Pulling her jacket closer to her body, Delia moved in her confident gait up the sidewalk and rang the doorbell.

The jacket belonged to Chris, or at least it did. He had outgrown it and was planning on giving it to Goodwill, but Delia asked for it. Sometimes, when she needed to be strong, she needed some of Chris' strength because she admired it so much, but he wasn't usually around. No one was. So she kept the jacket with her.

"What are you doing here?" Teddy asked, coming to the door dressed in a blue T-shirt, sweats and mismatched socks.

"Hi Teddy." Without asking, she brushed past him into his house.

"Communicating with Delia, Take Two: What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you."

He smiled. "I never pictured you as the type to come begging. I'm with Libby now. What would Chris say if he found out how desperate his sister was?"

"You shut up about my brother," she said emotionlessly. "But I do want to talk about Libby."

"She's cute. I wouldn't dump her for a self-centered bitch, so I'm afraid you're out of luck."

"Screw you, Teddy. I don't want to get back together with you." She shook her head, as if trying to convince herself. "Not on your life."

"Too bad, you were a great trophy girlfriend while it lasted," he said, half seriously, half jokingly.

Ignoring him, she said, "If you hurt Libby the way you hurt me--"

"That again?" he sighed.

"Yes, that again," she snapped. "That again, always, until you learn to stop hurting the people that love you."

"Love me?" he scoffed. "The people that love me? Now there's a dying breed."

"Oh get over yourself. This time you've really fucked up, Teddy."

"I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't attack me in my own home, Delia."

"I saw you with Andie. This time you're not only about to hurt a girl who's head over heals for you yet again--"

He interrupted, "What do you mean by 'again?' If you were referring to yourself, you were never head over heals for me, Delia."

"Yes I was. But it doesn't matter, because now Libby is nuts for you." Her glare was harsh, and Teddy actually took a step away from her. "But my brother is also caught in this whole mess, and he is going to get hurt. And then I will be mad because Chris has had enough people in his life hurt him, and I'll be damned if I let some cheating asshole take the girl he loves from him."

"I only kissed her Delia," he said, but the look on his face was remorseful.

"Just like you only screwed that other girl?" she snapped. He lowered his gaze. "You broke my heart, Teddy. You really did. I know you were wasted when you fooled around, but now you're sober, and you still haven't changed. Libby is my friend, she's a good kid, and Chris is my brother, and you just can't hurt them, okay?"

"I'll change."

"You can't change!" she cried helplessly. "You have no one in your life to look up to and tell you right from wrong."

"You honestly think you have me all figured out, don't you?" He stared at her with contempt. "You don't, Delia. You have no idea."

Suddenly, he felt the warmth of her body up next to his. She touched his face, and he jerked away. She lay her hand against his chest, and he wanted to pull away but didn't.

Delia brushed her lips against his, and he moved closer, reaching out, needing her contact. But she was gone.

"See, Teddy? You're not so hard to figure out."