Ashley frowned as she rested her chin in her hand and stared out of the large, glass windows that surrounded the library she was sitting in. She watched as Roxie and Craig walked by in the hallway, laughing at something that was apparently hysterical. Ashley sighed as they disappeared from view. I don't get it, she thought bitterly. Roxie can sleep with someone else's boyfriend and then get pregnant, and everyone still loves her- especially Craig. No matter what, Roxie always comes out on top. And as for me….I always get screwed. Ashley opened her Math textbook and suddenly realized something. Roxie had gotten beat up by her step-father, abandoned by her mother, had had to move to a whole new town, and was pregnant, and Ashley was still completely jealous of her. Unbelievable!

Ashley glanced around as she wallowed in pathetic self-pity, and saw Jimmy, he ex-boyfriend, sit down at a table nearby. Suddenly, feeling extremely lonely, Ashley stood up, gathered up her things, and walked over to Jimmy, feeling a little nervous. She and Jimmy had gone through their share of break-ups and make-ups, but she still considered him a friend.

"Hi!" she said, forcing a smile on her face. Jimmy looked up. "Can I sit here?"

"Oh…sure," Jimmy said, moving his book-bag to make room for her. Ashley sat down, and there was an awkward silence. Jimmy cleared his throat. "So…what are you working on?"

"Just Math. Armstrong's being brutal this year." Ashley looked up at Jimmy. "I miss grade eight. It was so much better."

"Yeah," Jimmy agreed. "Grade eight rocked."

Ashley looked away. Was it because we were together? She silently asked him. "It really did. I really miss it. I really miss you," she blurted out without thinking. She immediately felt her cheeks grow warm. Jimmy nodded, looking slightly surprised.

"I…miss you, too," he said slowly, staring straight into her eyes.

Ashley stared back. What she had said was completely true- she really did miss Jimmy-a lot. He was smart, funny, cool, and sweet….suddenly, Ashley wasn't quite sure why they had broken up. Oh, yeah- you took Ecstasy and acted like a bitch. Now she remembered. It wasn't exactly an experience she liked to reflect on. Then, when they got back together in Grade Nine, Ash had felt like Jimmy was trying to change her into something she wasn't. In Ashley's opinion, they had both made mistakes.

"Hey….Jimmy," she said. "We don't really hang out much anymore. We should go out sometime."

"Like a date?"

Ashley thought for a second. Why not? She wasn't seeing Craig anymore. Jimmy and Hazel had broken up a few weeks- something about Hazel falling in love with her brother's college roommate. The point was they were both single. They had both changed a lot since last year- maybe, just maybe, they could give it another shot. So why the hell not? Plus, Ash didn't want to admit it, but it would probably make Craig totally jealous to see Ash and Jimmy together.

"Yeah…I mean, if you want," she said quickly. Please want to. "Maybe like for a pizza or something."

Jimmy smiled faintly. "Ash….I know you just ended things with Craig…"

"This isn't about Craig," Ashley said quickly. "Craig and I weren't really serious."

Jimmy frowned. "You weren't?"

"Um…" The truth was, Ash had totally been in love with Craig. Like, I'd marry you in a second- have your- baby kind of love. "Not really. Honestly, I never really felt about him like I felt about you."

"Oh…ok." Jimmy said, sounding a little uneasy. "Maybe we could go out."

Ashley smiled widely. "Great. Well, are you going to the party tomorrow night?"

Jimmy shrugged. "I don't know. Hazel's going with her new boyfriend…" he trailed off, looking sad.

"Well…why don't you go anyway? I'm going to go, and I could kind of use someone to hang out with."

Jimmy smiled. "Sure. I'll meet you there, ok?"

"Ok!" Ashley said, grinning. Take that, Craig Manning.

Ellie opened the door of the bathroom stall, stepped out, and glanced at the small watch on her wrist. School had ended a few minutes ago, but Ellie actually wished that the school day would last forever. Her mother was being released from the hospital that afternoon, an event that Ellie was exactly looking forward to. Part of her had been lonely living alone, but another part of her had actually been relived that she no longer had to watch her mother get trashed on cheap wine and vodka. Ellie walked over to the sink, and noticed Emma Nelson washing her hands in the sink. She smiled at Ellie, but didn't say anything.

