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For three days Ali was an emotional wreck, going from sobbing to madder than a hornet in less than 2.3 seconds. (Isa timed it once.) She spent the nights in her old room, in her old bed next to Isa and Matties, she avoided Creedy with all she was worth. It was not a good few days, her unhappy feelings wore off on her roommates, Quinn seemed to undergo the same unhappy change from Creedy.

Already she was late by 15 minutes because of an overlong stay in the bathroom, she didn't have anything clean to wear, not to mention she woke up in an already bad mood. She sifted through her clothes, everything smelled horrible and all she had was a pair of baggy paint covered jeans that looked halfway decent. Sighing she changed into a tanktop, she needed something else besides that, something big and comfortable. She rummaged around in her drawer she pulled out a black sweater and smelled the arm pit, giving a satisfied smile that it was at least semi-clean smelling. She pulled it over her head and hugged herself embracing the wooly warmth of the black sweater. Finally satisfied she went down stairs, being a few minutes late had advantages, like avoiding anyone who might be in the kitchen getting their morning dose of caffeine.

Quinn scurried into the kitchen, he knew he didn't have much time, Ali would arrive in a few minutes.
"Isa I need to talk to you. Quick." She hurried to his side.
"What is it, Quinn?"
"Creedy and Ali. Creedy is not the same without her." Isa gave him a thoughtful look.
"I would say the same for Ali, they need a good long talk with each other."
"They aren't on speaking terms, you know that."
"What do you suggest then?" She asked, Quinn definitely had something up his sleeve.
"We convince them to talk to each other." She thought about it for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of such actions. She slapped her hand down on the counter.
"Alright then Quinn, I will have a talk with Creedy if you have a talk with Ali."
"Why don't I talk to Creedy? I am his best friend."
"But I've been around Ali more, and you've been around Creedy more so you know what he's all about. You can tell Ali exactly how he feels, and I can do the same for Creedy." Quinn nodded, Isa was a reasonable gal.
"When shall I talk to him?"
"This evening." Isa nodded as Quinn exited.A few minutes later Aliappeared, none the wiser.

Isa, convinced by Quinn and his always wanting to do good heart, found herself heading up to Creedy's room later that evening. Isa had never seen two people happier together than them before that fateful day. They were those two puzzle pieces in the box that came already stuck together and without either one of them the other's life was incomplete. She came up to Creedy's door and gave it a few good hard knocks to wake him up in case he was asleep. She heard the sounds within grow closer to the door and finally the latch being undone and the door creaking open. His hair was askew, his face covered with multiple days of 5 o'clock shadow and his eyes were bleary.
"Good lord Creedy! You look like you've been run over and dragged through the mud."
"You're here because?" He ignored her statement, he didn't think he looked all THAT bad. He stepped aside and Isa walked in and shut the door behind her. He sat down on his bed and offered her the chair.
"I'm here because of Ali."
"What about her?"
"To tell the truth, I had expected things to be better by now. Your both miserable and need to put it all behind you and have a good long chat."
"You don't beat around the bush do you, Isa?"
"No, that's why I'm here. You need to go and talk to her and if you have to say your sorry for everything and grovel, do it. Whatever you have to do, just get back with her."
"She's not dying is she?" Isa groaned. If he was joking she would kill him, one did not joke about in such situations. If he was serious, he was dense beyond belief.
"Of course not Creedy, you're miserable, she's miserable. Why make yourselves miserable when there is no reason to do so? I've seen the way she looks at you when you aren't looking. She still loves you and would like nothing more than to put this behind her and move on with you! It's a shame for two people who are so suited to each other to have to end like this. Just talk to her and if nothing else just say your sorry about everything. Please? I could beg all day and night, give her this if nothing else. And if not for yourself or her then do this for me."
She stood up and walked to the door. She had made her point with Creedy and left him to think over what she had said, she only hoped Quinn was faring well with Ali.

It had to be midnight, though it doesn't really matter when you can't sleep. All the hours between 11 and 4 am were the same. Quiet, dark hours with only yourself for company. Ali had wandered around the castle for a good while before she ended up just sitting at one of the many tables in the kitchen. Quinn seemed to magically appear in the chair next to her, he sat a glass down in front of her and took a sip from his own. She merely fingered the glass and watched the liquid swirl around within. He was completely sure now.
"You alright?" He asked still grimacing from his last swallow. She shrugged. Of course she was not alright.
"I'm alive."
"Alive is good."
"If you say so." Quinn gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Want to talk about it?" She repeated most of the argument that had resulted in her returning to Isa and Mattie's room to him. Quinn was silent for a minute and took the time to take another sip of Black Label.
"You know Creedy's my best friend, but sometimes I even don't like him. He couldn't have meant all that Ali, the Creedy I know wouldn't do that. He loves you with all his heart. I know that if you would just talk to him, then neither of you would be miserable. When your not looking, the way he looks at you...Ali talk to him, I know he loves you. You both need this." A bleak smile crossed her face, tears slipping down her cheeks. He pulled her into his arms and gave her a tight, comforting hug. When they pulled apart from each other Quinn wiped away her tears with his thumbs.
"I don't love him. I don't." What a lie, Quinn could see right through it.
"Things will get better Ali." He leaned over to kiss her cheek, impulsively Ali turned her head and caught his lips with her own. Quinn was surprised beyond words but he didn't pull away, he did the exact opposite and leaned in. Ali's eye's fluttered closed as she gave into the sensation as Quinn's tongue caressed hers in a passionate moment. It felt good yes, it was a great kiss. So different from Creedy's kisses.

Creedy.

Ali pulled away from Quinn like she had burned her lips. What was she doing kissing his best friend?
"I'm so sorry!" She looked frantic.
"I'm sorry Quinn, that wasn't supposed to happen. I-I love Creedy an-and I miss him so much...Oh lord I didn't just do that." Yes she did. She couldn't meet his gaze. Not only had she lied about not loving Creedy but she had also kissed his best friend! 'Stupid stupid stupid.' She mentally kicked herself. She wanted to bang her head on the wall until she became unconscious. Quinn, still in mild shock, wasn't really sure if he should comfort her or leave, he felt he had to do something.
"Ali, I won't tell anyone. Just forget it happened." She nodded, somewhat calmed by his statement, she knew she could always trust Quinn.
"I'll be there for you if you ever need anything." He stood up to leave, heading for the exit. Once there he stopped and turned back to face her.
"When are you going to tell him?" She tensed and paled.
"Tell him what?"
"Creedy should know he's going to be a father."

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No posts for a month! :-P I feels evils! Really I wouldn't do that to you...I'm nice! :-)