A/N: Due to popular demand (haha) this is a longer chapter. I also decided to do it in first person, I thought I'd switch it up a little but most likely I'll be going back to third person for the next few chapters. Thanks for reading and as always read and review!

~Scott~

            "Where are you going?"

            I turned from the suitcase in front of me to face Monique who was leaning casually on the doorframe. She acted as if the blow up that had just occurred in the next room was non-existent, she obviously didn't understand, and most likely never would.

            "Where do you think I'm going." The remark came out harsher than I had meant it but I didn't apologize, she hadn't.

            "I don't think this is the answer, Scott."

            I whirled around at a speed that even surprised myself and faced her incredulously.

            "Then what is the answer…"

            "Be honest with each other for once. I know-…"

            "That's just it!" I interrupted quickly. "You don't know. You don't know the pain I went through day and night, not able to eat, sleep or think. I barely passed the end of law school! Not a call, I thought she was dead somewhere at one point. You have no right to tamper with our lives because you don't know, Monique, you just don't!"

            She opened her mouth to answer me when the doorbell rang. It was silent for a moment except for the loud chimes that echoed through the apartment building.

            "That's weird, are you expecting anyone?"

            I shook my head, she shrugged hers shoulders and sauntered tensely to the door. I followed her just in case, I might have been furious with her but I didn't want her to get hurt. It was odd for anyone to come unannounced and I could tell by the lines forming around her mouth that she was worried, Shelby had peeked her blonde head out of the room door to see what was going on but we didn't make eye contact, at least I tried not to. Hesitantly Monique pressed the button on the intercom.

            "Hello?"

No answer came, just the uncomfortable sound of silence. Monique tried again but the same thing happened. I contemplated calling Jerry but I was the man of the house at that moment so I figured it was my duty to find out who it was. I brushed past her and opened the door. What I saw shocked me just as much as seeing Shelby had.

"Scotty poo!"

Heather, standing there in a thick white fur coat that covered her expensive leather Italian pants and most likely equally expensive top, with lather bags of luggage strewn about her. She slipped a compact mirror into her Gucci purse and smiled with perfectly shaped red lips while grabbing me in a crushing hug, I attempted to hug her back but weakly, I was still in shock.

"I missed you so much!" She exclaimed after drawing back. I tried to speak but only my lips moved up and down without any sound, when I regained my composure I stared straight back.

"Heather, what are you doing here?"

"Well," She said matter-of-factly. "I couldn't wait to see you so I decided to take the initiative and surprise you. You always say that I need to be more spontaneous, so here I am!"

            I could feel my eyes getting wider every second and all Heather did was smile sweetly. She moved around me and threw a cold glance at Monique who was standing speechless but obviously upset behind me.

            "You must be Monique! I absolutely loved 'A Girl Called Wednesday', I must have watched it a thousand times!" She said feigning sweetness and grabbing her in a hug. Monique narrowly saved herself from a handful of brown hair in her eyes that were shooting venomous darts at me. I made unspoken pleas at her to be nice and tried to vanquish myself from any guilt for her unexpected arrival. When Heather had finished with her shameless display of acting, she gestured at the luggage that was sitting neglected in the hallway.

            "Can you get that for me, Scott dear. You would think being a place where stars stay there would be a doorman." She pushed black sunglasses up over her dark brown hair.

            I glanced nervously at the mass amounts of baggage.

            "How long are you planning on staying exactly?"

            She looked shocked and then smiled.

            "Don't worry, we'll be back in enough time for the wedding."

            Once again my eyes grew wide, I wanted to faint, it would be warranted at this point. Monique looked as if she would hit me over the head with a heavy object while trying to remain amiable and Shelby slammed the door to the room loudly causing everyone to jump.

            "What on earth was that?" Heather inquired after a brief moment of silence between us all. I grabbed some bags and shuffled her further inside the living room while throwing a cursory glance at the door.

            "Nothing."

~Shelby~

            After slamming the door loudly I retreated to the guest room and began searching for a phone to call the airport and see what flights they had going out. My search turned up unfruitful and instead I sat on the plush bed in defeat, staring at the wooden door in front of me. Behind that door was everything that I had been running from and I knew I shouldn't have been surprised when he said he was getting married. It was inevitable but I thought I handled it well, I could never stand to let him see me cry. Heather, she was beautiful, if not a little artificial and it was evident that she came from good breeding and maybe that's what Scott deserved, someone like him, someone he could bring home to his father, not a trailer trash whore. A slight sob racked my body as I thought of it, all I wanted to do was curl up and cry but I made up my mind, I wouldn't let this beat me down, I still had my pride so I straightened my jeans, brushed the hair out of my eyes and walked out into the living room.

            My entrance went unnoticed at first because everyone was crowded around the television set but I couldn't see what was going on.

            "This is horrible." Heather exclaimed. Scott nodded mutely and Monique sighed deeply.

            "Well, it looks like we wont be going anywhere for a while."

            Puzzled, I shifted around behind them to see what was going on. The first thing I noticed was that it looked like the television was broken but then I realized that wasn't television snow, that was real, straight from the sky snow. The picture switched off and a cherry news anchor to it's place.

            "We are in for it this week, an unexpected blizzard just hit the East coast border and it is a blizzard to the fullest extent of the word. Roads are shut down, airports are blocked, no one's going anywhere folks so stay turned to Channel five at five for more updates from meteorologist Larry Rangon and the Live at Five news team."

            My mouth hung open, I couldn't believe it, of all the times to be snowed in! Someone clicked the television off and Heather, Monique and Scott all got up at once and subsequently all met me at once. Monique was the first one to speak.

            "It's snowing."

            "I see." I said simply, I tried to ignore the glares Heather was shooting at me. "I don't believe we've met."

            She reached out a hand limply.

            "Heather Carson and you are?"

            "Shelby Merrick."

            "So your Scott's old girlfriend."

            I cringed inwardly at the label but I didn't show it.

            "Yeah. I heard about your marriage, congratulations."

            "Thanks."

            Her eyes were still narrowed at me as if she were sizing up the competition even if there was none. I could tell one thing though from the look on his face I knew that Scott didn't love her but what did it matter to me. Lucky me, I'm snowed in with my ex boyfriend, his fiancé and my back stabbing best friend for who knows how long, this is going to be once interesting trip.