Ellie turned on the faucet, and Emma glanced at her. "So, how is that documentary going?"

Ellie shrugged. "Fine, I guess. Actually, have you seen your boyfriend around? There's some things I need to ask him about."

Emma frowned slightly as she dried her hands with a towel. "Sorry, but he left early today."

Ellie nodded, suddenly remembering. "Oh, yeah. The meeting with his probation officer was today. Oh, well…I'll just talk to him tomorrow."

"He told you about that?"

"Well….yeah," Ellie said uneasily. "He just mentioned it yesterday."

"Yeah. I hope everything goes alright," Emma said, slightly taken aback at the fact that Sean had actually told Ellie about his meeting with his probation officer. For some reason, it rubbed her the wrong way. Maybe Sean and Ellie have become closer while working on this documentary thing, and he feels comfortable talking to her, Emma reasoned as she glanced into the mirror above the sink. Then she frowned again, realizing that thought didn't make her feel any better. "He seemed pretty nervous before he left."

Ellie nodded casually as she dried her hands. "Yeah, well, after the other night….I'd be nervous, too." Ellie reached over and picked up her leather bag. "Well, see you later," she said, walking over to the door. Emma turned.

"Ellie, wait!" she said, leaning against the sink. "What about the other night?"

Ellie turned and shrugged. "You know, the fight…and then jail…." Ellie saw the confused look on Emma's face, and she gulped. You idiot, she scolded herself. "Which you knew….absolutely nothing about…" she murmured, staring at the ground. "Look, Emma, I'm sorry, but I-"

Emma stared into the mirror, and cut her off. "No, Ellie, its fine," she lied with a tight-lipped smile. Emma wasn't even going to bother asking why Ellie knew about the other night and Emma didn't. "You probably assumed my boyfriend would tell me something like that. I have to go." With that, Emma turned from the sink and scurried out of the bathroom, but not before Ellie saw the cold, angry look in Emma's eyes. The door slammed shut behind her.

Ellie sighed miserably and walked back over to the sink. She had the horrible feeling that she had just put a major damper on Sean and Emma's relationship. She glanced into the mirror and bit her lip. She hadn't wanted to admit it before, but Ellie thought she might have…well, feelings for Sean Cameron. He was different than all the other boys. Yes, Ellie definitely liked Sean, but it wasn't like it mattered- he was dating Emma Nelson.

Ellie reached into her bag and pulled out a kitchen knife that she had slipped in there a few days ago, just in case. She rolled up her sleeves and began quickly slicing her skin, watching as bloody lines began appearing on her arms. It felt good, and Ellie stopped thinking about her mother's return home, Sean, and even the stupid fucking documentary that was taking up so much of her damn time. All she thought about was the pain.

Suddenly, Ellie flung the knife into the sink as hot tears began rolling down her cheeks. God, I can't do this anymore, she thought angrily, hating herself for doing what she was doing. This is so fucked up. I'm so fucked up. She realized something- she needed help.

Quickly rolling down the sleeves of her black shirt, she stuffed the knife back into her bag. She hurried out of the bathroom, and down the empty hallway. She stopped when she got in front of the guidance counselors officer, and took a deep breath. She opened the door, and found Mrs. Suave gathering up some papers on her desk. She looked up, and saw Ellie standing there. She smiled.

"Ellie, can I help you?" she asked, standing up. Ellie nodded slowly and stepped into the room. She gently closed the door behind her and turned back around. Silently, she rolled up her sleeve to reveal the numerous cuts up and down her arm.

"Oh, Ellie," Mrs. Suave said sadly, walking out behind her desk. Ellie began crying quietly, and Mrs. Suave reached out and hugged her tightly. "It's alright, Ellie. You've done the right thing by coming to me. You've done the right thing."

"I…I can't stop," Ellie whispered as she brushed away her tears and stepped back from the guidance counselor. Mrs. Suave nodded slowly.

"Ellie, sit down," she said, and Ellie did. Mrs. Suave went back behind her desk, sat down, and began shuffling through her drawers. Finally, she pulled out a pamphlet, and handed it a confused Ellie. "Ellie, I think that it might be a good idea if you went to a facility that treats girls who have problems with drugs, eating disorders…and self-mutilation problems." Ellie glanced down at the pamphlet. "I think that counseling a few times a week simply isn't enough. I'm going to contact your mother about this decision, but I strongly suggest you go. In fact, I'm going to have to tell your mother that I think it's really the only option."

