Blayne had avoided talking to Craig for the rest of the day. It wasn't too hard though, he didn't seem really keen on talking to her either. So by the time school got out, Blayne was just bursting with emotions. She went to the North end of the soccer field where she was going to meet Sully. She sat on the street corner. He was late. She looked at her watch. Five minutes late. She stood to leave, when she heard her name being called.

"Blayne! Wait!" She looked to the right and saw Sully sprinting down the sidewalk. Once he got to her, he bent over and caught his breath.

"I'm breathing hard sorry breathing hard I'm late."

He looked up at her. She was just about to yell at him, but decided not to.

"Whatever, can we just go? I'm cold and want to go home."

"Why didn't you bring a coat."

"Sorry, MOM, I wasn't aware the wind was going to pick up."

Sully quickly took off his jacket and held it out to her as they walked.

"No thanks."

"Just take it, I have a sweatshirt, and I'm not even cold."

"ugh. Fine."

Blayne took the coat and put it on. She remembered how big it was on her. It was still huge. But at least it was warm.

"Blayne. I just want to talk to you. My intentions are pure."

"Don't make me laugh. Pure is not in your vocabulary."

"It is now!"

"Why should I believe you?"

"Why shouldn't you?"

"Because you have a reputation of being a sleez because you ARE a sleez!"

"That was the old me, Blayne. I'm different. I'm trying."

They walked in silence for a couple of blocks.

In Craig's garage, the band was practicing, but Craig kept screwing up his cords.

"Come on man, it's like you're fingers are polish sausages." Spinner said to him.

Craig turned around.

"Shut up, Spin."

"Ohhhh someone has PMS." Spinner replied.

Craig took a step towards him, but Jimmy stopped him.

"Come on, what's the deal?"

"I just have a lot on my mind, okay?"

"Go see her." Marco said.

Craig turned to him.

"I can't. She hates me."

"What do you want from her?" Jimmy asked.

"I want her heart. I want her soul. I want to hold her hand. I want to kiss her. I want to hold her in my arms and know that….that she's only thinking of me. I want to go to sleep at night dreaming of her and knowing that she is doing the same thing. I want the world from her."

"Then why the hell did you tell her all you wanted to be was friends with benefits?" Marco enquired.

"Because I want her so much it scares me. I mean, what if I get her, and then I lose her? Not only would I lose a girlfriend, I would lose a best friend."

"But isn't she worth it?" Spinner said, very seriously.

Craig looked at him. Eyes wide.

"Spinner. That's the most intelligent thing you've ever said."

Craig grabbed his coat and ran out the door, leaving them all there, smiling, knowing they had helped their friend in a big way. They continued to practice while he was gone, awaiting his return.

Arriving in front of Blayne's porch, they stopped.

"Thanks, Sully. But you can leave now."

"You don't want me?"

"You convinced me you changed, now leave."

She walked up her steps and walked up them right after her and stopped her. She put a hand on the rail and turned around.

"What?"

"You didn't answer my question. Do you want me or not?"

He placed his hand on top of hers that was resting on the rail.

"Blayne? Do you want me?"

She looked away. She didn't know what to do. Craig had rejected her, but she still wanted him, very bad. And now Sully was here, begging for her, wanting to be her everything. Honestly a changed man. Sully put his hand on her cheek and made her face turn back and meet his in a dead-locked gaze.

"Please, Blayne."

"Don't make me do this. Don't…"

"I would never make you do anything."

"I can't. I can't choose…" She was on the verge of tears. Her eyes filled with water.

"Choose? There is someone else?" Sully's tone changed, but he controlled himself.

"Blayne, it doesn't matter. He might want you, but not as much as I do. If he did, why isn't here? Right now? You're beautiful, and smart, and funny, and….everything no other girl could ever possibly be."

