Gordo sat up as he realized Ethan had left him to ponder life on his own. The dolls in the room looked at him, all of their eyes focused on something off in the distance some seemed to be looking right at him so he stared back at them.

It was an old doll. Long blonde hair brushed thin, glassy and unreal blue eyes. It was his Lizzie. She had the same slight smile and way of making him feel at ease. He knows this is laughable. The doll looks a Victorian heirloom, and it hasn't been played with in years.

David thinks for a moment, this doll looks like Lizzie, but when he thinks about it he's been treating Lizzie like a doll. He puts her up on a shelf like this doll, he wants her not to have a life outside of him, he wants to keep her safe from him. But Lizzie isn't a doll. She's a human who he is desperately in love with. She deserves to know who he is whether or not she wants him after that.

Gordo stood up, not a feeling of the confusing high he'd just experienced still with him. Instead there was only the certiantly of what to tell Lizzie. He grinned as he opened the door, Lizzie was standing there looking at him, her hand poised to knock.

"God Lizzie" David whispered hugging her, his arms holding her tight. "I'm such an asshole."

"No" Lizzie hugged him back, "No you're not, you're just... conflicted" she said remembering her conversation with Chris.

"No, Lizzie, I've been lying to you, I came here and I almost ruined everything. I need to tell you the truth. You need to hear it." He whispered against her neck, his lips brushing against her skin. He pulled away, his hands on her shoulders, inspecting her in case this was the last time he would ever see her with her in love with him. "You know I love you right?" He whispered.

"God! Gordo! Just tell me!" Lizzie said, her eyes full of concern.

"Where can we go thats private?" David asked, stroking down her arm, enjoying touching her, hoping that in twenty minutes she would still let him.

Lizzie looked at him. "Just tell me, I don't care if it sounds tactful or if its horrible. Just tell me."

"LA sucks Lizzie." He whispered moving away, he couldn't stand to touch her as he started to tell her about it. "My dad can't get a decent job there, he started getting really stressed. Apparently before he met my mom, he smoked a lot of dope. He started again. It wasn't so bad, so I didn't want you to worry about me. But then, he started smacking me around. And you're so perfect. I didn't want you to know. Chris knew. But the same thing happens to her, so she doesn't care"

Lizzie gulped looking up at David. "Why didn't you tell me" She gulped her tears almost overflowing. "Why didn't you tell your mom. Why are you still there. Oh god!" Lizzie looked back at his eye "Why does he hit you?"

"Um" David blinked "Well, I stole his weed"

Lizzie looked up at him, she bit her lip "Why?"

"Because. Um, well"

"You smoke?" Lizzie asked quietly. "Is that it?"

"Me and Chris do" he whispered, "Normally after my dad smacks me, or her mom yells at her, or a guy hits her around. We just go and smoke."

"Is that it?" Lizzie asked, gulping, trying to re order her vision of a man who she was in love with but now hardly knew.

"We talk, I tell her about you. Lizzie, I've been an asshole. I expected you not to change, but you did. And you're amazing. You always are." He gulped leaning against a wall.

"What have you done with Chris."

"What do you mean?" Gordo asked gulping.

"David, you know what I mean. Have you slept with her, kissed her?"

"We've kissed a couple times" He said shakily, "when things got bad, but its just a kiss."

"Just a kiss?" Lizzie whispered. "What does that mean."

"We didn't have any other way of, reaching out. It wasn't sexual."

"David" She gulped, hugging him. "I don't want to loose you" She whispered. "I don't know who I am with out you"

"Lizzie, you seem to think I'm the great one in this relationship. You're the beautiful, understanding, talented, and amazing one." He smiled running a hand through her hair. "I love you, and I haven't trusted you enough. That makes me a stupid asshole. I should have told you this stuff right away instead of trying to protect you."

"Protect me from what?" Lizzie asked.

"Me."

"Thats awful selfish of you" Lizzie laughed as she started crying. "You need to share your problems other wise I'm not a very good girlfriend."

David couldn't belive it. Lizzie still loved him. With all his faults hanging out in the open, and all his issues exposed. She kissed him and opened up the door to the guest room, and for some reason the dolls weren't as scary, and he wasn't sure if it was that he no longer was high, or if he no longer felt that he was hiding something. But the dolls weren't looking at him anymore. And Lizzie was all around him.

Downstairs, Ethan was silently cleaning, he methodically threw away red plastic cups, and didn't even blink when he saw barf or clothing. "Chris, is it wrong to be sick of a girl who everyone expects you to love?"

"No" Chris said, scrubbing something out of a carpet. She had originally intended not to clean anything, but the normalicy of it seemed to have won her over. "Kate right?"

"Yeah. She's just always playing the same stupid games, I don't want that anymore."

"So. Leave her. Let her fuck someone else."

"My parents like her though."

"Ethan" Chris stood up. "Do you like her?"

"No."

"Do you like any of this?" She motioned with the brush to the mess of the party. "Do you like partying?"

"No."

"Then don't do it. Its not worth it."

Ethan looked over at her, a look of astonishment on his face. "You fucking hypocrite!" He laughed suddenly.

"What?" Chris asked.

"You're here because Gordon wants you to be. You don't want to even leave LA!"

"Listen, I do things for David because he's a nice guy. He's the nicest guy I've ever met. And because he's not used to shit like this, he needs help."

"but why did you show up here?"

"So I could fuck you!" Chris said exasperated. "Listen David needed me. I don't mind leaving LA, its not that great there."

"But you hate this place. Right?"

"Yes, but because people here don't get it" Chris sighed. "Look at the people at this party. They don't get that you have to clean, they think you're at wherever they all are right now. Thats why I hate this place." Chris sighed looking over at him. "I mean, David still doesn't get most of it. He thinks that life sucks for him, and that its an exclusive thing. So much of him is still here. He just has shit going on now." She sat down on a leather couch. "He can't see whats right infront of him."

Ethan smiled "You're so right." He grinned kissing her again. Chris laughed smiling as she wrapped her fingers in his hair. "So right."

Author's notes: Sorry this took so long to get out. I really am. -sighs- This chapter just did not want to be written. So I hope this is okay. PLEASE be honest PLEASE! Review Review review!