A/N Hey there, groovy readers. Ah I love you all. I really do. You're so fantabulous! This is quite a short chapter, but sweet me thinks so... hope you enjoy! Please review!

Chapter 10-Ray

I was eating pizza when I realised I had left my guitar back at the apartment, and I had a band rehearsal tomorrow. I didn't want to interrupt whatever Neela and Gallant had going on, but I needed my guitar.

"Hey, is it alright if I use my phone. I need to go and get my guitar from the apartment but I want to make sure I'm not... interrupting anything," I asked Pratt.

"Sure," he replied. I got up and went to the phone. The answer phone picked it up, I listened to Neela's formal message with a smile, "Hey Neela, it's Ray. I'm just wondering when it would be ok to come and pick up my guitar, I need it for tomorrow, so if you just call me at..."

"Ray?" She interrupted me by picking up the phone.

"Oh hi, I didn't think you'd pick up."

"I... did it."

"Did what?" I asked with a frown, she sounded really serious and kind of upset.

"I broke up with Michael."

"Oh... really?"

"No I'm bloody joking."

"Sorry... I just didn't think you would. I mean I saw you two today and I thought you'd made up your mind... the other way."

She was silent on the other end of the phone. Then I heard a knock at the door, at this end. Pratt got up to answer it. I guessed it was probably Gallant.

"Look, Neela, I'd better go, but I'll come round soon ok?"

"Ok," she said, sounding miserable. I hung up just as Pratt led Gallant in.

"What's wrong?" He was asking.

"She broke up with me," Gallant answered, he sounded as bad as Neela. Then he looked at me.

"I just spoke to her, I'm really sorry man," I said. He glared at me.

"Why the hell were you speaking to her? You're just her room-mate. Or do you want to be more, is that it? Was it you who put this idea in her head?" He started walking towards me.

"No, of course not," I began to say, but he punched me, I stumbled backwards and put my hand to my lip, it was bleeding. "Shit," I muttered, it hurt like hell.

Pratt grabbed him, "Michael, what the hell?"

Gallant slid down the wall till he was sitting on the floor, his knees against his chest. Tears were running down his cheeks. "I'm sorry... I don't know what... I didn't mean to, I just don't want her to... shit shit shit."

"That's alright," I said, wiping blood away form my face. "Look, I'll go and... get my guitar."

Pratt nodded to me, "Alright, see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, um, bye." I made my way out of the apartment. My face was still stinging, and I felt really guilty. Because truth be told, I'd wanted Neela to break up with Gallant. I couldn't lie to myself, I really liked her. And I didn't want her to be upset either, and she had seemed upset before, when she talked to me about him. Now though, I wasn't sure, because she seemed a hell of a lot more upset. GodIwas so fucking confused.

I opened the door with my key and went to look for her. She was sitting on the sofa staring at a blank screen. "Neela?"

She turned to face me, her eyes red and still full of tears. "The remote's not working."

I switched the television on at the wall, it flared into life.

"Oh."

I grabbed a blanket and sat next to her, pulling it round her. "You want anything?"

"Did I make the right decision?"

"I don't know Neela, only you can know that. But, it took a lot of courage to do what you did, and I don't think you would have done that lightly. So... yeah I think you probably did."

She leaned against me, her head on my shoulder. She turned the T.V over to the Classic Movie Channel, Audrey Hepburn stepped out of a cab, "It's Breakfast at Tiffany's, do you mind?"

"No, whatever you want to watch."

"Thank you."

She didn't last more than five minutes before she fell asleep, but I didn't change the channel. It wasn't my kind of film, but I thought I'd watch it anyway. I watched our scene, the "doing things you've never done" and had to laugh to myself. When Holly and Paul kissed for the first time I had to turn it over. There was some motorbike programme on. Good manly stuff that'd take my mind off the beautiful girl sleeping next to me. Because I still wasn't allowed to like her, she'd just broken up with her boyfriend and was devastated. I was not allowed to have feelings for her, she was my room-mate and colleague and it was way too complicated. But I couldn't stop myself.

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