It's Crazy How Things Work Out For the Better.

Chapter 11

A month had passed since Marissa had run out of the Cohen residence and stopped talking to Alex. During this time, Marissa had fallen back into her old ways, drinking and getting high all day everyday. Whenever she wasn't completely drunk out of her mind, she was trying to lose herself in the amazing euphoria caused by any high she could get her hands on. Marissa had been given countless warnings in school; she had to clean up her act or she would be suspended or possibly expelled, but she had kept on her terrifying downward spiral. Despite everyone's attempts to help, Marissa would turn her back on them and go at it twice as hard.

Alex, during this time, was throwing herself into work and the preparation for the twins. She had gotten her job back at the Bait Shop and was working fulltime as the manager. Because of how badly the Bait Shop had done after Alex left, the owner willingly started paying her twice what she made before. To top it all off, Julie Cooper-Nichol, the woman who supposedly lived and breathed hatred for Alex was actually paying her to help her sisters with the designs of the new buildings. Even though she was doing very well, Alex was more somber and irritable than even her sisters had ever seen her. She just knew how to hide it.

These were the reasons that Summer, Seth, Ryan, Sandy, Kirsten, Penelope, Samantha, and Thea had met at the Country Club as an intervention; they wanted to figure out how to get Alex and Marissa back together . . . or at least, to get them out of their (as Seth called them) "Danger Zones".

"Has anyone heard from Julie? She was supposed to bring Marissa here before Alex gets here," Penelope was torn; she wanted her sister to be happy again -because lets face it, a melancholic Alex was not fun to be around-, but if one girl could cause this reaction because of a stupid misunderstanding, then she wasn't sure that she wanted Alex around that.

Before anyone could even flinch, they heard their answer, "Mom, wha-at are WE doing here? It th-thought we were going out to the art gal . . . galer . . . studio place! Oh, hiya everyone!" when she saw the group, Marissa stumbled over to the table slurring everything that she was saying, with Julie barely holding her up.

When everyone gave Julie a pointed look, Julie replied, "I wish I knew how this happened. I got home and she was already like this," with Sandy's help, Julie successfully sat her daughter in a chair next to Summer.

Marissa had been sitting for half a minute when she got up and half-ran half-stumbled in the direction of the washroom, with Summer following close behind her. After the two girls ran off, Kirsten gave Julie a sympathetic look. Alcohol was not something that is easy to deal with. But they could not think about that right then and there; they had to figure out how to stop the problem before they could fix the damage.

"So . . . where's Alex?" Seth asked the crowd.

As if on cue, the beautiful blonde started walking towards them with as much grace as she could muster. In the past month, Alex had gained twelve pounds and was now having more difficulties walking around. Instead of walking, she was forced to waddle; much to her distain and Seth's utter amusement.

"Hey everyone! I didn't realize there was a party going on, or I would have brought refreshments!" Alex joked as she waddled up to the table and sat down in the newly vacated seat, "I hate going to Lamaze! What with the breathing, the fake pushing and all of the damn perfect and very successful couples looking down their noses at me because I am seventeen, pregnant and single. It sucks so much!"

Seth looked at her and said, "Aww, I didn't even get a chance to say 'What's up, Duck?'"

Alex could only glare at him before Kirsten smacked Seth upside the head, causing everyone to laugh, " You try carrying twenty-five pounds of weight on your stomach, and lets see how easily you walk!"

"Twenty-seven, now with three months left," Alex said.

"Jeez and your gonna get BIGGER?!?!?!!?" Seth asked, his jaw coming close to hitting the floor.

"SETH!" Everyone yelled.

"What? It's a valid question!"

"Not when you ask like that, man. The girl's lethal when she's pregnant! Did you forget last week's pillow attack?" Ryan replied, rubbing the back of his head at the thought.

"Hey, you had it coming! And I told you my aim would improve!" Alex stated.

"And you have no idea how grateful I am that you weren't holding a beer can."

The pair chuckled at their inside joke. They had definitely moved on from what happened almost a year earlier.

"Hey, Al . . ." Sandy started to ask the blonde a question, when he was cut off.

"SUMMER!!!!! I don' wanna go sit down! Iwannagohangoutwith . . . OOPS!" Marissa, who had just retuned from the bathroom, fell down onto Alex's lap, "ALEX! What are YOU doin here?"

Alex went from being slightly happy, to confused, to shocked, to very disappointed and pissed off within two seconds. When Marissa grabbed onto Alex, the blonde pushed the younger girl's hands off of her shirt. The expecting teen then stood up in anger, causing Marissa to fall off of her lap, and land on the floor.

"Marissa, you're drunk?!?"

The drunk girl looked up at her, "No . . . well a little . . . bu' not too much! I'm high too! But Shhh! Don' tell!"

Alex was livid. Marissa had never acted like this when they were together. Sure, they had thrown down, but she had never ended up like this. Worse still, Alex was coming to realize exactly why Marissa was acting like this.

"How long has she been doing this? Getting drunk off of her ass. When did she start?" Alex was trying not to yell . . . or cry, "Summer, tell me how long!"

"A month."

A part of Alex broke when she heard the answer. She had caused this. The girl she was in love with was drinking herself stupid, and it was because Alex hadn't had the balls to run after her; to kick her door down; to call her non-stop. She had given Marissa space, and Marissa gotten completely wasted over and over again. This was her fault, and therefore her responsibility to fix.

"Get her to my car," Alex told the guys.

Nobody protested. If anyone could get Marissa to stop hurting herself, then it would be Alex. As Ryan carried Marissa out to the car under Seth's amazing supervision, Alex prayed that her love would be all right.

* * * * *

After driving Marissa back to the Cohens and half-carrying her up to her room, Alex sat on the bed stroking the brunette's hair. It had been six hours since they had gotten home, and after one long and very violent detox, Marissa had finally fallen asleep with Alex watching over her.

Another tear ran down Alex's face, "I am so sorry, baby."

I am going to update another few chapters tomorrow. My battery is about to die on my computer. . . :(

And to answer a question that I was asked, the whole Trey situation did happen and will be explained in later chapters. You just have to be patient. ;)