To her, Sully was doing a really good job at make her want to choose him. He was saying all the right things. 'But is it because he knows that is what I want to hear?' She looked into his eyes, they can't lie. And they looked genuinely sad at the thought that Blayne might not choose him. She closed her eyes. Sully took that as a sign to kiss her, which it definitely was not. He smashed his lips against hers, and right then, everything she had been feeling all day, came pouring out of her. She knew right then who she wanted. Blayne threw her arms around his neck as the vision and thought of Craig came into her mind. To her, she was kissing Craig. At least she was pretending she was. She wasn't fully aware of what she was doing. She was took over-come with feelings of love and lust. She pushed Sully up against the rail, and he almost fell over it backwards.

"Blayne?"

She broke the kiss and looked past Sully. Her eyes reflected the horror she was suddenly flushed with. She looked at Sully, and then past his again. Craig was standing at the end of her drive way, about fifty feet away.

"Craig?"

Sully turned around to look at him. He smiled in victory. Craig tilted his head to look at them, in disbelief.

"I get it now. I finally get it." He said, hurt, tears dropping from his eyes.

"Craig, wait, this isn't -"

"What it looks like?" He finished her sentence for her.

"Actually, it is, Craiggy-poo." Sully said.

"Craig, you don't understand. I -"

"No, I understand. Completely. The roses. The ten minute trips to the bathroom, same time, every Tuesday. Rushing out on me every now and then, saying your mom wanted you home early. It was always about Sully…..Jimmy's party too, right?"

She looked down.

"Answer me!" He screamed.

"I'm so sorry, Craig."

"Yeah, me too." Craig turned to leave.

"No, wait!"

Craig started running and Blayne jumped over the rail on her porch, landing on all fours. She stood and ran after him, as fast as she could. She couldn't even feel her legs anymore. All she knew is that she had to get to him. And she had to get to him fast.

"Craig! Craig stop!"

They both ran all the way back to Craig's house. The only reason Blayne was able to catch up with him was because he had to pause to open the door to the garage. They both practically burst into the garage, making Jimmy, Marco, and Spinner wonder what was up.

"Get out." Craig said.

He was saying it to Blayne, but the guys thought he meant them, so they packed up their stuff and left. Craig went to the door that led into to house, but as soon as he put his hand on the door knob Blayne put her hand on his arm and tugged on it, making him let go of the knob.

"Craig -"

"Don't touch me!" He yelled at her, pushing her backwards with his arm, causing her to stumble a bit.

"Get out of here, Blayne."

"No."

"I said get out. Get the hell out of here."

"Please, just listen to me!" She pleaded, crying.

"I'm done listening to you! You lied to me! You lied through your teeth!"

Craig went inside and slammed the door. She stood there for a moment. She could hear him stomp through the kitchen, into the living room, up the stairs, and slamming his bedroom door. She didn't want to leave. So she sat down. Decided to wait for him. After awhile, she got up and looked around. There was a pen and pad of paper Craig used to write songs. It was full. She read through it, but didn't find any complete songs. Just some rhyming sentences all over the place. She flipped to a new page, un-used. She got up and got the acoustic guitar laying on the ground and brought it back to the couch. She strummed some notes, and then stopped and wrote down some words. Strummed, wrote, strummed, wrote. It went on like this for two hours. She noticed it was dark, so she just left. Leaving everything how it was.

Craig could hear the music from his room. He wondered if she was trying to get him to come down. Nope. He wouldn't. He wasn't going to crack. He was too hurt. She had ripped his heart out and stomped on it. She sure was there for a long time. After what seemed like forever, he heard the music stop. He sat up. He went into the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. His cheeks were tear stained. 'How girly of you, Craig.' He told himself. He washed his face, and went downstairs. Angie and Joey were eating. They knew not to ask what was wrong. Not yet. Craig passed them on his way to the garage. When he opened the door, no one was in there. He saw his guitar and pad of paper on the couch, but that was it. He moved the guitar and sat down where it had been. He picked up the pad of paper and read the sheet it was currently on.

"I didn't write this song." He said to himself.

He seemed to read it over, and over and over. Pondering it through and through. Wondering if it was meant for him, and if so, what it was trying to say to him.

"My life is definitely not short on drama…" He said, leaning back, sighing. Things sure were royally screwed up.