A/N-Another short chappy, only because it was supposed to be a continuation of the last chapter and I felt that it kinda got a bit choppy so I split it in half, and got this. And if you thought the end of the last chapter was evil...muhahahaha there's worse in store. :)

Yes, he could definitely see why she ran. This was so much easier. It was by far easier to avoid his problems than it was to face them. He had the hurt in her eyes when he had said that, but it was the truth. He wasn't going to risk everything that they had to chase after this dream that he had that they would be together. They'd both had horrible luck with relationships, he didn't want to be just another one like that, he didn't want to be just another failed relationship, and he didn't want her to be that to him either.

She was his best friend, even without what he felt for her, even without the underlying tension between them. He laid back on his bed and groaned, sick of all of this. He was beginning to regret running out here, chasing after her, it was simply because he didn't want to never see her again.

He didn't care about how torturous having her there, teasing him incessantly simply because she had no clue how much she affected him, was. He didn't care that there were some days that he'd loose himself in a bottle of scotch simply to stop himself from going to her apartment and making a complete and total fool of himself. He was quite content with that, with having her only as a friend and nothing else.

He heard a knock on his door and he shouted at her to go away. It didn't work. A minute later she appeared through the connecting door. "Running is easier, isn't it?" She asked, sitting down next to him, staring down at him for a long minute.

"Yeah." He admitted.

"So why don't we both stop?" She suggested and he held her gaze for a long minute wondering exactly what it was that she wanted. It caught him completely off guard when she leaned in and met his lips with her own. It took a second for him to react and he fought himself for a moment before giving in and opening his mouth beneath her.

When they finally broke the kiss he found himself trying to suppress all the alarm bells that were ringing in his head, leaning in to recapture her mouth again. She pulled back after a minute and looked into his eyes. "So you do want this." She said, and he nodded.

"Do you?" He asked, and she paused for a second.

"Yes." She said, capturing his mouth again, pushing him down against the bed.