Hey guys, it's been so long since I've updated but I went out of town and then I had ankle surgery. But I promise I'm going to try to get back in on the game. Keep the reviews coming!

Cory sat on the couch, covered by a small blanket. That was one thing different about Dave's apartment—it was always warm. She'd been staying at Dave's for a few days, and Christmas Eve was only days away. The moment that Mark kissed her, Cory felt more confused than ever. Just two weeks before, Cory was in love with Mark, she met Dave, fell in love with him, and told herself that she didn't love Mark. But then, Mark kissed her. She knew at the moment, that she should have turned and walked out right then. But instead, Cory kissed him back. It was the best moment of her life. She finally felt good about what was happening. Until she pulled away. Mark looked at her, smiled and went in for another kiss, but Cory backed away.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked sadly.

"I—I can't do this."

"Why?"

"Because, Mark can't you see? This is wrong. This is wrong. I have a boyfriend. I love Dave!" The look on Mark's face when Cory said that, about broke Cory's heart. He looked like she had just slapped him.

"I thought you loved me," he said avoiding her eyes.

"Well, I don't," Cory said this coldly. She knew what she said hurt Mark, but she also knew that it probably hurt her more to say it. The two stood there in silence for a few moments when Cory broke it. "I'm going to get my stuff."

"What?"

"I'm going to pack. I'm sure Dave will let me live with him until I can find a place of my own." Cory began walking to her bedroom when Mark stopped her.

"You're leaving me?"

"No I'm just leaving."

"Cory, I—"

"Mark, I really think that for the sake of our friendship, it's best that I leave. I'll just pack some of my things and come back sometime tomorrow to get the rest. When you're not here." Without saying anything, Cory went in her room, and in five minutes came out with a suitcase. In silence, she left the apartment, leaving Mark still standing there in awe.

Now, it was days later and she hasn't spoken to anyone besides Dave. She didn't even go back to get the rest of her things. That day at Mark's was emotionally draining. She immediately ran to Dave's house, where he gratefully opened his arms to her and let her cry on his shoulder. After she calmed down a little, he finally asked her why she was so hysterical. Cory wasn't sure what to say and told him she and Mark had a fight.

She hadn't talked to Mark—or any of her friends since that day. She was too ashamed. Her feelings now, were going crazy. She didn't know what to do. She knew she loved Mark, but the kiss they shared scared the hell out of her. It was the one thing she had been wanting for years. So why wasn't she back home with Mark? Just then the door to the apartment opened.

"Hey baby," Dave said immediately sitting down on the couch next to Cory and kissing her on the lips.

"Hey," Cory said pulling away, "you're home early."

"I told them I didn't feel well. But I'll probably go back later. That a problem?"

"No. Of course not. I was just surprised."

"What time do you have rehearsal?"

"Not until later. What time do you have to go to work?"

"Later."

"Oh really?" Cory said mischievously.

"Yep."

"Well, what do you wanna do until then?"

Dave slipped his hand around her neck, "what do you think I want to do?" Dave kissed Cory again and slowly placed himself on top of her, tugging at the bottom of her shirt.

Cory stopped him, "no Dave."

"Come on baby. Please?"

"No Dave. I told you. I don't want to." Dave got off of Cory and sat next to her. He looked angry. This sort of trait in Dave would have been unusual days ago but ever since Cory had moved in, he'd been this angry, controlling boyfriend that she was sometimes afraid of.

"Cory. I swear, this sweet, innocent virgin act is beginning to get really old. I don't' know how much more I can take."

"Dave, I told you when we first began dating that I was a virgin. And I plan to be one until—"

"Cut the bullshit Cory."

"Dave—"

" I don't understand this 'morals' thing. I mean, this 'bohemian bullshit lifestyle you're always describing to me. I don't get why you live this life, yet you claim to have morals."

"Dave. I have beliefs. Okay? Please, understand. I don't want you to be mad at me. My last boyfriend—"

"Cory. I don't care about him. Okay? This is you and me not you and Roy."

"Ray."

"Whatever. I really don't care."

"Dave. Please." Cory reached up to him, and kissed him again. She and Dave had been having these fights a lot lately. She hated making him angry. She knew that when he got like that, he didn't mean it. He was just caught up in the moment. Then again, what harm would there be to sleep with Dave? After all, Cory did love him.

Mark awoke sweaty. The last few nights, he'd woken up to really bad dreams. All about Cory of course. He got up, reached for his glasses and walked into the kitchen. Roger and Mimi were in there eating.

"About time you woke up," Roger said.

"What's for breakfast?" Mark asked sitting down. Usually, he would be the one answering this question, but for the past few days he'd been sleeping in. Mark would try to sleep, but fail. So he'd get up and work on his film. Before long, he'd be so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. He'd try to go back to sleep and usually wound up falling asleep around two or three in the morning.

"It's lunch time now. You missed breakfast," Mimi said worried, "are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just . . . tired."

"We can tell." Roger said.

"You haven't been acting like yourself recently."

"I guess I just have other things on my mind," Mark said as he took a banana and started peeling it.

"Like Cory?" Mimi asked. Mark looked up at her, then went to get coffee, ignoring her.

"Mark, what happened to you and Cory? She hasn't spoken to you in days." Roger said.

"She hasn't spoken to any of us in days. What went on?" Mark got his coffee and sat back down at the counter, facing his friends.

"We had a fight," Mark said dryly.

"We know that dumb ass," Roger said, receiving a soft punch in the arm by Mimi.

"She loves Dave, she wanted to move out and go live with him." This was nothing they didn't know.

"We know that. Is that what the fight was about?" Mimi asked him.

"Sort of."

"Mark, just cut the bullshit and tell us what happened."

"We're worried about you." Mark looked up. Mimi did look concerned. Even Roger looked concerned. He wasn't as bad ass as he wanted everyone to think he was. He understood why they were worried. He was acting weird. Not sleeping, barely eating. He was always grumpy.

He sighed heavily and said, "we kissed."

"What? That's wonderful!" Mimi said.

"Wait, am I hearing this right? You kissed?" Roger seemed confused.

"Yeah. We did."

"And you kicked her out?"

"What? Are you crazy? I was the one who initiated the kiss! I begged her to stay!"

"And she walked out on you?"

"Yeah. Just like that."

"Well, what are you gonna do?"

"There's nothing I can do Mimi, Cory hates me."

"No she doesn't. Cory loves you. She has for years!"

"Well, she must have grown out of it because from the way we left things the other day, I'm not exactly her favorite person anymore."

"She must be confused or something."

"Yeah, well I really don't want to talk about it anymore if that's alright with you," Mark got up and began walking to his bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Mimi asked him.

"I'm going to work on my film." And with that, Mark shut himself in his room and didn't come out for hours. This was one habit Mark had taken up since the day he and Cory kissed. He told him self that if he couldn't have Cory, then he'd spend the rest of his days trying to finish his film. So far, it hadn't been going the way he wanted it. All he'd been doing was staring at clips of Cory