Summary: Craig and Tara talk about their therapy sessions.

Tara sat in silence in her mother's car. "So? How did it go Tara?" Her mother asked looking over at her daughter.

"Fine" Tara said coldly looking out the window.

"Who was that boy you were talking to?" Her mother said pressing for more information.

"No one! Now stop talking about this you are lucky I even went." Tara fired back furiously giving her mother a menacing stare in the process.

The corners of her mothers pretty mouth fell into a frown, suddenly she looked much older than 36. Tara quickly looked away mad yet satisfied she caused such a reaction from her mother. They both remained silent as they pulled in to their driveway.

Tara quickly ran upstairs not acknowledging her brother and step dad who sat in the living room watching T.V.. Her mother followed in slamming the door. Tara's step dad looked up at her and her mother just shook her head.

Tara locked her self in her room and turned up her stereo. She sprawled herself out on to her bed and pulled out her journal and began jotting down her thoughts:

Who does my mother think she is? Questioning what I do and who I talk to. She didn't care any other time but now after what happened she suddenly cares about what I do? Whatever. Today I went to therapy. As much as I want to hate it I can't. Perhaps its all because of this boy. Craig. He is so different I can't even begin to explain. But then again I think that about every person I first meet.

Craig walked in the house to smell the delicious aroma of Joey's famous spaghetti and meatballs. He took a deep breath and exhaled "I'm home!" He yelled as he hung up his leather jacket

Angela ran into the living room and jumped into his arms.
"CRRAAAIGGGGGGGGIEEEE!" she squeled, Craig laughed

"Hey Ang." Craig said as he carried her into the kitchen. Joey turned around.

"Hey Craig we are just about to eat Ang clean up before we do." Angela jumped down and went to wash her hands.

"Where's Cait, at?" Craig asked as he leaned up against the counter and grabbed a warm breadstick and took a big bite.

Joey groaned: "Come on Craig, can't you wait like the rest of us?" Craig laughed.

"Sorry I'm growing do you think I get a physique like this by just eating celery sticks all day?" He paused for a moment to flex his "muscles"

"Craig I don't know what to do with you. Anyways Caitlyn has to work late again tonight, I tell her she needs to start taking it easy. But she just don't listen. Grab some plates and help me set the table." Joey said as he put out the bowl full of spaghetti.

Craig finished up the last bite of the breadstick and began setting the table.

" So, How was it Craig?" Joey said as he pulled off his apron and took a seat. Craig pulled up a chair, and paused for a moment has he ran his hand through his hair.

"Actually it went well, I..I kinda liked it Joey." .He went on to tell him what happened in the group and about Tara..

"Whoa Craig calm down a bit, remember Ashley? " Joey said as he placed the food in front of Craig.

"Joey, me and Ash are just friends. And..I don't know I just..its just that way for now. I care about her but the thoughts of what happened with us keep running through my head and I just can't deal with the thought of that right now." Craig said with sadness in his eyes.

Before Joey could answer Angela bounced into the room.. "MMMMMM Ghetti! My favorite! "