Ellie glanced up. "Do I have to live there?"

Mrs. Suave nodded. "Yes. You will move in there for as long as they think it is necessary."

Ellie swallowed hard and glanced down at the pamphlet again, which displayed a large building surrounded by plush grass and large trees. "O….Ok," she choked out. "I'll go."

Sean was just about to bite into a turkey sandwich when he heard a loud bang on his front door. He jumped slightly, and dropped his sandwich on the counter. He frowned as the banging on his door continued, and he quickly walked over to the door. It better not be Jay, he thought bitterly. A few weeks ago, Jay had come over, pounding loudly on the door until Sean had answered, and demanded that Sean cook him macaroni and cheese. Like Sean was his Mommy or something. Sean pulled open the door.

Emma was standing there, her hands placed firmly on her hips, and she was glaring at him. Sean squirmed uneasily, wondering if he had forgotten again that they had had plans. It was something he had been doing a lot lately, but he couldn't remember if they had made any plans for that evening.

"Um…Emma, hey," he said, smiling slightly, even though she was frowning at him. "Uh….did we have any plans?"

"No, we didn't," she said, sounding surprisingly normal. "I thought we could just go out, have something to eat….maybe get in a fight and get thrown in jail. Oh, wait- you already did that this week."

Sean froze, suddenly comprehending her sentence. Shit, he thought. She knew about the whole thing- and she definitely hadn't found out from him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Emma snapped. "What happened, Sean? Did you really get go to jail?"

"Uh….yeah," he admitted, not able to look her in the eyes. "I did. How did you find out?"

"Ellie told me," Emma said. "Look, why didn't you tell me? You didn't even mention it to me? Were you ever going to tell me, or were you just hoping that I'd never find out?" she asked, sounding hurt.

"No!" Sean said quickly. "Look, I got in a stupid fight with some guy in the park, and the police came and I kind of got arrested. I didn't think it was the big of a deal. I just…didn't want to upset you." He intentionally forgot to mention that they guy he had beat up was the same guy who had raped her, but he just didn't think it was a good time to mention it and make Emma even more upset.

"Why did you tell Ellie Nash and not me?"

Sean cleared his throat. "I….well, actually…she bailed me out of jail."

"So let me get this straight," Emma said calmly. "You got in a fight, got arrested, and called Ellie Nash to bail you out?" Emma asked in disbelief. "And then you didn't even have to nerve to tell me about it. Sean….why didn't you call me to get you? I would have come."

"I know….but…" he trailed off. He had no reasonable explanation as to why he had called Ellie and not Emma. And Emma knew it. She frowned and shook her head.

"I think we need some time apart."

Sean shook his head. "Emma, no! Just because I didn't tell you about getting arrested, you want to break up?"

"No. You weren't honest with me, and you didn't come to me when you really needed help," she said slowly. "I think that shows that something's wrong with this relationship," she said in a small voice. "We just need a little time apart to make sure we really want to be together, ok?"

Sean opened his mouth, and then closed it. What could he say? Emma just turned and walked away, and Sean let her. He sighed and closed the door slowly. I guess that's that, he thought miserably. I lost the only person that really matters to me.

"What are you thinking?" Hazel demanded, walking up to Paige. They were at the party at Julia Hanson's the following evening.

"Um….hi! I'm doing fine, thanks for asking," she replied sarcastically.

"Seriously," Hazel said, staring at her intently. "I can't believe it."

"Ok, Hazel," Paige said, holding up a hand. "Please stop babbling incoherently and tell me what you are talking about?"

"I'm talking about you and Dean," Hazel said, frowning. "I heard that you went on a date with him? Paige, he raped you, and you were enjoying a slice of pizza with him?" she whispered, leaning forward. "Please tell me that I've got it completely wrong and you still despise Dean like you always have!"

Paige sighed and took a sip of her beer. She had a good idea of exactly who had told Hazel about Dean- Spinner. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and shrugged. "Actually, I did go out with Dean, although it wasn't a date. Look, he explained things and I felt like I should give him another chance. It was no big deal. I'm not marrying him or anything."

"But…but…" Hazel sputtered, looking stunned. "He raped you, Paige. How could you forgive him?"

