A/N: This chapter has a bit of swearing in it people, just thought I'd tell you that.

Chapter 10

Amber opened her bleary eyes and instantly regretted it, as the light burnt them, and her head was pounding.

She lay there in pain for a few minutes before she fully remembered the night before and got up. She shuddered as she realized that she's just made things worse.

Damnit! She cursed angrily. Why'd I have to go and get blinding drunk with Sandry…of all people.

She ran out to the bar and found Jonas standing behind the bar, wiping out glasses, while Dean sat at the bar eating breakfast.

She stood there watching them for a minute, feeling utter dread come over her, before her stomach groaned and she felt her head pound.

"Hey." She moaned to them, walking in the room.

Jonas looked at her and gave her a slight smile, while Dean turned around, saw her, and got up to leave the bar.

"Dean, wait." She said, running after him. She grabbed his wrist.

He spun around, pulling his wrist out of her grasp.

"I'm really sorry about last ni – "

"Save it." Dean said, his voice cold and hard, trying to mask his pain.

"Dean, please listen to me." She said desperately.

"No, Amber." He said, his mask slipping off. "You can have anyone you want, girl or boy…why couldn't you have left one for me?"

"Dean, I was depressed, drunk and had a major crush on her…" Amber started to protest, but Dean just walked away.

"I don't care anymore."

Amber numbly watched him leave. Dean was one of her best friends, he was more like family than anything. They'd grown up as kids together, and never, not once, did he say he didn't care. This was the first real fight they'd ever had, and it was all her fault.

Amber felt a tear form in her eye, then her stomach heaved, and she ran behind the bar, and grabbed a bucket, just in time to throw up a night's worth of alcohol.

She felt Jonas move her hazel coloured hair, away from her face, and wipe her forehead with a damp towel.

"Sit down." Jonas told her, and Amber weakly obeyed.

Jonas didn't say anything else, he just handed her a drink to cure hangovers and watched her sip the vile concoction.

"Haven't seen you this hung over in a while." Jonas said his voice slightly amused. Amber just looked up at him, unable to be humorous at this time.

"Okay, talk to me." Jonas said, sitting on a stool next to Amber.

"I've messed everything up." Amber said miserably. "I fucked things up with Briar, now Dean hates me, and Sandry probably hates me too."

Jonas sat in silence, while she spoke. "Yes, you've messed things up big time."

Amber looked up at him surprised at his harsh tone.

He looked back at her. "What, you expected me to tell you everything is going to be okay?"

Amber nodded shakily.

"Well, I won't tell you that, because its not going to be okay. You fucked up, and now things wont just fix themselves, and moping around feeling sorry for yourself wont help you in any way. So go fix things."

Amber looked at him, admiringly, then realized her jaw was dropped, and shut her mouth.

She smiled. "Thank you. I needed that."

Jonas grinned. "What are friends for?"

She leant over and hugged him. He was right, she'd have to fix everything. Dean, Briar, Sandry…

"Thanks, I'm sorry about this." Sandry said, as she threw up into a bucket, groaning at the pain in her head.

"What were you doing last night?" Briar asked, concerned at Sandry's constant throwing up.

"Nothing." Sandry lied, wiping her mouth with a damp towel, and accepting the water Briar was holding out for her.

"Sandry?" Briar said, giving her a sceptical look.

"Look," she said angrily. "You don't tell me about your life, so you have no right to ask about mine."

With that Sandry stormed off to her room, and shut the door behind her. She flung herself on the bed, and began sobbing. She was hung over, emotional and had messed everything up. She made out with Briar's ex-girlfriend for Christ's sake. That's just messed up.

"Sandry?" Briar said, opening the door, his tone soft and apologetic.

"Go away." Sandry said, embarrassed to be crying in front of him.

Briar ignored her words, and went and put his arm around her.

"I'm sorry." He said to her. "I'm sorry I tried to shut you out."

"Me too." Sandry replied softly, her sobs subsiding.

"I'll tell you my problems if you tell me yours." Briar said, trying to make a proper peace between them.

"You first." Sandry said, a slight grin appearing on her lips. "What happened with Amber?"

"Well…I…" Briar hesitated, unsure how to put it. "I saw her kill a man."

"What!" Sandry sat upright in shock. "Why?"

"It was her job." Briar murmured. "And I was in shock, and disgust…so she yelled at me and said she'd never see me again…So now she hates me, and I still love her." Briar concluded, feeling more than a little pathetic.

Sandry was shocked at what he said. Amber had killed a man…and he still loved her. Sandry felt her hope of them being together die, but realized she'd have no hope anyway, when he found out what she'd done.

"So, what's your story?" Briar said, grinning slightly.

"Oh…" Sandry said, feeling her stomach twitch, and not just from last night. "I'm hung over."

"What!" Briar said, in complete shock. 'But…but…you don't drink…"

"I know." Sandry replied, finding a tiny bit of amusement in his reaction. "but last night…and the night before I went out drinking."

"What…why?" Briar said, calming down a tiny bit.

"Because you wouldn't talk to me, and…I love you."

Dun, Dun, Dah! This was an interesting chapter to write, it was so sad, yet fun...yeah, i don't know how that works either.