I hope this one is more exciting for you guys, this was actually supposed to be connected to the other chapter, but I had so many crazy ideas that before i knew it, I had written four more pages. So yeah...have fun

Disclaimer: I don't own Summerland or its characters

The rest of the time at work had gone by agonizingly slow. For three and a half more hours, they were both trying to work up the nerve to talk, and apologize to the other. Neither of them spoke, however, and as their shift was coming to an end, Sienna let out a giant sigh of relief.

Jay strolled in at about 6:30 and told them both to scat. There was silence as the two of them walked out the door to go, and headed in their opposite directions. Sienna was enjoying her walk home because it gave her time to think, so she headed towards the beach to have more time. It was always relaxing to look at the waves and comforting to know how small and insignificant her problems were compared to the 'big picture.'

Her toes wriggled in the hot sand as she weaved in between all the people who were still hanging out at the beach. As she passed a surfer, he gave her a flirtatious wink and she smiled stiffly back. He was cute, and if this was any other time, she'd flirt her little ass off, but right now, she just needed to clear her head.

Sienna walked on, and was heading a little towards the rocky parts of the beach, when she heard someone calling her name behind her. Her body went cold when she realized who it was; it was Vegas. "Sienna! Sienna, stop, are you like deft or something?"

"Sorry, I was just uh, thinking," Sienna smiled weakly at her friend. It was hard to talk to her because she didn't know how to act. Vegas didn't even know the truth yet and Sienna was just going to pretend like nothing had happened; that didn't feel right, she didn't want to keep this from Vegas.

"I needed to talk to you about Wynnie." Vegas said cheerfully.

Sienna was a little side tracked. She wanted to tell Vegas the truth right here and right now, but the mention of Wynnie's name was enough to get her thinking about everything else, "Oh man, what did she do now? Tell me it wasn't too bad!"

"Um, did you see her at Gideon's party a couple days back?" Sienna's stomach did a flip-flop just by hearing of that damned party.

"Yeah."

"Well she tried to come up and talk to me…"

"The nerve of that bitch. You know after what happened last year you'd think she'd learn. Wynnie is just….ugh!"

"Yeah, and she," Vegas' smile faltered and she looked thoughtfully at the ground. This is when Sienna realized that there was something not right about her cheerfulness. There was something fake about it. "She tried to tell me some stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Stuff about….you."

"Like what?" Sienna was frightened now.

"About you and Braden." Sienna could feel the color draining from her face as she heard these words. Vegas knew, she KNEW what happened, and she looked so depressed about it. Sienna had single handedly crushed her best friend, and it was the worst feeling in the world. Vegas shouldn't have found out about it this way, Wynnie wasn't the one who was supposed to tell her.

With Sienna's voice as shaky as a massage chair she answered with a squeak, "What did she say?"

"Wynnie didn't say much. She just showed me some pictures," Sienna closed her eyes and winced, so Wynnie took some pictures of her with Braden, huh? "Then she recorded some, uh…sounds." Vegas' voice faltered as she rested her head in her hands. She looked so incredibly sad. There was no doubt what Vegas was referring to, Sienna didn't even have to ask what she meant.

"I am so sorry, I was drunk and I can't even—"

"You stupid, stupid dike. You slept with him when you knew that I loved him. I LOVED HIM, Sienna."

"I'm not making excuses, but I regret that night so much. I don't even remember doing it either, but the fact that it even happened…I'm so sorry." Sienna could barely contain all her regret and sadness at the conversation they were just having. It pained Sienna to see Vegas this upset and for her to be the cause.

Vegas laughed a little, "You're sorry? You are telling me you're fucking sorry? Do you expect for that to fix what you did, you little tramp!"

"Vegas, please, I know I can't fix it but if I could--"

"You can't fix it, so don't tell me what you would do if you could. Just tell me this, was it worth it?"

"What?"

"Was the hot, steamy, drunken sex worth it? Was it a fair trade off, losing me, but gaining my boyfriend?"

"It wasn't like that, I don't even remember doing it, and nothing is worth your friendship to me. I love you like a sister, please, just listen to me." Sienna was begging with all her heart to save her friendship. Vegas was everything to her.

"Yeah, I've got quite the fucking sister right here. Sleeps with my boyfriend whom, by the way, I FUCKING LOVED. Don't you get it, Sienna? You chose him, and hurt me in the most treacherous way. I hope you're happy you whore."

"Of course I'm not happy, please, don't…."

There was never a finish to that sentence as Vegas swung her fist and made direct contact with Sienna's nose. The pain was instant, and Sienna cupped her nose as she felt the blood oozing out in globs. She didn't dare retaliate, because Vegas had every right to smack the crap out of her. She just waited for the next attack to come.

