty sure Kennedy is the worst. Willow nodded yes slowly. I don't think I can do this. I can't do this. "How do you do it? How does it work?" I asked her, and I could see this little smirk grow across her face. She also sort of laughed under her breath. "Willow…" I started but wasn't sure what to say so I stopped. God, I'm straight. I'm not supposed to feel like this. You feel like this when you like someone a lot. Feelings like this for another girl? I've never been so confused before. Faith has Robin, and it's been crazy between them, so I don't think I can put her though something like this.

"It doesn't just work… I mean it does. You just have to try and see. Tell her how you feel, she probably feels the same way. Have you talked to her?" she babbled in one of her trademark explanations. "But what if she doesn't feel the same way?" I mumbled, and Willow shrugged her shoulders; still smirking a little. "You won't know till you talk to her," she finished, and I sighed; knowing everything she was saying was what I needed to do. I just wasn't sure how I was supposed to do it. How do you tell someone you couldn't stand in past that you can't be without them now? How do you tell someone that you feel cold, alone, and empty when they're gone? That when they walk away, it feels like your world just shattered.

"Buffy…Buffy?" Willow called out, and I looked up. "I'm not sure if you were concentrating on something or what,"" Willow continued and, I still looked up at her. For a second there, all I could think of was Robin. Then I got this overwhelming feeling that there was something terribly wrong. Something is very, very wrong. Willow noticed and I stood because that was the only thing I could do. I slowly took steps over to the room just next to the foyer. Willow followed. "I feel like I…," I said while crossing my arms and stared out the window; overlooking the yard and street outside. There was this calm silence about the neighborhood. As nice as that sounds and the fact that calm is normal, I don't like normal; not this normal. This normal and quiet means there's something wrong.

"Think about it for a couple of days. Be there for her, everything will work out," Willow said as I heard her walk away. I stared out the window some more. There was this loud screech and tire squeals further off down the street. I leaned against the window to see a white Charger speed by; almost losing control as it turned the corner to leave the neighborhood. "What was that?" Vi asked as she walked from the stairwell to the hallway. "A car," I told her as I opened the front door. "Hey, where you going cause it's like four in the morning?" Vi reminded me. "I'll be back, sit tight." I responded as I walked outside; trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. Wasn't sure how believable it was. And what the hell is she still doing up?

I walked past a few houses. Faith lived in the one just on the corner. The silver Escalade was there but the other car was gone. Wood's white Charger was gone. I looked up to see the door was wide open. All the lights upstairs were off, except for one. I don't remember whose room that was. That's something I should probably learn for future reference. I walked inside and closed the door behind me. Nothing in the house moved. It was silent but for the subtle snoring coming from upstairs. The layout of her house is the same as mine, so I decided to make sure everything thing was normal and nothing was lurking in a closet or whatever.

I walked from the dining room to the kitchen, then to the living room. I walked back down the hallway, turned, and took the stairs two at a time. I could wonder who was in the charger. I wondered who would be left in the room. As I got to the top of the stairs, the feeling I was getting back at my house was starting to go away. Being completely replaced by sadness, and there only one person I could feel that from. If we're going to empath like this, I got to get a handle on my emotions.

I turned and walked into Faith's room. It was a mess. There were hangers all over the bed and strung out across the floor; not mention a mixture of his and her clothing. The closet was open. All this is strange because their room was always clean, even back in L.A. I couldn't compare to how clean their room was. I could never tell between the two of them who was the clean freak either.

"Faith…Robin?" I said loud enough for someone to hear if they were in here but not loud enough to wake up the girls. I'm pretty sure Faith is the one in here because could feel her, but the room was empty. I walked in, stepping over the hangers and trying not to bust my ass, to see Faith standing in the mirror of her bathroom. She looked up and saw me, "Hey, B. What are you doing here?" she questioned. Her voice shook a little as she looked up at me in the mirror. She must have just wiped her eyes because her make up was smeared down her cheeks. She noticed, then wiped away what was left. "I was taking a walk, and I saw your door ….open." I claimed, even though I know I came over here because of her. She smiled and looked up at me. "Liar," she stated as she slid down the wall. Ok, so I guess she could read minds too.

I walked over and sat down in front of her. I could see she was holding back tears because her eyes welled up. I didn't say anything. I didn't want her to explain. She didn't have to. "I…Umm…He's gone," she mumbled as a single, black tear fell to the end of her cheek. I wiped the stream away and held her cupped cheek in my hand as gently as possible. She just looked so fragile. And me saying that about Faith, I have the feeling I'm not getting the full picture.

"I can't do this alone, B," she sighed, and her voice hitched. I was so close to asking what happened. I wanted to know why they didn't work, so I would know what not to do. Is that wrong? The girl I like is sitting here in front of me about on the verge of some serious tears and… "He said he loves me," she revealed, and my heart stopped a little. She continued to play with the pretend lint on her pajama bottoms.

I felt like I was standing on the edge of a building; looking at the glass top on the other side. I looked at it wondering if I were to jump, would it break? Or would the glass be thick enough to hold my weight for me to land safely on it. Yep, she's on the verge of some heartbreaking moment, and I'm thinking about myself. "What did you say?" I spoke…I can speak!

I reached out and touched her leg trying to comfort her a little. She took a deep staggered breath. "I didn't say anything," she admittedd and looked up at me. "B, I didn't fucking say a god damn thing….and he left!" she half yelled before she broke out in sobs. I moved, so I was sitting next to her. You're supposed to say he'll call or he'll be back in these situations. Seeing as how he packed a bag that might be a while. I placed an arm over her shoulder, and she leaned into me. Her body shook between sobs. I've never seen Faith cry. She almost makes me want to cry. I pulled her in for a tighter embrace. It seemed like every time she tried to calm down, it only got worse.

Angry I've seen. I don't think I've ever seen her walls down the way they are now. "I don't think… I can do….this…I can't…do it…alone," she confessed between sobs. All I could do was stroke her back a little and make the soft sshh sound as if she was a baby. "You're not alone, Faith." I promised as I hugged her tighter as her body shook against mine. "You've got me and the girls. We're all here for you, Faith." I wasn't sure if it was working. "No, B, it's not that easy. I wish it was that easy," Faith exclaimed, and her voice was calm for the most part. "I didn't tell him. We were arguing, and I couldn't tell him because I don't love him. I'm supposed to love him, right?" she ranted and continued to cry. So she doesn't love him, but she doesn't want to be alone. I am so confused right now. "I'm pregnant, B." Oh