BN: Ok, this is Liss again. Because I'M the best beta in the world (and because Lucie's only an updater, not a true BETA!), you're getting an update early cause fanfiction was down, and you had to wait TWO weeks for the last chapter. So enjoy this while it lasts. Hopefully Elle will be back soon, so she can give you all the chapters she wants. But in the meantime, you have to deal with me. And Lucie, if you read the musical too. Lucie's been begging to be given control of this story in addition to her musical responsibilities. But I refuse. And this chapter is the reason. Mwahahahahaha.

Wanna hear my interesting story of the day? My car died tonight. At Sonic. When I wasn't supposed to be there. AGAIN. I think I'm being told by all of this that I shouldn't go to Sonic when I'm not supposed to. But...it's so much fun to eat ice cream when it's 17 degrees out, and you're all wrapped up in your coat and gloves and hat. :D

Ok, onto the story. You know the drill, I own Felix, Meech owns Holly, and Meg owns the rest. Brownie points to all who figure out WHY this chapter is my favorite of the whole story...other than the last one.

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Chapter Twenty…

Michael's POV…

My temporary euphoric state didn't last long. It ended as soon as I realised that kissing Mia, although I really wanted to do it, and her kissing back means she wanted it too, was actually cheating on my fiancee. And I just can't do that. I don't want to be the guy who cheats on his pregnant girlfriend.

So I jumped up, ran outside and all the way up to my dorm room. But with my hand on the doorknob and the key in front of the lock, I hesitated. Then I turned and ran back outside.

I kept running until I was outside a club. Since I don't usually frequent clubs, I have no idea what kind of place it was. All I know is that there is alcohol here.

And that sounds bloody good to me right now.

I sat at the bar and ordered a scotch and coke. It was gone in a minute.

Within half an hour I'd drunk way more than I should have. The dirty club suddenly didn't look so dirty. It looked homey.

A blonde woman came and sat at the bar stool next to me. She was quite attractive, although with the state I was in I would have found my mother quite attractive. But let's not go there.

"Hi," she said.

"Helloooo," I slurred.

"Are you ok?"

"No. Are you?"

"I don't think I'd be here if I was. I don't think anyone would be here if they were."

"G-good point. Do you want a drink? It makes everything better!"

"Sure."

I ordered another scotch and Coke for me, and a Vodka and raspberry for the girl. I'm surprised the bartender served me.

"I'm Elissa by the way," she said once we had our drinks.

"Michael."

"So, Michael, what are you doing in a place like this?"

"A place like what?" I looked around, worried for a second I'd walked into a gay strip club or something.

"A singles bar."

"Oh. I'm not in a singles bar," I told her. Single is the last thing I am.

"Uh, this IS a singles bar."

"It is?" I looked up above the bar, and sure enough, the sign read, "Monty's Single's Bar. Where meeting people is fun."

I started laughing. I couldn't help it, the alcohol was making me, because me, in a singles bar! Ha! I wish.

"What's so funny?" she asked, obviously not getting my pathetic joke.

"I only came in for the booze."

"Oh, well then, this is just a bonus then. So do you want to come back to my place?"

Whoa, how did we get to that?

I stopped laughing abruptly. Reality was sobering me up.

"Oh, no sorry. But that's really not what I came in for. I really don't think that would answer any of my problems."

"Who said anything about it being an answer to your problems? It's just one night, a bit of fun. No strings attached."

"Elissa, sorry to burst your bubble but there are always strings attached. Sorry, but I just came in for the grog."

"Fine, your loss." She picked up her drink and moved a few chairs down to the next guy.

Eventually, after a few more drinks, the bar man cut me off and kicked me out.

Somehow I managed to not only get in a cab and direct it to Columbia, but I managed to find my way up to my room too. Getting the key in the lock was another story though. After a minute of fumbling around with the wrong keys, Holly opened the door.

"Michael, what on Earth happened to you?" she asked, helping me stagger over to the bed.

"I had a drink or two."

"Maybe a couple more. And a couple more after that. Actually, I had quite a few."

"It looks like it. What happened to helping Tyler study?"

"Ha ha," I started laughing again. "Tyler! That's a good one!"

Holly gave up on trying to get any sense out of me, she simply removed my shoes, pushed me onto my side of the bed and handed me her morning sickness bucket.

I woke up the next morning with the biggest hangover of my life.

"Urghhh," I groaned, rolling over.

"Morning, sunshine!" Holly said enthusiastically.

I cracked open an eye to see her smiling at me knowingly.

"Well actually, it's almost afternoon. Come on, get up! I'll make you breakfast."

"Why are you in such a good mood?" I asked, wincing in the pain it took to speak.

"Because. I was thinking about it last night, after you passed out, and I realised why you'd gotten so drunk."

Uh oh. This is not good. But if she really does know, why is she happy about it?

""You're just so happy about it being a boy that you blew off study to celebrate. Only you had a few too many drinks, didn't you?"

If that's what she wants to believe, who am I to argue?

"Uh huh," I murmured.

"I knew it. But why didn't you come get me? I was just sitting up here watching a movie, I would have loved to have gone out to celebrate!"

"Because… because you wouldn't have been able to drink. And you wouldn't be old enough to get into an bar in the first place and I just wanted a few drinks to celebrate our little baby."

Goddamn I can bullshit.

"Aw, that's ok. I'm glad you had fun without me."

I nodded as if I had had fun, but I had to clutch my head because it was throbbing so much.

"Oh you poor baby, I'll make you feel better. It's payback for all the times you've looked after me with my morning sickness."

She got out of bed and came back a minute later with a glass of Berocca and a damp flannel.

I downed the Berocca quicker than I'd drunk last night, and then I lay there feeling guilty, while Holly dabbed my face with the flannel.

I'm doing the right thing by not telling her about what really happened last night, right? I mean, it would only upset her, and that wouldn't be good for the baby. It's not like it's ever going to happen again. It was a mistake. That's all it was, a mistake.

I guess I should go and talk to Mia about the mistake though. I can't avoid her forever and I can't pretend like it didn't happen.

But I'll wait until the room stops spinning first.