Gaskarth, what are you going to do? ;)

The plane landed and I waited patiently in my seat for them to tell us it was safe to get up and go. I clicked off my iPod and stuck it in my pocket. The couple in front of me stood up, and after exchanging a few quick glances, snuck a kiss. They were cute. I cradled my phone in my lap, but I was waiting to call Eric until I was settled. He was probably still on his flight anyway. He had a lot farther to go than I did.

I stood up and grabbed my carryon from overhead. Filing off the plane, I stepped into the eerie tunnel and the memories from two years ago came flooding back. I had to leave Eric back in Arizona and fly all the way to LA alone. I hated planes and I was scared to death. Mark met me at the airport and showed me where my apartment was. Everything was amazing and new. I was overwhelmed. This time I knew what was coming to me. Or at least I thought so.

The main lobby was bustling with people going every which way. I had no idea who was picking me up at the airport, or even where I was going now I was here. I checked in for my bags and watched as the bag return spun in circles. Finally my suitcase came around and I plucked it off the conveyor belt.

"Britta!" I heard someone call my name. I whipped around and searched the crowd. Finally my eyes landed on Alex. He was wearing a blue and grey plaid flannel over a black t-shirt, long jeans and Nike's. He hadn't changed a bit since the last time I saw him.

"Alex," I exclaimed as I jogged to him. "I didn't know you were getting me here!"

"Hell yeah," Alex laughed, "I missed you best friend."

"I missed you too," I smiled. Alex pulled me into a hug and I awkwardly wrapped my arms around him. We don't hug. Hugging him only made me miss Eric's hugs. I sucked in a deep breath and stepped back.

"You alright?" Alex asked grabbing my bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

"I'm fine," I sighed, "just missing home."

"You've only been in LA for two minutes and you already miss home!" Alex winked as he led me towards the exit, "You're pathetic!"

"I'm married," I laughed.

"Still?"

I looked up at him with wide eyes. He chuckled and swore he was kidding. I slapped him arm and gave him my "your sense of humor isn't funny" look.

"The only reason I ask is because last time we talked you guys weren't doing so good," Alex explained as we hopped in the car.

"When was the last time we talked?" I questioned. Kicking my moccasins off, I stuck my feet up on the dash and rolled down the window. The LA breeze was feeling pretty nice.

"Hmm let's see," Alex tapped his chin. "You were very drunk, and you were calling to tell me that someone slept with someone and you and Eric were splitting because you couldn't get over it. You told me to pick you up. You were in Chandler. I was in Baltimore. See the issue."

I sighed as I remembered the drunken call. It was a while ago and things weren't looking good. I drank a little too much, okay a lot too much and refused to go home. Eric and I got into an argument about the Kennedy Lacey thing and he left the party. Or were we at a bar? Either way he left. He said if it bothered me so much that I should go sleep with Kennedy and make it even. Instead of being a good wife and saying "OH NO, THAT WON'T MAKE ANYTHING BETTER," I chose to yell across the room "MAYBE I FUCKING WILL!" After that night I stopped drinking. It's funny. I'd been 21 for nearly 3 months and only drank once. Thank you, Hawke Halvorsen for saving your mother from more embarrassment.

"I'm really sorry about that Alex," I apologized, "I promise nothing like that will happen again. I don't drink anymore. And Eric and I are fine. I promised myself I'd make things better, and I'm going to."

Alex shook his head as we stopped at a red light. "A promise to yourself?"

"Yeah, a promise. Something I plan to keep," I replied chuckling.

"So like a pact…"

"Gaskarth, what are you getting at?" I asked shifting in my seat. A tiny smile creeped on Alex's face as we turned the corner into the hotel parking lot.

"You said some other stuff on the phone too," Alex laughed to himself.

"Alex, what did I say?" I frantically questioned.

"Oh nothing," he hopped out of the car, "other than the fact that you'd cheat on your husband with me."

"Oh my fucking God!" I screamed, "Alex…" He slammed the door shut and raced for the hotel door. I couldn't believe I'd told him about the pact from my bachelorette party. Okay so Alex is fucking hott and a sweet guy. Of course I was going to choose him as my "dirty little secret" but I wasn't serious about it. It was a joke, everyone knew that…right?

