A/N: I know this one is short, but it's from John's point of view, and he's 3 sheets to the wind. How articulate are you under the influence? ; ) Anyway, thanks for all of the reviews! I promise all will be revealed in due time! -L

Chapter 7

I get back from Stubby's around 3, and stumble in. The lights are all off, but I can plainly see Taylor's outline on the couch. She's snoring lightly. I laugh at her, but clasp a hand over my mouth quickly, no point in waking her up.

The apartment smells funny, like Pinesol or something. I wonder if she cleaned more. When I finally stumble into my bedroom, I see that she has. Clean your own room, my ass. My bed's even made. I lean against the wall to pull my shoes off and try to tiptoe back into the living room.

The light from the bottom of the microwave is just enough to see the room in front of me. I kneel down next to the couch and push Taylor's hair off her forehead. I can see, even in the dark, that she still has the scar I gave her over her right eyebrow.

"Sorry," I mumble, and kiss her forehead. With great effort, and hopefully not too much noise, I take a couple of aspirin and collapse into bed.