Bug was leaning against the railing of the balcony, allowing the cold metal to chill his hands, as if to assure himself he felt, that this world was real, that she was real. She was inside, with Nigel and Peter, laughing at what ever corky thing that happened in whatever TV show that they we're watching. He smiled, watching the way her hair moved N'sync of the breeze that wafted threw the open sliding glass door. She was dressed in her lime green pajama's her hair falling in waves down her shoulders; bright blue fuzzy slippers graced her tiny feet. He turned to look at the sky, the diamond shaped stars that adorned the heavens, telling their stories but never their secrets.

"Hey Bug? What are you doing out here, we're watching Friends."

"Nothing," he said softly, looking pointedly at the pool where Jordan and Woody were making out, up to their shoulders in clear water, Woody had his eyes closed, as if he was in a trance and he couldn't wake up.

"Sweet huh?" she said, nodding her head towards the happy couple.

"Sweet wasn't the word I had in mind, more like gross." He said sarcastically, smiling to let her know he was kidding. She smiled back and ruffled his hair good naturedly, leaning into him.

"Bug you ever wonder what would happen if Tyler hadn't left... and Jordan and Woody hadn't gotten together?" she asked, watching as Jordan playfully pushed Woody backwards into the water.

"I know what would have happened, Jordan would continuously eat, Woody would forever be depressed, and we'd all end up on those cold slabs down at our morgue." He bit out as Lily giggled.

Lily looked at him in a new light suddenly, he wasn't just a friend, a person she could go to for anything and he would be there, her friend till the end. He was a human being, with thoughts and feelings, hopes and dreams, a guy trying to find his place, just like her.

"Hey Bug, you wanna go for a walk?" she asked timidly, holding out her hand and smiling softly.

Woody and Jordan we're fully clothed as they swam, but they didn't care, because the only thing they knew was each other, nothing else mattered. Now as they made there way down the hall, sopping wet and laughing. Woody fumbled for the key to the room, slipping his hands inside his dripping pockets. Jordan leaned against the wall as he slammed his head against the wall dramatically.

"It seems I forgot my wallet at the pool he whispered, stroking her hair and leaning close to her, she smiled and rested her forehead against his.

"You better hurry then detective!" she said in a sweet voice, pushing him away, his smile grew a bit before he jogged to the elevator, pressing the little button feverishly. "You know once that little light goes on you're good." She said sarcastically, smirking.

He nodded and stepped inside of the elevator, disappearing behind the thick metal doors. Jordan shook her head affectionately at him as she turned away, seeing Peter coming down the hall.

"Hey, saw you guys making out in the pool." He stated, leaning against the white wall. "Hot."

"Funny." She said, flicking him in the head again.

"Ow, why is it always the head with you people?" He said, rubbing his forehead.

"So where is Don Juan?" he asked glancing around the hallway.

"He left his wallet down at the pool." He smiled, cocking his head to look at her. She caught him looking at her and smacked his head with the palm of her hand.

"What?"

"You're in Love aren't you?" he said accusingly, pointing a finger at her.

"I am not in love." She guffawed, but he saw the heat rising to her cheeks.

"Yes you are!" he shouted, once more stabbing a finger at her, jumping back in triumph.

"Will you keep it down." She demanded, in there playful argument, they failed to hear the chime of the elevator.

"So... you going to tell him about the bet yet?" Peter asked in a voice, lacking to see the figure behind them.

"He can't find out that I married him on a bet, I can't do that to him.... Peter..." she said slowly as if talking to a tiresome child. "He... can... never... find out."

"Well he just did," a voice said softly behind them, Jordan whirled around in panic, praying that wasn't who she thought it was. It was. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. He looked so hurt, his eyes filled with a new pain, not like the pain she had seen just an hour before sitting by that pool... a pain she new well, being betrayed by the one person you love the most.

"Woody..." she said her voice breaking.

"Save it Jordan..." he snapped, slipping the room key in the lock, to his dismay, it didn't open. He tried it again more forcefully, still the door didn't budge.

"You're putting it in backwards..." Jordan said in a soft voice, putting her hand on his arm gently, she could feel him tense beneath her touch.

"I know," he said coolly, and turned the card around, magically the door parted from its frame. He turned, giving her a cold look and slammed the door tiredly, what she didn't see was him collapsing to the floor as soon as it shut, rubbing his eyes with the ball of his hand, feeling some pain that he had never felt before well up inside of him. Just sitting in the dark, just staring off, the pain so deep he couldn't even cry.

Jordan stood stunned in the doorway, opening her mouth to speak, yet nothing would come, so she shut it again, looking to Peter with distain, he slowly backed up, she bore into him with dark eyes, beginning to walk, slow, yet full of purpose.

"Jordan...I..." he turned on his heels and darted away, walking quickly into Nigel's room, Nigel sat alone on the bed, his face caught when he saw Peter duck behind the bed, and then his expression turned to shock when he saw Jordan, sopping wet walk into his room, her head lowered in purpose. Peter jumped back when Jordan walked up to him, but to both Peter and Nigel surprise, she walked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her.

"What happened?" Nigel yelled, Peter struggled to catch his breath as he started.

"Man I'm telling you not pretty...like world war three out there..." before he could finish, Jordan was out of the bathroom, bolting out the door, and tackling him down to the bed, straddling him, placing a pillow of his head.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!" she screamed, blinded by her tears, all she could feel was someone hauling her back, their strong arm around her, Soaked with her tears.

"LOVE, THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO." Nigel wrapped her into a warm hug, allowing her to pour her grief out on his leather jacket, his shoulder, she limply dropped the pillow. Peter sat up, straightening himself, catching his breath and wiping a arm across his nose and mouth.

"Looks like you master plan backfired there chief." Nigel just glared, and rubbed soft circles into Jordan's back.