Vegas this time went for her hair, and yanked it hard. Sienna felt a huge wad of her curly locks being ripped from her skull. She tried to pry Vegas' hand away once the agony proved to be too much, but it wouldn't work. Sienna could feel the crowd around them forming and getting bigger. Her head was searing with pain because Vegas was yanking even harder now, and Sienna couldn't take it any longer, she had to fight back. She scratched and clawed at Vegas' face like an insane blind man. She just wanted to be free from Vegas' grip on her hair and then she would run away from this. But Vegas refused to let go.

With Vegas' other arm, she tried to punch Sienna again, and she missed, but only barely. Sienna had felt it skim her hair and a shudder ran down her spine. She really was in a fistfight with her best friend. Sienna then threw a punch of her own and her clenched fist knocked right into Vegas' mouth, leaving her lip split open and bleeding.

Vegas's nails then managed to dig into Sienna's neck as she yelped out in pain. Vegas was still holding onto a little bit of Sienna's hair too, and it was starting to numb a little bit, and Sienna was starting to get pissed. When Vegas gave her hair another tug though, Sienna spat angrily, "Let's see how you like this, bitch!" Sienna grabbed Vegas' hair and pulled with all her might. Her weight was entirely on that glob of deep red hair and in a split second, it detached itself from Vegas' head. Vegas let out a horrible scream as it was torn off her scalp, and Sienna felt pangs of regret as she looked down at the huge wad of hair in her hand.

"I am so sorry Vegas!" Sienna stopped her fighting and hair pulling, and just wanted the whole thing to end, but Vegas wasn't ready for that, and Sienna was punched squarely in the jaw. That's fucking it, thought Sienna, I can't turn the other cheek or she'll literally kill me. I've got to fight back until someone breaks us apart.

That is exactly what Sienna did, and she punched Vegas back and as her fist jammed into Vegas' cheek, she could hear something instantly crack. It sounded disturbingly like bones….and that's when the spectators finally pried the two bloodied girls apart.

…………………..

Braden was grumpily trying to watch television as his Aunt Ava was loudly complaining to Susannah about Jay. This was now, just about an every day occurrence. "He won't even listen to me anymore. I know he's hurting too, but there are other ways of dealing with it like—"

"Like how you dealt had with your break up with Johnny?" Braden interjected agitatedly. This was getting ridiculous; his aunt always wanted to fix everything and no one can make everything around them perfect. Jay's heart was broken, and this was his own personal way of getting threw it.

Ava turned towards him and said calmly, "I never said that. I just thought he could deal with it in a better way."

"Well, you weren't happy with how Jay was dealing with it before, when he was in the house eating ice cream all day, and now your not happy with him partying all the time either. It seems like no matter what, it won't be good enough unless it's your way."

Susannah and Ava both looked at Braden as if he had grown an extra head. Ava looked at him with her mouth open before replying, "That's not what I said, Braden. Now what is wrong with you tonight?"

He shifted on the couch to get more comfortable. To be honest, he didn't even know why he was in such a bad mood. Maybe it was because the little altercation with Sienna set his horrible mood for the rest of the day. He just couldn't snap out of it, "Nothing is wrong, I'm just saying my opinion. Jay deals with his heartache in a different way, and I personally, think it's better than your 'pretending not to care so I'll keep myself insanely and compulsively busy' way." Braden didn't know why these things were coming out of his mouth; they just wouldn't stop.

"I think it's time you go to your room, Braden Westerly, but thanks so much for the support," came Jay's unexpected voice from the doorway. Ava's face got slightly pink and Susannah looked at him guiltily.

Braden didn't move, however, as he looked Jay up and down. He was pleased to see that he wasn't drunk, not yet at least. "Like my dear Braden worded it, Ava, I like to deal with 'heartache' in a different way than you. I'm sorry you can't control everything."

"Jay, that's not fair, I don't want to control you, but I don't want you stumbling in at 5 in the morning and waking the kids up!" Ava was getting a little heated with this argument.

"Braden," Jay turned towards the blonde haired boy, "have I ever woken you up as I was sneaking to my room?" Braden thought of the first time he caught Jay sneaking back into the house, Jay hadn't woken him up; he had already been awake.

"No, you've never woken me up." he answered back honestly.

"Well, see Ava? Now you don't have to worry because none of the children have or will wake up as I sneak back into the house." Jay smiled at her sarcastically and added, "Aren't you glad we cleared that up?" He turned and was beginning to walk away, satisfied with that conversation.

"Get back here, Jay!" ordered Ava angrily, "You know just as much as me that I have other worries too."

"And I'm a grown man, so it's not like you can ground me. I will go out and drink whenever I want because it makes me feel better and you can't convince me any different." Jay gave Braden a nice little wave as he turned on his heel and walked away from the house.

Braden looked at Ava sadly as they watched him walking along the beach, knowing that he was heading, yet again, to the bars.

"He needs Erica." Susannah whispered, which was exactly what Braden was thinking in his head.

Ava tore her eyes away from Jay's distant figure and replied, "Then he needs to stop looking for her at the bottom of a bottle."