As he was putting her last luggage in the trunk of her Jeep, he couldn't help but think of how much their relation changed in the past few weeks. Sure, it was mainly because he knew she was in love with him and he had been a cruel jackass by dating her best friend in front of her. Sure, she knew that she wasn't his mystery woman and she had agreed to date him nonetheless. But there was a part of him that felt guilty of hurting her, when she had been nothing but wonderful, in every way.

-Thank you Fox. It was really sweet of you to help me pack my things.

He shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing.

-You're welcome. After all, you're my best friend and you're loaded with luggages. I hope that you come back soon cause I'm going to miss you, Theresa.

-Yeah, well I'm sure that with Whitney's pregnancy and your wedding to plan, you'll don't have that much time to miss me!

He immediately felt uneasy with her comment, as if he was feeling guilty for a reason that he couldn't explain. Plus, she was saying it so nonchalantly that it almost… hurt him to know that it didn't matter to her that he was marrying her best friend… or former best friend, when times were easier, when Alistair wasn't married to her mother, when they were closed enough to tell each other everything. Now, she was barely telling him what was going on in her life and if he hadn't woken up at five in the morning last week and seen Dylan sneaking out of her room, he would never had known that she was still seeing him. She'd never mentioned him and he was too reticent to ask. She had made it perfectly clear that her love life or sex life for that matter wasn't any of his concern anymore. But, as he was closing the trunk, he couldn't help but feel… left out. He couldn't even picture the reaction that he had had when he'd seen Dylan, half naked, coming out of her room. The look of pure content on his face, the shine in his eyes, the smile on his lips. Even though he had known Dylan for years and Fox had been well aware of his playboy's ways, the time however was quite different. Dylan wasn't the type of guy to bed the same woman for more than two nights in a row, even if the sex was the best. Why was he still between her sheets was something he couldn't picture. Sure Theresa was good, in fact she was the best, but Dylan was Dylan.

-Penny for your thoughts?

-Come on Theresa, Alistair is your step father, you can surely do more than a penny?

She laughed, for the first time since he had started dating Whit and it felt so good to hear her laugh that he couldn't explain what he felt at that moment.

-Well, I'm off to Harvard, which means that I'm a student and I'm broke! Enough jokes, I have to hit the road before the sun rises. I don't want to be stuck in traffic…

-Okay, give me a hug at least and I'll let you go.

She hugged him and was well aware of the intense glare that she was receiving from Whitney behind her. She rolled her eyes, gave a quick peek on his cheek and close the door.

-Good luck Theresa, even though I'm sure you don't need it! Call us as soon as you get there! And please, don't stay there too long, we want to have our best friend back!

She smiled and started the engine before saying goodbye. She was finally off for a new life. She never had been so right…

Present Time, Banning Residence

-Wasn't that time great, when we were young and careless?

She turned over and dropped the picture on the floor. Fox immediately picked it up for her. She timidly smiled at him and nodded. The picture had been taken 5 years ago, when Fox had first come in Harmony. They were hugging each other, as if there was no tomorrow. They seemed so happy and so oblivious.

-You're right. Everything was so perfect back then. Our friendship was untouchable. At least, I thought it was.

He instantly felt the sorrow and regret in her voice and he knew that she was missing those times of her life, when they were inseparable.

-What happened between us Theresa? What had come between us?

He immediately regretted his question, as the answers were evident for both of them. She had clenched her jaw and tightened her fist. If he had looked closer enough, he would have seen the flames dancing in her eyes. They both knew who had come between them and it was harder for Theresa to forget when 'she' was the reason why she was a widow. Sure, Fox had been hurt too, but he knew he couldn't compete with Theresa's pain and soreness. He had lost a son, she had lost a husband. The only one that had loved her completely. Fox wasn't a fool either: he loved Theresa with all of his heart but back then, when she had needed him the most, he had turned his back on her for Whitney. God only knew how much he had regretted that choice.

-I'm sorry. It was a stupid question. I guess that I had my part in it also.

