With that, I took the keys from Kevin and threw them at Scott. Then I got in my car and sped off. Does he even know what he wants? One minute he's telling me it was a mistake, the next, he's telling me he loves me. What the hell?

"Hall, you are so lucky I don't knock you out right now!"

"Either I missed something, or I missed something."

"You're missing something, and it is apparently a few brain cells. What did you say that upset her?"

"I was trying to tell her how I felt. I got as far as telling her that I thought kissing her was a mistake, and she went berserk."

"Oh God. Scott, please tell me you didn't say that!"

"But she didn't let me finish dude."

"All she heard was mistake. Do you have any clue as to why she came looking for you?"

"No, but something's telling me that I needed to. I will call you later."

"Wait a minute! Where are you going?"

"After her, duh!"

As Scott pulled up to Lulu's house, he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to her. This wasn't the way he had wanted her to find out how he felt. But what was she hiding? He and Kevin had talked at length about what they thought was going on with Lulu. It was scaring the shit out of Scott because in the entire time he'd known her, he'd only once before seen her even upset, much less like this. When he knocked on the door, he saw a sight that made him curse the day he was born. Knowing that once again he had hurt her. Not only were her always-bright eyes dull and lifeless, she had her standby stash of Corona setting on the coffee table. She planned on getting shit faced if she wasn't already half way there. That and the disgusting odor of alcohol on her breath. Now he was ironically enough getting a small dose of his own medicine. There had been many a night where one of the gang had come to pick him up from a bar after even he realized he couldn't drive. Lulu included. His first instinct was to take away the semi-full bottle she had in her hand. However, when he reached for it, she jerked it away.

"Uh-uh Hall, my drink. You get your own if you want it!"

"No thanks. You don't need it either. (Silence) Lulu, boo, I am so sorry."

"You're sorry. Yea, we know how sorry you are!"

"I deserved that. Lulu please put down the drink. I'll put the other stuff away."

"You touch that I will slap the shit out of you! You think I won't, try me!"

"You want me to leave it alone? Then you talk to me! You tell me what the hell is up your ass?"

"You really want to know? OK, it's you! You are proverbially "up my ass"! Happy now?"

"No, I am not! You're not going to tell me that I'm the problem, and not tell me how I can fix it!"

"No, that would be another mistake remember! I'm the mistake. Or did you forget that quickly?"

"If you'd let someone finish a conversation, I would have told you why I felt that way!"

"Believe me! I don't need an explanation. Just because I don't look like Kimberly Page or Rena Mero, I am not worthy. Either that or there's someone else. Please God spare me on that. I don't even want to know! For so long. If you only knew! Dammit!"

With that, Lulu screamed throwing her bottle against the wall, shattering it into thousands of pieces. Scott had to duck in order to avoid the object. She collapsed onto the couch curling up into a ball. He went to try and comfort her, but even before he could get around to her, she stopped him.

"Don't. For two and a half years, I have sat around and bided my time. No one even had an inkling how I felt until the day after graduation. Did you wonder why I didn't try and make excuses blaming you for the position we were in that morning? That morning was what I had waited on for two and a half years. Not the fact where you were hung over, but for that moment, my dream had come true. However, the nightmare also made itself known. As I was experiencing all of this, the thought that you were kissing me because you weren't maybe completely coherent started showing itself. But when you defended me to Kevin, it went away. I actually thought that maybe you really wanted this to happen. Then I finally get up the nerve to tell you, and you go and tell me that it, us, was a mistake. That hurt. That hurt worse than the years of verbal abuse from Carl. I never let him in. But you on the other hand were as close as close could be."

"Tell me what Lulu?"

"I love you, you sorry son of a bitch! For two and a half years, I have been fighting a battle within myself. Half of me saying as long as you were happy, I was cool with whatever you did. The other half hoping that by some act of God, you would fall in love with me too. God how stupid I've been all this time. Can you understand why I'd be the least bit confused? One minute you're telling me that kissing me was a mistake, the next minute you're telling me that you love me. I only wish that were true. I realize now that sadly it isn't. When you told me you loved me, it was out of desperation. You would do about anything to keep me from working with Vince wouldn't you! The strangest thing about all of this is the actual fact that even though all this is happening, I am still going to love you with everything in me for the rest of my life."

"Damn, Boo…"

"Scott, please go."

"You actually think I am going to walk up out of here after you lay this on me? I don't think so. Why didn't you tell me? Not even me, what about Kevin? Does he even know? God even talk to Shawn for crying out loud! You've kept all of this bottled up so long."

"They both know now. Well, actually Michael knew, he just never said anything until I showed up at the park a few days ago. Kevin found out this morning. He's actually the one who finally convinced me to tell you. I wonder if he regrets ever locking me out of your house a while ago."

"You know I meant it, don't you. When I told you I loved you. Did you ever think that the reason I thought that kiss was a mistake was because I thought it wasn't the right time to tell you that I think you are the greatest thing since sliced bread? Didn't know that did you? I bet you didn't know that I watch every move you make locking away every slight movement into my memory. I'm so afraid that one day you'll finally get tired of putting up with my shit and leave me. I meant what I told you a while ago. I don't know what I would do if you were to go away. I would almost cease to exist."

"Baby…please go. Please leave."

"Hell no. You are not getting rid of me so you can get trashed. I've done that quite a few times, so I know how it works. Believe me. You can plan on me staying at least until tomorrow morning when you start to feel the effects of that shit. With that empty stomach, I'd be surprised if you made it through the night without puking. I'm gonna be here for you, as you have been there for me so many times. Then tomorrow, we are going to have a serious talk. I hope you planned on spending the day with me. If so you can consider your plans kept."

"Oh God…"

This night was a refresher course as to why I don't drink. Anymore that is. (Laughs) Turns out, Scott was right. By midnight, I was puking my guts out. Literally. Since I had barely had anything to eat, what alcohol I had consumed was definitely having fun with me. Scott showed the side of himself that I fell in love with. Hell, I am in love with everything he is. Good or bad. He held my hair back when I worshiped the porcelain Gods. Finally I woke up at about 2 o'clock the next afternoon. Scott was holding me in his arms, sleeping. He had been up with me the entire night whispering comforting words, rubbing my back to get me to rest. God, Scott Hall in my bed. In 4 years, the man had never slept in my bed especially with me in it. Too bad all of it was about to end.