Yay, new chapters rock the hizzouse. PaigeEllie slash, If you don't like it, leave. But you're on to chapter two, so then you obviously do like it. Pervs. Then again, it doesn't say much about me...since I'm, like, writing it. Enh, fuck you. ::grin::

I paced my bedroom, trying to figure out what to wear. "Dylan!" I yelled, sighing with frustration as I tore through my dresser.

"What?" he called from his bedroom, where he and Marco were probably Doing the Dirty.

"Come help me with my outfit."

"I'm a bit – ooh – busy at the moment," he stuttered.

I shuddered. "Like…ew." I sighed again, and then cursed loudly. Obviously, Mom heard me.

"Paige Reilly Michalchuk! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" She came bounding into my room, her hand raised. Mom was drunk. She slapped me around for about twenty minutes, and then left me curled in a sobbing ball on the floor.

My cell phone rang. I looked at the number. It was Ellie. "Hello?" I asked, choking on tears.

"Paige, where are you?"

"At home," I whispered.

"I'm coming over. It's nine-thirty."

"No, please don't," I said as quietly as I could.

"Paige, what's wrong?" Ellie asked. I could tell that the wind was howling and she was yelling to be heard, because I heard her in front of my house.

"My mom…She beat me," I told her in a voice barely above a whisper. "Please…Elle, don't come over. I'll meet you out front. I love you."

"I'm giving you ten minutes. I love you, too."

Ellie wrapped her arms around me. "I love you so much, Paige; so much. I don't want this to end," she whispered, crying into my shoulder.

"It won't end," I replied, wrapping my thumbs around the hem of my sweatshirt.

"Yes it will. You'll go back to Spin and I'll go back to Sean. We weren't meant to be, Paige – "

I cut Ellie off, "Ella-belle, Spin's whoring it up with Manny Santos, and Sean's in Waseca Beach."

Ellie pulled away, smiling. "How long has it been since that day in the bathroom?"

"Three months, two days, and three hours." A blush shot through my beaten cheeks.

"Awwww…" Ellie smiled, just as my front door opened.

We didn't notice it, so we kissed.

"Ellie?!?"

It was Marco.

I sat on my bed, waiting for the four o'clock (AM) phone call that greeted me every Friday night. My sweatpants were practically falling off of me. What the fuck? I wondered. Since when do these sweats-- My cell phone rang. I squealed. "Hey-lo?" I greeted into the phone.

"Paige--" came from the other end.

"Elle?"

"Paige...I'm sorry," Ellie whispered, sniffling.

"Ellie -- Please.. Are you okay? Ellie, talk to me. Are you alright?" I was getting worried. "Ellie!"

"I'm sorry..." she repeated. "Please..."

I started crying. "Ellie, I'm coming over." I stood up as fast as I could, but then a bout of dizziness followed. "Please stay on the line, baby. Please..."

I don't ever remember being so alone. The walked to Ellie's house was crucial, but only because I hadn't eaten all day and I was sprinting. I don't remember when I realized that I was attracted to girls aswell. Maybe it was that summer that Ash went to counseling for doing ecstacy, but I don't know. All I know is that when we came back from summer break, she was gorgeous and I was totally falling for her. By then I was Super-Whore-Fuckhead-Paige Michalchuk, and I didn't give Ashley another chance. When Dean raped me, I think I lost all feelings for boys. I went out with Spinner because of fucking pity. In grade nine, when I was bitchy and whore-ish, I wanted everyone to like me. Now I want to disappear into a wall. Is that disappearing or being camoflauged?

I knocked on Ellie's front door. Once. Twice.

No answer.