"I just did."

Hazel shook her head. "What's happened to you? The old Paige would have never allowed Dean to even talk to her, let alone actually go out with him. Look, I know things have been pretty rough after Spinner dumped you twice, but this is just-"

"This isn't because Spinner dumped me twice," Paige snapped. "It's because I think people can change. He's changed, ok?"

"No, you've changed. He's dangerous, ok?" Hazel pointed out.

"Let me guess- Spin asked you to try to stop me from seeing Dean, right?"

Hazel hesitated, and Paige could see from the look in her dark eyes that that was exactly what had happened. "No," Hazel lied. "Promise me you won't see him again, Paige." Paige was quiet for a long minute.

Finally Paige picked up her notebook and stood up. "No. You have no idea about anything, Hazel. So just leave me alone, ok?" she snapped, and then she stalked off. Who does she think she is? She wondered as she pushed through the doors of the library and wondered out into the hallway. Bossing me around like that….whatever. I'm sick of Spin and Hazel trying to tell me what to do. I'll see Dean when and where I want, and no one will stop me.

Roxie sat on the couch at the party, staring at her nails and feeling extremely bored. Usually, she loved parties, but since she was pregnant and couldn't drink, it was kind of a drag. She had only come because Spinner had convinced her she should get out and have some fun. She took a large bite of her brownie-it was her third-and tried to listen to the conversation Craig, Spinner and Marco were having next to her.

"Ok, watch this!" Spinner exclaimed, grabbing a handful of popcorn out of the bowl in front of him. He tossed one up in the air and caught it in his mouth. He glanced at Craig, as if he expected him to be amazed. Craig nodded.

"Ok…awesome," he said hesitantly, and then he turned to Roxie. "Hey, you sure like those brownies, don't you?" he joked.

Roxie stopped and stared at him in horror. "What- are you saying I'm fat?" she said, sounding a little joked up.

"Oh, no! I was just-" Craig said quickly, but Roxie cut him off.

"Because I know I've gained a little weight," she said sadly, staring down at the small lump on her stomach, which wasn't very big, but she sure noticed it. "But you know Craig, I'm only going to gain more. I'm probably going to get so big I won't even be able to see my feet or fit into any of my regular clothes. Ok, Craig?" she said, sniffling sadly. She set down the brownie and stood up. "Excuse me. I'm going…I'm going to the bathroom," she said, tears glistening in her eyes. She hurried off toward the bathroom, and Craig watched her go, confused. Then he stood up to follow her, but Spin stopped him.

"Dude, just don't. She's having another mood swing," he explained, shaking his head. "Leave her alone for awhile and she'll be fine."

"I didn't mean to hurt her feelings," Craig explained.

"Word of advice- do not ever talk about her weight," Spinner said. "She hates that."

Craig nodded and leaned back against the couch. "So…you two are getting pretty close," he said casually, trying to appear as if he didn't care. Spin shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, I guess. She's a really great girl."

"Oh, yeah," Craig agreed quickly. "So…are you two like…dating?"

Spin smirked. "As in, would you be mad if I made a move on her?"

Craig blushed and looked at his sneakers. "Um…something like that. No, not really. I was just wondering."

"I don't really know," Spinner said simply. "We haven't really discussed it, but I don't think it's romantic like that."

"Oh."

Spin reached over and grabbed a beer out of the cooler. "Here, want one?" he asked, popping open the can and taking a long sip. Craig shook his head.

"Hey….are you sure you want that?" he asked. "You've already had a couple, right?"

"One more can't hurt," Spinner said, smiling.

Ellie knocked quietly on Sean's front door, clutching the half-finished tape of their documentary. She waited for a minute until the door slowly opened, and Sean appeared, wearing a white t-shirt and baggy jeans. She tried to read the expression on his face, but his face completely lacked any expression. He silently stepped aside and let her in. Ellie shifted uneasily and stepped inside. He closed the door behind him and turned to her.

"Why did you tell Emma about the whole fight thing?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest and frowning at him. "What the hell gave you the right, huh?"

Ellie frowned and glanced at the ground. "Sean, I'm sorry about that, ok? I didn't know you hadn't told her about it-"

"So you thought you could go right ahead and tell her yourself?" he snapped. "Thanks to you, Emma and I are over."

