Tabitha and Abby talked Libby into coming to Andie's house with her the next day. Libby had made it clear many times that she didn't like Andie and she didn't want Andie to think they were friends, but they just ignored her.

They knocked on the Weiss' door and waited for someone to be kind enough to let them in. Eventually, a young male's voice yelled, "Okay, yeah, make the blind wonder do your bidding!" A tall boy probably somewhere between eighteen and twenty opened the door, waiting for someone to talk.

"You're blind?" Abby gasped in mock surprise.

A smile appeared on his face, and touched his blank eyes in a tender way. "Hi, Abby. Is your delightful sister with you?"

"I don't have a sister," she said.

"That's what you always say. And I smell men's after shave, so I'm assuming that that's you, Tabitha?"

"Good job, you deserve a cookie," Tabitha giggled. "My little sister's here too. This is Libby. Libby, this is Dexter, Andie's brother."

"Wow, Libby, you're hot," Dexter told her.

"Yeah, I get that a lot from blind guys," Libby told him. "Sighted guys, not so much."

"Is your sister around, Dexter?" Abby asked.

"Hmm...Yes. But you might have to come in and play with me for awhile," he said. "Andie hasn't emerged from her room yet. She's up there with Chris and they're being bad so I'm just staying away as far as humanly possible."

"Hey, Chris isn't getting any action," Chris called. He and Delia were rounding the corner and walking across the grass to the front step.

"Chris?" Dexter looked surprised.

"Dexter?" Chris' eyebrows raised skeptically.

"How did you get out here when you're up there making out with my little sister?" he demanded. "My God, you're amazing!"

"I haven't seen Andie today." He paused. "Fuck." He moved into the house.

"Chris, we never said you could play," Tabitha told him.

"Shut up," he snapped, going up the stairs he'd climbed so many times.

"Uh-oh," Libby said. "I smell trouble."

"I smell pancakes," Tabitha said cheerfully, seemingly unaffected by Chris snapping on her.

"So," Dexter said. "Does anyone here happen to know what's going on?"

"Yes," Delia said.

"Delia, I didn't even know you were here," he said, sounding pleased.

"I always know when she's around because I get goosebumps," Abby offered.

"You brought him over here?" Libby asked Delia appraisingly.

"Yes. He said he needed to know."

"Would you care to elaborate, Delia?" Dexter asked.

"No," she replied, turning her face away, looking almost guilty. "I think you'll find out soon."

"Oh my God, you bitch," Chris' voice said from deep in the house.

A small, surprised female voice floated downstairs, sounding shocked and ashamed.

"Chris, no," the voice pleaded. Definitely Andie. "I mean, this--it's nothing, I mean--"

"Don't even," he said quickly. A door slammed and he trampled down the stairs. His peaceful eyes were blazing and he looked shaken. He didn't look anyone in the eye as he said, "Sorry--I'm sorry...I have to go. I have to go for a walk."

Tabitha and Abby each looked at their own sisters in surprise.

Delia looked like she wanted to cry. She moved to run after him, but Libby shook her head at her. "I'll go," she said, and left to catch up with Chris.

"I think I am at an understanding now," Dexter muttered.

"Yes," Delia said, nodding.

"I'm not!" Abby cried.

"Andie's cheating on Chris," he said, his eyebrows knit in concentration. "But I don't think I know with who."

"Teddy," Delia said flatly.

Abby's hands flung around her throat and squawked, "Gack! Gack! Gross! Gack! Ew!"

Dexter shook his head and turned to somewhat face Delia's general direction while Abby carried on. "How did you know?"

"I saw. And Libby also knew."

"How did Libby know?" Abby asked.

"I'm friends with Libby," she said.

"You are?"

She smiled. "Yes."

"What, did you give her a lobotomy or something?"

"Yes."

"Hahahahaha, Libby got BURNED," Tabitha cackled evilly. They all stared at her, except for Dexter, who was blind and could not stare. "It's funny because she's my sister."

"Well, I'm disappointed in myself for not being aware of this." Dexter shook his head. "Andie's going to have a lot of kissing up to Chris to do."

"No," Delia said. "She doesn't deserve Chris. No offense, Dexter."

"Well I most certainly am leaving," Abby announced. "If Teddy's here, I refuse to stick around. Wanna come with me, Tabitha?"

"Sure. I'd like to laugh more about my sister's ill fortune, but I don't think the people here appreciate it."

"Chris, wait up!"

Chris didn't stop walking, but he did slow down. He didn't turn around to see who was coming after him; he didn't even care. He didn't care where he was going or when he'd come back. His simple world was crumbling and he didn't want to be there when it all came down.

"Chris," she breathed, catching up to him. "What happened?"

He shrugged and stared ahead grimly.

"I'm sorry, Chris."

