Ok, sorry it took so long to finish…I don't know exactly why…got wrapped up in a million other things…well…enjoy

A/N: Just so ya know they're still on vacation in this.

Helen carefully pulled her hair back into a sleek ponytail. She checked her make up one last time before throwing on her sandals and grabbing her purse. She peeked out the door before opening it. She had been avoiding Bobby all day. She didn't want to talk to him. She wasn't in the mood to be lectured…especially about love. She laughed thinking about how well he could handle a speech on that topic.

Not seeing anyone, she shut her door and carefully walked out into the living room, still searching for any sign of him.

"He's not here, you're free to roam the house as you please," Lindsay said.

"Uh…who's not here?" Helen asked, playing dumb.

Lindsay shot her an incredulous look. "Please," she muttered. "I'm talking about the person you've been avoiding for the past few days."

"I haven't been avoiding anyone," she lied.

"Come on Helen," Lindsay remarked. "He already told me everything."

"Lindsay whatever I said, I was completely drunk at the time and…" she began.

"Why'd you lie to me?" Lindsay asked.

"What?" Helen asked confused.

"Helen, I would have never even dreamed of going out with him if I had known you still cared for him," Lindsay remarked.

"I don't!" she insisted. "And you know me. Once I break up with someone, we're through. It's over, finished, finito."

"Helen," Lindsay remarked. "It's okay. I mean…honestly, we were talking about breaking up anyway. We both knew it wasn't going to work out. We were just both lonely and…"

"Don't lie to me Linds," Helen said.

"I'm not," she said. "He's all yours now."

Helen shook her head. "No…it didn't work last time, it won't work now."

"That's not necessarily true," Lindsay insisted. "I mean, you have to at least give it another try."

"I can't," Helen said.

"Why?" Lindsay asked.

"Because…"

"Hey all!" Lucy called cheerfully as she and Rebecca walked in the front door. "We just found the hottest store. And Beck bought the cutest dress."

"Oh, let me see!" Helen said, eager to change the subject.

"Helen!" Lindsay remarked, letting her know she wasn't getting off the hook that easily.

"What?" she asked innocently.

Lindsay sighed as Helen turned away and began commenting on all the clothes the two had bought.



"Oh come on," Bobby remarked. "How are the Yankees better than the Red Sox?"

"Be it talent or just shear luck, the scoreboard never lies my friend," Eugene replied, pointing to the points total on the television. He laughed at Bobby's frustration.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Bobby asked, agitated.

"Every second of it," Eugene confessed.

"There's still one more inning," Bobby said.

"Bobby, face it, the game's over," Eugene said. "They've lost."

"But…"

"Give it up," Eugene said, flicking the TV off.

"Hey…" Bobby began in protest.

"I'm only saving you form any more embaressment," he said.

"Yeah, but you can't just…" Bobby began.

"Uh uh girl!" Rebecca remarked, walking into the living room with Lindsay.

"Hell yeah, no contest," Lindsay remarked.

"You have absolutely no taste whatsoever and…" Rebecca began.

"Let's ask Helen," Lindsay said, as Helen walked past them towards the kitchen.

"Ask Helen what?" Helen asked.

"Okay, whose better looking, Matt Damon or Usher?" Lindsay asked.

"George Clooney," Helen said.

"Oh who asked you anyway!" Lindsay remarked.

"Come on pick one!" Rebecca insisted.

"Fine," Helen said, emerging from the kitchen with a glass of water. "It has to be Usher then."

"Ha!" Rebecca remarked to Lindsay.

"Shut up," Lindsay said.

"Why's the TV off?" Rebecca asked suddenly.

"I don't want to talk about it," Bobby remarked, getting up and leaving.

"The Red Sox are losing," Eugene explained.

"Oh, well then by all means go ahead and weep. I mean this is a tragedy, I mean don't you just wish the world would end?" Rebecca asked.

"Shut up!" Bobby called, walking up the stairs to his room. On his way there, he bumped into Helen on the way to hers. "Uh, hey…Helen."

"Bobby," she replied, not wanting to discuss anything with him.

"Look Helen, we…" he began.

"Please don't," she said, shaking her head. "Please just don't say anything Bobby."

"Helen, I love…" he began.

She bit her lip and blinked back tears. "I said don't," she repeated.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because," she said, trying to hold all the pain in.

"Damn it Helen, at least tell me why," he demanded.

"Because, if you say you love me, I don't know that I'll be able to just walk away," she replied. "Please don't make me go through this. I can't do it again."

"Why not?" he demanded. "You say you love me, yet…what the hell am I missing Helen?" he asked.

"I just…" he started. "Bobby, I can't hurt Lindsay like that."

"Helen," he began.

"No," she said.

"Damn it Helen," he remarked. "I love you. And I don't care if you want to hear it or not. I love you, and I want us to be together, and…"

She shook her head again, but this time he grabbed her and kissed her. Helen pulled away quickly, surprised by his forwardness.

"Helen…"

"No," she said again, turning away.

He watched sadly as the woman he loved ran away from him.

TBC