This is going to be a long chappy with my favorite...LOTS OF ANGST!! Yay. Once again, this is Pellie slash, so if you don't like it you must leave. But then again, it's chapter three, and if you're this far you must like it. Pervs.

I opened the door and sprinted up the stairs. "Ellie?!" I yelled.

No answer.

I crept down the hallway, my breath caught in my throat and my sweatpants almost falling down. "Ellie?" I called quietly into the dark room all the way down the hall. I pushed open the door, and the site in front of me made me laugh.

Ellie was sleeping in her bed, the telephone next to her beautifully still face.

Then it dawned on me: why was she sorry? I crossed her room to check the calendar. "February 12th... 'Dinner with Paige'. Oh, she bailed. Thank God I didn't remember." I smiled down at Ellie, then poked her.

Her eyes fluttered open. "Paige," she muttered sleepily. "What're you doing here?"

"I was worried about the phone call. But then I realized it was because of our dinner date. I forgot." I poked Ellie again, motioning for her to scoot over in the bed.

Ellie nodded, then scootched a bit. "Paige?" she asked after a bit of silence.

"Yeah?" I replied, my voice thick with sleep.

"My arms hurt," she whispered, sitting up and turning on the light.

"Wha--?"

Ellie pushed up her sleeves, showing me her polluted arms.

I started counting. One hundred and fifty-five cuts. On her left arm. Only one gash particularly worried me. It was about a centimeter deep and it was oozing puss. Gross, I thought. "How many?" Ellie whispered.

"One fifty-five," I replied. "Ellie, what the hell? What happened?"

"It's Sean -- he's back."

"FUCK," I yelled. I grabbed my pants, put them on, and walked out of the room, leaving her to sit there.

I sat on my bed, rocking back and forth. The sun was starting to come up and Marco would be here to escort Dylan to his hockey game soon. The alarm clock blinked 5:12. I hadn't gotten any sleep whatsoever. And it was all Ellie's fault. I threw my pillow at the opposite wall in frustration. I knew that Sean and Ellie would get back together, and I'd known it for the longest time. But I don't know why this realization would hurt so much. I heard movement in the room next to mine: Dylan was awake. The Titanic soundtrack was humming in my ears, so I didn't pay any attention to him. Even when he came into my room and sat on my bed. "Hey, Paige." He ruffled my hair.

"Stop," I replied, swatting the his hand away.

"What's wrong?" He pressed 'stop' on my stereo, muting Celine Dion mid-phrase.

"Nothing," I whispered, trying to contain my tears.

"Waigeeey, c'mon!" He smiled. Dylan had been calling me 'Waigey Wreilly' since I was two.

"It's nothing, leave me alone," I grumbled.

"Waigey, please. What's wrong?" Dylan snuggled up to me.

"It's El -- Spinner. Someone from his past came back and yeah...sparks are starting to fly again."

"Oooh.. Paige, Spin is an asshole. We all know that," he sighed, then hugged me.

"Love you, Dyl."

"Love you too, Waigey."

Sorry, I wanted to have another chappy up. Sorry it wasn't long and sorry for the lack in angst. I know it's very off character for everybody. Thanks to my whopping SEVEN reviewers. ::scoff:: Please, if you're reading this, review. I'm not updating until I get to fifteen. -- Zoey-Bear