A/N: ok so this the last one i hope ya'll liked it..Pat will be back soon...Lorelai out...please don't forget to review my genius sister's work

"You're fidgeting, why are you fidgeting?" Tom asked about a block away from my apartment.

"Because, in a few moments we're going to be discussing what happened between us, and I know it's going to turn into a screaming match." I looked up at him, feeling slightly hopeless, and then gazed back down at my hands shaking in my lap.

The drive had been quiet; both of us were deep in thought. Well, I was. I'm guessing Tom was too though. The entire drive he seemed to be concentrating on something.

I saw my building come into view as we turned the corner and noticed a large crowd of people standing outside. As we got closer I realized that they weren't just people—it was the paparazzi.

"Great." I muttered. I meant to think it, not say it, but it just kind of came out. Tom chuckled, of course, as he pulled over and parked.

"Don't worry, just stay close to me." We both climbed out and I looked at Tom as if he had just called me stupid.

"Damn, I was just going to walk in the opposite direction and stay as far away from you as I could." I smiled and started to walk with him as lights start to flash.

"Fuck that's bright." I squinted and grabbed at his arm in temporary blindness. I felt him slide his hand down to my lower back and with his other hand he held my left arm. At first I turned to ask him what he was doing, and then I realized he was guiding me through the sea of strangers and bright lights to the door.

I could hear people calling out to Tom, asking him questions, but not once did I ever hear him answer. We got through the door and quickly walked to the elevator and the lights finally stopped flashing.

"Ouch, how you deal with the I will never know." I sighed as we rode the elevator up to my floor.

"You just kind of get used to it. You can't tell me you've never been around them before?" Tom asked in disbelief.

"Not since we were sixteen, Tom. At that point you had only filmed like two of the Harry Potter films and the paparazzi wasn't that crazy and in your face." I opened my door and threw my stuff next to the couch. "Want something to drink?" I asked as Tom closed the door and stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"Sure, what do you have?"

"Pepsi, water, milk, Newcastle…"

"Water's fine, thanks."

"Alright, sit on the couch, it doesn't bite I swear." I smiled as I grabbed two water bottles out of the fridge. As I sat on the couch next to Tom I handed Tom the water and sighed.

"So, what first?"

"Why do you hate me?" he asked without hesitation.

"I asked you if you'd ever leave me and you said no. You said you loved me and no matter what you'd never leave me, no matter how far apart we may end up for school or something and then I told you I was moving. You said it didn't matter and things between us would never change. Then the day before I leave you turn around and break up with me. You lied to me Tom." I could feel the tears starting to fill my eyes and quickly tried to blink them away.

"I was a stupid sixteen year old boy. I still loved you I just, the thought of never seeing you again. I was scared. Not only that but I didn't want to grow too attached, I didn't want to sit around with this idea that you were gonna come back only to find out you had moved on."

"I never completely moved on Tom."

"Of course not, almost marrying and having a kid with another man definitely doesn't fall under the category of 'moving on'."

"Like I can't say the same thing about you. I'm not stupid Tom; I know what you did the night I left. I know about you and that—" I couldn't finish my own sentence. I had risen from the couch defensively and Tom had followed moments later. "You didn't care about me Tom, don't pretend like you did."

"Yea well if you had cared you would have at least said good bye." Tom spit at me coldly.

I stood up straight and stared at him, my eyes full of pain.

"I did Tom…" he looked at me in confusion and I began to recap the night, all the thoughts and feeling flooding back as if I was reliving it all over again…

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I walked up the dark driveway of Tom's house, wrapping my jacket tightly around my small body. I had lost weight in the last couple months, dropping from 126 pounds to about 110. The cold October air swept breezes around me, causing my grey sweats to cling to my legs and my hair to whip around my face. My mom had informed me we were leaving for the airport in an hour, so I had decided to walk the three blocks to Tom's house. As mad at him as I was I couldn't bring myself to leave without saying goodbye.

I hesitated for a moment before knocking on his front door. When no one answered I knocked again. His brother's car was in the driveway, someone had to be home. I'm not sure why I did what I did, but for some reason I reached out and took the doorknob in my left hand. I turned it and pushed the door open, stepping inside and shutting it behind me.

"Hello?" I said quietly. It wasn't the first time I had let myself into his house, I practically lived there, yet for some reason I felt like I didn't belong.

As I walked further into the living room I heard laughing coming from one of the rooms upstairs. I slowly began to walk up the stairs and when I reached the top I could hear Tom's voice coming from his room. It was the first room on the left and the door was slightly cracked. As I stepped closer I heard another voice, a female voice.

I pushed the door open and what lay before me hit me like a ton of bricks.

Things had been thrown carelessly on the floor, not things, clothes. And not just Tom's, but also some girl's. Tom was lying in his bed with some girl all over him. It was too dark to see what she looked like but I could see her kissing his neck and running her hands up and down his chest.

