NOTE TO READERS: OK, I FINALLY updated. It took a while this time because I wasn't sure how to go about it. Oh, and since I took so long, I decided to respond to some notes. I read them all, but I've never responded to a lot, so here are some I thought deserved some response.

ANONYMOUS: "Now, why the heck is their snow in California?" Ok, I know the show takes place in California and I know it doesn't snow there, but I never said it was California in my story. I want Hillridge to be just an ordinary town somewhere, anywhere, to say that this sort of thing can happen anywhere.

DRAMADANCER101: I'm not taking a writing class in school at the moment, because they aren't available to freshman in my school. My English teacher wants me to take a creative writing course when I'm a senior, because that is who the class is available to.

ANTI-"I am horrified with the language and morals of this story. Yes, people say those bad words everday, these lustful things happen every day. But does that mean that you have to write about them as something "normal." Does this mean because murders happen everday we need to write about them in a positive light? Of course not. This story is sick. This is not the character Lizzie McGuire. If her self-esteem dropped, she would receive help from her parents and friends, just as the story shows."

Ok, let me first start off by saying, I never showed this in a "positive light." There is pain and inside torture in this story. As you state, "these lustful things happen every day," so why would you want everyone to ignore them. My story speaks of a girl who is innocent, yet guilty at the same time. If her self-esteem drops, then she feels so low that she doesn't think anyone can help her. And as I stated, her only friends LEFT her. She needed to be accepted, her parents already did, but she needs more, peers. Also, this ISNT the show, if you hadn't noticed. Of course the show wouldn't allow this kind of material on the show and I never said they should. Its Disney, little kids watch that channel, of course they wouldn't have this on one of the episodes.

HERE IT IS:

Danny banged even harder now on the drum set, not caring if his beat was off, or that it sounded horrible; nothing seemed to be getting through to him. He just kept staring out in space, while randomly hitting the closet drum. Drew tried repeatedly to get Danny's attention, but nothing seemed to work.

"DANNY!" Drew screamed in Danny's ear, which seemed to finally get Danny out of his trance. Speaking softer now, he joked, "Dude, stick with the bass. You just insulted my drums by playing like that."

"Fuck you, Drew!" Danny was irritated and he thought he had the right to be. Ever since the blow out with Randa three months ago, he wasn't himself.

"Dude, what has been up your ass lately?" Drew was upset with the attitude, but also concerned about his friend. Drew and Danny had known each other since forth grade and had been inseparable ever since. Their band, "Bleed Forever," started in 9th; Drew took the drums while Danny had the bass.

Danny's saddened expression seemed to be enough for Drew. "Don't tell me; its about Randa, isn't it?"

"What else WOULD it be about?!" Danny didn't feel like talking and thought the attitude would force Drew to leave him alone, but of course Drew wouldn't give up so easily.

"Danny," Drew, getting serious, "Look, I realize you're pissed that she did the dumping, but you have to admit, your relationship was a joke."

"A JOKE?! What are you talking about?"

"I mean." Drew began, obviously scared by the outburst. "You cheated on her.." With this, Danny grew angrier. His one mistake with Lizzie had ruined everything and he couldn't take it anymore. When he began to shout, Drew cut him off. "Danny, I'm not talking about Lizzie! You act as if you were this saint in your 7-month relationship, except with Lizzie. You cheated on her with others too, and you KNOW it." He did know it, he just never admitted it to anyone, except Drew. He never slept with the others, but he never just sat there and did nothing. "Neither of you were faithful."

Danny grew heated at the last statement, "What do you mean 'NEITHER of you were faithful!'"

"Ummm.. uhh...nothing." Drew stammered. Danny's breath grew rapider and Drew knew Danny would hurt him, if he remained quiet. "Look, Randa came to me a little while after the thing with Lizzie and."

In one movement, Danny had thrown the drumstick at Drew's head, missing and shattering the window. Now he had Drew by the shirt collar, "You FUCKED my girlfriend!"

"What? No, no Danny, dude, you got the wrong idea." Drew stated, fearing his life at this moment.

"EXPLAIN!"

********* 'How could he? After all we had, he just sleeps with her!' Randa thought, as she ran as fast as possible down her block, at 3 in the morning. She had just received a phone call from Danny, confessing of sleeping with Lizzie only two hours before. "I just missed you so much and I was so drunk, I didn't know what I was doing," was his excuse.

Running out of breath, Randa gave the house she was standing in font of a once over. An eerie sense of belonging overcame her as she rung the doorbell.

"Miranda?" Responded the male companion opening the door. He didn't understand why she chose him to come to, out of everyone else, and especially at 3 in the morning, but when he saw the tears flowing down her cheeks, he couldn't resist inviting her in and with his parents gone for the week, it wouldn't prove to be a problem.

Once settled in the living room, Randa burst out with even more tears. "Cheated on me! He cheated on me, Gordo!" Although they hadn't spoken for years, and it was awkward for her to come to him, Dave didn't hesitate to help. He didn't want to, not after being ignored by one of his supposedly best friends, but his heart acted before his mind could comprehend. Dave pulled her in for a comforting hug as she sobbed on his shoulder, "With Lizzie of all people!"

At that, Dave pushed away, "When?"

"Tonight."

Dave looked away; he couldn't bare to see anyone. TONIGHT! It had only been two days since he was sitting in that bed, watching Lizzie dress. It killed him inside. 'How could she do that?' was all Dave could think. His eyes filled with rage and his heart with vengeance. Looking up, Dave locked eyes with Randa, and in that moment, they weren't Randa and Dave, or even Gordo and Miranda. They were two people who wanted, needed, revenge; they needed to pay back the ones that hurt them. Before they knew it, they were kissing hard, undressing each other, and groping everywhere possible.

Their sex wasn't about love, or passion, or even desire; it was about one thing, and one thing only, hate. When they finished, mangled and out of breath, they stared at each other. The hate left, and was replaced with embarrassment.

"Gordo," Randa fidgeted while both of them hurried to throw their clothes back on, "this never happened." And with that, she was out the door.

Arriving home, Randa immediately called Danny and made up with him.

A week had passed and neither Dave nor Randa spoke about that day. While Dave kept it secretive, Randa couldn't hold it in and told the entire tale to an unlikely soul, Drew, Danny's best friend. He guaranteed to keep this silent, and comforted her through her sobs.

********** "GORDO!" Danny raged on.

"Danny, get a hold of yourself." Drew said, placing both hands on Danny's shoulders, trying to shake some sense into him. But Danny couldn't calm down; it was impossible. Gordo, or Dave, or whatever, had screwed HIS Randa. "Why are you getting like this? You didn't care when the other girls cheated. What's so special about Randa?"

Special? What wasn't special about Randa? Danny thought about her constantly. Randa was the only one who thought he had potential; the only one who cared enough to listen to the nothing songs he had spent so long writing; the only one who understood him, even when he didn't. Randa was someone who couldn't be replaced, and then it hit him why she was so special. He never felt this way before about anyone.

"I love her."