"Why?" he demanded, his careless dirty blond hair flopping into his eyes. "You weren't the one rolling around in bed with my girlfriend."

"I most certainly wasn't," she agreed. "Teddy, right?"

"Yeah," he replied. He looked at her. "You knew too?"

She nodded.

"Of course I'm the last to know..."

"No, Delia and I were the only ones that knew."

He shrugged helplessly, looking so much like a little boy. "I can't believe she'd do this."

"I guess you and her are going to have to talk."

"I don't want to talk to her, she's a cheating bitch."

"Chris, don't say that," Libby said. "You love her."

He nodded, looking at the ground.

"That's probably why it hurts so much," she murmured, meeting his eye sympathetically.

"So, I guess you're kinda hurt about Teddy then?" he asked.

"I only had a crush on him," she said, rather dismissive. "I didn't love him the way you love Andie."

"Um...do you want to go for a walk?"

"I thought that was what we were doing."

"We could try walking without talking about Andie. We could try talking about you. I think I would be interested in learning more about the mysterious new girl."

Libby grinned. "Mysterious? Try very sexy."

He laughed. "Sure, if you like elves."

"I prefer Chrisses."

"And I prefer Libbies."

"So you're trying to tell me that you've known about this for the past two days?" Dexter asked, effortlessly popping a spoonful of Grape Nuts in his mouth at the breakfast table.

"I have indeed." Delia grinned proudly. "I keep secrets good."

"I'm happy for you." He smiled. "Can I bother you to tell me where the sugar bowl is? I hate Grape Nuts, they taste like rabbit pellets."

"It's about ninety degrees from your right hand."

"Thanks. Okay, run the Libby and Chris thing by me one more time."

"I have my suspicions that Libby likes Chris."

"She expects Chris to not forgive Andie and go running straight for her?"

She stared at him. "Why not?" she asked. "What makes Andie so much better?"

"I don't know Libby," he said calmly. "I'm just saying that Andie really does love Chris and he loves her and I think they'll get over this."

She smiled her evil demonic smile. "Not if I can help it."

"Are you scheming against my sister?"

"Hey, your sister did a pretty good job of messing everything up on her own," she shot back. "She can't have it all."

"So you hope that your brother and my sister don't get back together?"

"Oh, but it's for the best," she giggled.

"You're evil," Dexter told her.

"I'm sorry Dexter," Delia told him. "I don't have anything against Andie or anything...well I have a few things against her. But anyway, I just prefer my brother."

He nodded. "I forgive you. Andie can be a brat, can't she?"

Delia laughed. She'd always enjoyed Dexter's company. She could be herself, and he didn't seem to mind.

"Come to think of it, I was pretty stupid to believe that someone like Andie would ever take the relationship she had with me seriously."

"Someone like Andie?" Libby asked, licking leisurely at the ice cream Chris had bought her.

"Beautiful, smart, popular."

"Hey, that's the opposite of me!" she exclaimed. "Hahahaha me and Andie are antonyms."

"You escaped from an institution of some sort, didn't you, Libby?" Chris asked.

"No, silly, that's absurd," she giggled. "I like to refer to it as the funny farm."

"That's very clever."

"Thanks." She looked up at him. He had barely touched his ice cream. "You know what, Chris? You're better off without her."

"Oh, God, no I'm not," he said miserably.

"You're a way better person than her anyway."

"How do you figure?"

"You never would have even thought of cheating on her." She shrugged. "And you didn't even believe that she would cheat on you at first."

"Which goes to show how stupid I am."

"You put your full faith in her." Libby wiped some ice cream off of her nose. "That's called love. And love isn't stupid."

Chris studied her face for a long moment. "You're a sweet kid, you know that?"

"I'm not a kid, thank you very much," she giggled.

"No. You're not."

He found himself kissing her. Her lips were so much more different from Andie's, but she tasted like strawberry ice cream, and she was so small in his arms. He broke away suddenly, feeling sick. "I'm sorry, Libby..."

"For what?" she demanded. "I did not protest. I do not protest."

"I'm just missing Andie," he said. "And you just happen to be around...I'm using you."

"Ooh, now I feel special," she told him.

"It would be like what Teddy did to Delia when Andie cheated on him with me. Teddy went straight to Delia because he wanted to get back at Andie. I don't want to be like Teddy. He only went after her because he knew she liked him. It's the exact same thing with you and me."

"You know I like you?"

"What?"

"Uhh, scratch that."

"You like me?"

"I babble."

Chris stared at her.

"Stop looking at me!" she whined. "There is a possibility I like you...but in an unattainable way. Now. This is where you let me down easy."

"I don't want to let you down easy," he said. "I don't want to let you down at all."

"Huh?"

He grinned. "I babble." He leaned over and kissed her again, this time pushing any thoughts of Andie out of his head.