"That was amazing Tom. Let's have another go." She tried to say in a sexy voice in his ear before laughing. She had obviously been drinking and I wondered if Tom had been too, or maybe he just didn't care about me.

Tears started to run down my cheeks and my vision became blurred. I grabbed the doorknob and slammed his door shut as hard as I possibly could and for a second I just stood there, hoping he'd open the door and see me standing there. Then I realized I didn't want him to see me, I didn't want to see him. Never again did I want to be face to face with that boy.

I could hear movement on the other side of the door and knew Tom was standing on the other side, anxiously trying to put his pants on before he opened the door.

"Goodbye Tom." I whispered before sprinting down the stairs. I heard his door fly open when I reached the bottom and took off for the front door. I ripped it open and ran outside, not bothering to shut it behind me. I could hear Tom rushing down the stairs and figured he could handle it.

As I reached the driveway my sweats caught on a branch and yanked me backwards. I tried for a moment to untangle myself, but as soon as I heard Tom's feet hit the tile entryway of his house I took off. The sharp movement ripped my sweats and I felt a sharp sting against my leg.

My feet pounded against the cement and I ran away from his house. I had promised myself to never look back when I was rushing down the stairs and I had every intention of keeping that promise. So with tears streaming down my face and a stinging pain in my left leg, I ran.

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"That was you?" Tom asked in disbelief.

"Yes Tom. Need proof?" I rolled up my pant-leg and revealed a scar about three inches long across the side of my leg. "I ran into the rose bush. When I got home there was a thorn stuck in my leg." I pushed my pant-leg back down and looked at Tom. He was still staring at my leg and he started shaking his head.

"Will you let me explain? Please?" he asked, finally glancing back up at me. I nodded my head and sat down on the couch. Tom did the same and sighed before explaining his side.

"I couldn't believe I had really broken up with you. You were the girl of my dreams. As far as I was concerned I was going to marry you and we would start a family and everything would be perfect. I sort of ruined that though. I had barely slept the night before and was still really upset so for whatever reason I figured getting drunk sounded like a really good idea. So I took a taxi down to some bar and started drinking and just didn't stop. The bartender finally cut me off and said he'd call a cab for me. Well, while I was waiting this girl came up to me and said she thought I was cute and wanted to get to know me. Somehow she ended up at my house with me but I don't remember how. I remember having sex with her, I just don't remember. But I remember someone slamming my door and running out of my house. I didn't know what I was doing Skye."

"Yes, Thomas, you did! I don't care how trashed you are, you know when you are having sex or about to. I know you didn't cheat on me but it really hurt to see you move on that fast." I was crying at this point and Tom looked like he might. Part of me wanted to forgive him and then the other part of me wanted to kick him out of my apartment.

"Skye I never got over you! I'm still not over you!"

"You slept with another girl the day after you broke up with me!" I screamed.

"Skye, I'm still in love with you!" he shouted back and tears began to fall down his face.

"No, you can't be. I hate you, Tom." I stood up and started to walk towards the bathroom.

"Don't say that. I'm sorry. I regret what I did. I regretted it the next morning when I realized what I had done." He also stood, and then chased behind me. "Skye, please? I love you."

I reached the bathroom door and looked back at Tom before shaking my head. "We had our chance Tom. I wish I could still love you but I can't do that to myself again. You should probably go." I walked into the bathroom and closed the door before leaning on it and sliding down to the floor. I took a deep breath and sighed before completely breaking down into heavy sobs. I was pretty sure Tom never left and was sitting on the other side of the door listening to me cry, but when I woke up the next morning and found myself still on my bathroom floor, Tom was gone.

The loud ringing of my phone is what woke me and after searching frantically I found it on the floor.

"Hello?" I said groggily.

"Hey Skye, it's Andy."

"Oh, hi. What's up?" I walked towards the kitchen to get a beer and popped the top off as I looked at the clock.

"Nothing. Are you drinking? Do you know what time it is?"

"Ten twenty-one a.m., your point?"

"Just that the only people who drink this early are alcoholics."

"You know what Andy, I'm really sick of people hounding me about my drinking. My parents give me shit, Garrett gave me shit, and now my best friend is giving me shit. I don't have a problem, okay? I had a rough night last night and I'm giving great consideration into giving this film up because I don't know that I can deal with this right now."

"Whoa there, calm down. If you're still mad at him then do his hair and makeup and then just don't talk to him. I don't want you drinking yourself sick over this guy."

"This guy? Andy, Tom is so much more than just 'this guy'. He was my first everything. I'm still in love with him!" I smacked my hand over my mouth and couldn't believe the word vomit that had just come out of my mouth.

"I thought you hated him?"

"I do! I didn't mean that. It was word vomit."

"I told you, you still love him."

"I do not!" I hung up my phone and dropped it on the kitchen counter. "What the fuck have I gotten myself into?"