-What's done is done Fox. There is no need to apologize or even throw stones. I'm well aware of what I've done myself in this story. You're not completely to blame even if sometimes it helps me to put the entire fault on your back. I don't want to sound selfish but it eases the pain.

-It's okay Theresa. I'm not resentful: if it helps you move on, then I'm all yours to blame.

She laughed, the first smile since Dylan's death. If only he had known before his best friend, he would have helped him. He would have confronted her before Dylan. He would have probably saved his life by doing it. But Theresa was right: there was no need to dig up the past when he had no control over it. Now, she needed a friend more than ever and he was willing to give her that.

-Thank you. It means a lot to me knowing that I'm not the only one hurt. It's just… I loved him so much Fox that I thought my life was over when Luis called me. It was the worst night of my life. The sound of his voice, his touch, his perfume: I miss everything about him. If only I could turn back time, back to the time when we were happy and in love…

Harvard, 2006

She was looking through her purse, searching for her dorm keys. She was so pissed at that moment that she could have ripped off the secretary's head if no one had been looking at her strangely. She recalled the conversation she'd had with the lady earlier.

-I'm sorry Miss Lopez but there's nothing I can do for you, even if your step father is Alistair Crane. Throwing his name in my face won't get you anywhere with me. There's no more private room and that's final.

-But what am I going to do? I'm stuck with someone I don't even know in a school that I don't even know. You were supposed to reserve this room for ME. What if the girl is a freak?

-I'm sorry Miss, but your dorm partner isn't a freak nor a girl for that matter. There was no more private room in the boys's section. You've been mixed with a boy indeed.

Theresa had been crushed to know that she had been mixed with a guy: not only was she stuck with someone she didn't even know, now she was stuck with a man no less. Not that she was really complaining about it: after all, there were good sides in this situation, but the fact was that she was in Harvard to study and it wasn't with an immature student that she would be able to do it.

-Hey, can I help you? It seems that you're trying to sneak into my dorm. I'm waiting for someone to share this dorm and you're no boy so you're at in the wrong department. Girls are on the fifth floor.

Theresa turned to reply back but was stunned to see the partner of her mixed dorm

-Dylan?
-Theresa?

Silence. Agonizing silence. The last time that they had spoken to each other, things had gotten out of control and he had left, angry. Now, she was sharing her dorm with him.

-Are you here to apologize for your behavior of last night?

-No, Dylan. I'm here to study. In fact, it's my room. It's seems that we're going to be sharing room for the next year.

-How? They were supposed to send a boy named Christopher. What happened? You seduced him and exchanged places so you could give me your own medicine? Well thank you, I had enough last time.

He immediately regretted his words as he felt her slap on his face. He grabbed her fists and lead her into the room, He closed the door behind him and looked at her in the eyes. She was beautiful, as always…

-Listen Theresa, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way.

-You had every right to be angry at me Dylan. I've been cruel to you yesterday and I didn't mean it that way. It's just that I didn't want, at that moment, to get involve with you.

-Well, me neither. So, there's no need to apologize over that. I'm a playboy after all, no? I screw girls over and over 'till I'm exhausted. You were a girl like all the others Theresa.

She couldn't explain why she felt crushed by his words but she felt her eyes welled up in tears as she replayed his words in her head. He had seemed so sincere, so confident. Why was she reacting that way if she was supposedly so in love with Fox Crane?

Cause you're not anymore.

Why was she feeling so crushed if it was only for sex?

Cause it's not only for sex

Why was she crying at that moment over something he had said if she didn't care for him?

Cause you care more than you think

-I'm sorry Dylan, I'll … look for another room and leave you alone, as you wish,

He grabbed her arm and faced her. He wiped her tears and took her in his arms. He felt immediately complete.

-I didn't mean it Theresa. It's just that for the first time in my life, I have feelings for someone other than me and it's scaring me. I… I..

She put her fingers on his lips, to make him shut up. He leaned and their lips met at the same moment. She kissed him back with all she had inside of her.

-I love you too Dylan.