Eric's POV-

Alex Gaskarth? The guy she was with right now. Fuck. My. Life. But she wouldn't do that. It was a stupid joke at a bachelorette party. Britta's there to record with them and then come to Boston. She's not staying long, I'll see her soon and everything will be fine. Breathe, Halvo.

"Has she called you yet?" Sam asked. I looked down at my phone. It hadn't rang yet. She should have landed already. Sam read my expression and sighed, "maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's something, but you don't know what Gaskarth can do to people. Especially pushovers like Britta."

"She's not a pushover!" I exclaimed, "and stop doubting her, just let it go. She's fine, we're fine."

"She's not a pushover? Eric, how long after her and Kennedy broke up did you two end up together?"

I rolled my eyes, "that's completely different."

"And how fast did she get back with Kennedy as soon as you ran away?"

"Sam, just stop. She's not a pushover. She's not an anything. She's over there to record and then she's coming here."

"Who's coming here?" a familiar yet unique voice came from behind me. I turned and met eyes with a slightly shorter version of my wife. Her jet black, relaxed hair was cut into a bob with a strike of blond through the bangs. She had Britta's eyes, and her lips…it scared me how much they actually looked alike.

"Hey Tiff," I stood as she approached the table.

"Bil!" She exclaimed, pulling me into a hug.

"Ugh, Tiffy, my names Eric…"

"Bitch, I know!" Tiffany laughed. "BIL, brother in law. God you're old."

"Excuse me," I laughed, "I'm only 4 years older than you. Miss 19 over here. Sorry we missed your birthday."

"It's okay," Tiffany smiled, "I had a pretty awesome birthday anyway…" She winked as she walked over to the couch and swooped up Hawke.

"How's my little nephew?" she baby talked as she pretended to bite his cute little pointed finger.

"Hey Tiff?" Sam called from the kitchen. Tiffany looked up from Hawke and shook her head. Sam grabbed a bottle of Sprite out of the fridge and casually poured herself a drink while asking; "if Britta could sleep with any guy, who would it be?"

"Eric…" Tiffany replied, confused. Her eyes darted between Sam and I for a second. Sam brought the bubbly glass of sprite to her lips and took a swig.

"Other that Eric?" she asked, after swallowing. She shot me a glance as Tiffany squirmed.

"Well that's easy," a male voice came from around the corner, "Alex Gaskarth." Wiley rounded the corner wearing a smile and tight Berklee sweatshirt. Why the fuck was Wiley here?

"Babe!" Tiffany scolded. Wiley shrugged as he walked over to Tiffany. He kissed her cheek and grabbed his keys off the coffee table. "I gotta go," he announced heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" Tiffany asked, crestfallen.

"Work," Wiley replied, "I'll call you when I get out, alright?"

"Okay," Tiffany shook her head. Wiley closed the door and she sighed.

"You're dating Wiley," I questioned, still not believing it.

"Yeah," Tiffany placed Hawke back down on the couch, "I'm sure for how much longer though."

Sam snorted as she plopped back down at the breakfast counter. I looked at both Tiffany and Sam and waited for one of them to say something.

"So…" Nick finally broke the silence. "You're dating your sister's first boyfriend, that's cool…"

"Shut up Nick," I shook my head.

"No, I know it's dumb," Tiffany admitted. "Britta would kill me if she found out. I was going to tell her when she came, but she's not here…"

"She's coming," I explained, "she's just spending a few days in LA and then coming here."

"Right after her and Alex do the dirty," Sam sing-songed.

"Sam, shut up," I warned.

"Actually guys…" Jesse looked up from his lap top. "You might want to see this."

Sam scrambled off the stool and raced over to the laptop. Whatever it was, I didn't want to see. And I didn't care.

Sam gasped and dropped on the couch next to Jesse. Tiffany came running over and read the screen; "Looks like Britta's "made another mistake." She was spotted checking into a hotel room with a rock band hunk, that's not her husband! Has Britta reached an All Time Low?"

oh no, it's it just the tabloids or is Gaskarth starting trouble???

reviews would be lovely :)