"And that's my fault?" Ellie asked. "Maybe you should have been honest with her. Girls don't usually like it when you lie to them."

Sean narrowed his eyes and stared at her. "Emma didn't need to know, ok? It was my choice not to tell her. So, yeah, I think this is your fault. Why don't you just stay away from me and finish the documentary on your own?"

Ellie stared at the tape in her hands. What a dick. And I actually thought I liked him. There's a laugh. Sean Cameron was turning out to be everything Ellie had assumed- a complete jerk. Sure, Ellie probably shouldn't have let it slip about the fight, but Ellie had assumed Emma already knew. "Well, you won't have to worry about that, ok?"

"What?" Sean said with a frown. Ellie sighed.

"I'm going away to a center for messed up girls, so I won't be in your way for awhile. I just came by to drop of the documentary, which you're going to have to finish by yourself," she said, shoving the tape toward him angrily.

Sean stared at the tape. "Wait- you're leaving? Just like that?"

Ellie shrugged. "Yeah. So I'll be out of your face."

"For how long?"

"For however long it takes to make me normal, I guess," Ellie said. "So…I guess I'll see you in a few weeks or something. Sorry I ruined your relationship with Emma." She shoved her hands into her pockets and walked toward the door.

"Ellie, wait!" Sean said. Tell her, he thought. Tell her how you really feel. Tell her that you don't want her to go. But the truth was, Sean didn't exactly know how he felt. Ellie turned and looked at him. Sean swallowed hard. "Um…nothing."

Ellie nodded and walked out, and the door shut loudly behind her. Sean stared at the tape in his hands, and then carelessly tossed it onto the couch.

Ashley took a sip of her beer and smiled at Jimmy, who was in the middle of one of his stories. "So I get home, and the place is a complete mess. I think we were robbed, you know? So I walk into the kitchen, ready to call the police or my parent's or someone, and suddenly I see this pigeon sitting on the counter."

Ashley laughed. "So the pigeon trashed your apartment?"

Jimmy grinned and nodded. "It was horrible. Then my parent's finally get home and the place is a wreck and I'm trying to explain that a pigeon did it, but they thought I had had a huge party or something. I got grounded for two weeks because of a damn pigeon."

Ashley giggled and sipped her beer again. She had had few- ok more than a few and she was…well, she was a little drunk. But it felt good- Ashley had always needed to let loose a little. She glanced up and saw Jimmy staring at something. She looked over her shoulder and saw Hazel walk by, and a tall guy had his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Jimmy looked down at his feet and shifted uncomfortably, obviously hurt by seeing Hazel with her new boyfriend.

"Are you ok?" Ashley asked. Jimmy shrugged.

"I'm fine," he insisted. Just then, someone bumped into him, and his drink spilled all over Ashley's new white top. She gasped. "Oh, my, God! Ash, I'm sorry." Ashley sighed and shook her head. "It's fine. Really. I'll just change into one of Julia's shirts." The two set down their drinks and made their way upstairs. They walked into Julia's room, and Ashley headed over to Julia's closet. "I hope Julia won't mind."

Jimmy smirked. "I don't think so. She's passed out on the deck." Ashley smirked and pulled a shirt off its hanger…..

Craig jogged up the steps, frowning in worry. Marco had said that Roxie hadn't felt very well, and had suddenly disappeared. Craig figured that maybe she had decided to lay down in one of the beds upstairs. He walked down the hall, checking the different bedrooms. He reached the last one on the far right, and pushed the door open.

Ashley was standing next to the bed, and Jimmy was standing near her. The only problem was Ashley wasn't wearing her shirt...which Jimmy was holding in his hands. Craig's mouth dropped open.

"Uh….sorry," he stuttered out, and he quickly pulled the door shut. He stood there for a second, trying to comprehend exactly what he had just seen. Ashley….with Jimmy? He turned and hurried down the stairs. No wonder she wanted to end things, he realized. She just wanted to get back with Jimmy. He reached the bottom of the staircase and saw Roxie walking toward the front door, holding her jacket in her arms. She saw him and smiled weakly.

"Are you leaving?" Craig asked.

"Yeah. I'm a little tired," she admitted with a shrug. "You might want to watch out for Spinner. He's had a lot to drink and he's been babbling incoherently for awhile now." Craig nodded distractedly. "Craig, are you ok?"

Craig bit his lip. "Yeah…I'm fine. I'm going to go find Spinner really fast….will you take him home?" Roxie nodded. "Alright…hold on one second." He turned and hurried off, glancing around to spot his friend. He finally saw Spinner chugging a beer with a few boys, and Craig sighed and walked over. "Spinner, I think Roxie is leaving."

"I'm going to kick that mother fucker's ass!" Spin said, stumbling slightly.

"Uh…who?" Craig asked.

"That jerk Paige is with," he said. "Dean," he spit out.

"Oh…him," Craig said, frowning slightly as he spotted Dean and Paige walking across the living room toward the front door. Spin saw them, too, and tossed his empty beer can on the ground, a hard, determined look on his face. Paige whispered something into Dean's ear, and then disappeared to find her coat. Spin began unsteadily walking toward him, and Craig reached out to stop Spin, but Spin pushed him away. Craig sighed. A drunk Spinner...great. This could get ugly.

Spinner walked up to Dean. "Hey! Stay away from Paige, ok?" he slurred. Dean frowned.

"Man, you're wasted."

"So-so what?" Spin said. "At least I'm not a rapist," he spit out. "You should be in jrail," he slurred again. Dean shook his head.

"Dude, get a ride and go home. Paige and I are leaving," Dean said, pulling open the front door and walking out into the cool night. He stepped out onto the lawn where a few other kids were hanging out, and Spin quickly followed him. Dean was walking across the grass, and Spin ran up behind him and shoved him from behind. Dean stumbled and turned around.

"What is your problem?" Dean snapped, whirling around.

"You!" Spin yelled, shoving him. "What? Aren't you gonna fight back, Jean?" He reached up and took a swing at Dean's face, but completely missed. Both Craig and Roxie hurried outside, followed by Paige. "Come on. Fight like a man!"

"You're just mad because I'm hanging out with your girlfriend," Dean said, pushing Spin away and gesturing to Paige. "Come on, Paige. Let's go."

Spin charged at Dean, throwing him to the ground. "Spin, get off him!" Paige screamed.

"Spinner, come on!" Craig called out, shaking his head. "Don't do something stupid."

Paige slapped Craig hard in the arm. "Do something, Craig! Get him off or something!"

Craig rubbed his arm and scowled at her, but hurried across the lawn and grabbed Spinner by the shirt. He dragged Spinner off Dean, who staggered to his feet. "Dude, your crazy!" he yelled, and Paige hurried over to him. She took his arm and glared at Spinner.

"Come on. Let's just go," she said, and the two walked off towards Dean car.

Roxie walked up to Craig, who was still holding Spinner. "Nice work, Craig."

Craig grunted under Spinner's weight. "Yeah. But Spinner's kind of…passed out. Let's just put him in your car and you can drive him home."

Roxie rolled her eyes, but nodded. "Fine. Stick the drunk with the pregnant girl."

A half hour later, Spinner woke up, and glanced around in confusion. He glanced at Roxie, who was sitting in the driver's seat. They were parked outside of his house. He rubbed his eyes and stared at her. "What happened?"

"Well, without going into any details, you made an idiot out of yourself. And then you passed out. And I drove you home," Roxie said, pointing to Spinner's house in front of them. Spinner frowned.

"Man….I had a lot to drink," he muttered.

"Really? You're kidding," Roxie said sarcastically, turning off the engine and sitting back in her seat. "Spin, I think we need to talk. You might not remember this in the morning, but I'm going to say it anyway." She took a deep breath. "You're a great guy, and you've been great about this whole pregnancy thing. But…this isn't working out."

Spin frowned at her. "What?"

"I mean, we're spending a lot of time together, but we're not….in love, you know?" she said. "It's so obvious you're still in love with Paige. Painfully obvious, actually. I don't think we need to spend all our time together, you know? We've kind of been acting like we're going out, but I don't feel like that about you, and you don't feel that way about me. Why don't you just get back with Paige?"

Spin smirked. "Um, I don't think she wants to, after everything.I haven't exactly been Prince Charming."

Roxie smiled. " Believe me, that's become quite clear after tonight. But you never know. You can still help me with this pregnancy thing and date Paige. I have a theory that no matter what happens, you and Paige will get back together.It's just the way things are supposed to be."

"You really think so?"

"I really think so."