Hey guys! I know last chapter something about Brazilians left some of you a little upset and I wanted to apologize. It literally meant nothing. I was trying to relate that to Nicky's life being that she's detached to her mother and that boyfriend of hers is the whole reasons and I think it was something about Brazil mentioned. That's all that was about. Once again, I'm sorry and I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Also, thanks for all the reviews.

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With Larry out of town for the weekend in Florida with his family for a funeral, Piper's weekend basically consisted of nothing. Aside from some business deliveries, she was looking at a weekend with nothing to do.

She had taken a long walk this evening at Griffith Park and read a nice book over a warm cup of tea. It helped her clear her mind a little bit… or should we say, helped her get Alex out of her mind?

She's been waiting… jumping whenever her phone vibrated just hoping Alex had finally made up her mind to use that number she clearly remembers scribbling for her on a post-it note.

She shouldn't even care right? Alex is her teacher after all but somehow, she couldn't help it. When she doesn't get what she wants, she becomes annoyed beyond her level of comfort and that doesn't flow well with her.

So yeah, here she was, sitting in front of her enormously, huge flat screen TV having a solo date night with Barefoot Contessa. It gave her a strong urge to cook/bake… to release the tension but then again, she was too lazy for that. So once again, laziness won over Brain and instead, she stayed on the couch getting fat on Thai takeouts and a nice bottle of red wine.

She couldn't believe she blew up an invitation to the River Court and at Joe's for this. But somehow, it was comfortable. Maybe that's exactly what she needed at the moment. A night alone…

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Knock

"YES!"

It's unreal… it feels so goddamn amazing… just…

Knock…knock…

"FUCK, ALEX! Yeees! Don't stop!"

"Oh God… Yes… right there! I'm cumming!"

Heart racing in her chest, legs shaking and lips trembling, sweat pouring from her pores, she was reaching the edge of that cliff and a dear friend of hers was waving at her to take the plunge… so close to release.

And then…

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

Where was that sound coming from?

knoooock!

"Pipeeeer!"

This time she heard her name but it wasn't Alex… it couldn't be. Alex was between her legs doing things to her… things that felt so fucking amazing, she couldn't put a name to and someone— whoever the fuck it was that was making that fucking knocking sound and yelling her name was keeping her from reaching her happy ending and triumphing to the finish line.

"Piper, it's me! Open up!"

She had fallen asleep on the couch with the TV on.

Her eyes flashed open! She's breathless, her nipples hard and piercing through her shirt. The U2 shirt she wore wasn't the only thing soaked though. And she just feels pissed off at whoever the fuck was her door at this ungodly hour of the night.

Two a.m.

No, she's not just pissed at this point! She's enraged, infuriated, and fucking left unsatisfied.

Whoever was at the door better be really fucking important for dragging her from that oh-so-steamy-sexy dream where she was a naughty school girl getting her delicious punishment from her hot teacher.

Spanking, handcuffs, nipple tweaking and all!

God… those felt great.

She almost expected to feel the burn on her ass.

Dream Piper did.

"Pipeeees!"

Rubbing her eyes with a pout, she again came to the realization that someone was at her door and she was beyond pissed at them.

"I'm fucking coming. Shit!"

She swung the door open, ready to give whoever it was a piece of her mind but what she got instead was a body falling over her… literally knocking her over and the unpleasant smell of Jack Daniels bourbon.

"Pornstache?!" She exclaimed.

Oh hell no!

"Oh, MY PIPSI. You look so cute!" Mendez grinned, clearly drunk. "I missed you Pipeeer!"

"Okay." Piper nodded.

Definitely drunk.

She kicked the door closed behind her, draped Mendez's hand over her shoulder and dragged his body to the nearest couch in the living room.

The things she does for Larry.

"Dude, you're shithead wasted." Piper noted.

"Life— Pipes. Life." George looked up at her and Piper couldn't help but feel sad for him.

"I'm gonna get you some coffee and save you from a very mean hangover in the morning." She told him.

She still wasn't pleased about being pulled from that dream but Mendez as screwed up as he is, he's like Cal to Piper. A brother.

Getting up, she let go of Mendez's hand and went to the kitchen. She brewed him a fresh cup of strong coffee and as she waited, she became annoyed again.

"W—were you sleeping?" Mendez asked.

Piper nodded. "Yeah. But I'm glad you came." Maybe she lied a little bit but Mendez is more than a friend. He's family and she liked that he felt it was safe to come to her because it could've been worse. He could've been in jail because he's not just drunk. He's baked to the bones.

Not good.

She came back in the living room with a hot cup of coffee in her hand. Black. No sugar.

"Drink." She said with authority, sitting down at the edge of the sofa next to Mendez.

He sat up and gratefully took the cup from Piper. However tasting it, he wasn't so grateful for that.

"Fucking gross!" He spurt.

Piper rolled her eyes, contemplating smacking him upside the head. "I would drink without much judgment if I were you." She said.

After drinking half the cup down, Mendez slid back down on the couch exhaustingly. It was quiet for a second as Piper ran her fingers through his dark hair.

"You need to stop." She told him.

"He's back in town." Mendez revealed.

He as in his father and that's never good.

"That's no reason for you to get like that." Piper said brokenheartedly. "You need to stop fearing your dad. I understand you two don't have much of a relationship but you really need to get your shit together."

Mendez is that kid. You know… rich background. Mother died when he was just a baby. A father who works tirelessly and never really had time for him. Growing up, their conversation was a minute long and his father, Victor Mendez would throw his credit card at him as if it would solve everything.

Not much of a relationship there.

His father got under his nerves more than anybody and looking at him made Mendez afraid of becoming that man. kid's tough but deep down; he's just like all of us. Human. He has feelings even though he mostly shoves them down and gets fucked up to forget all about it. He's human and he's fragile.

"You're my family Pipes." He traced circles in Piper's palm. A gesture Piper found cute in his state of vulnerability.

"You're my family too." She smiled. "That's why I can't lose you, man. I've had too many loses as it is."

As much as it broke Piper's heart to say it, it was true.

"I love you, Piper."

Piper's heard those words many times but expect this time, it sounded different. With him so vulnerable… it sounded so different. Not in a friendly type of way… just different.

"Larry's my best buddy and he likes you but I saw you first in those hallways at school." He spoke sleepily. "I wanted you first and I loved you first but you know… he's my best friend and he's less fucked up than I am."

Um, what?

"You deserve much better so I never told you. I never want to be a person that could hurt you. You're too good and special. My angel."

Piper swallowed hard, clearing her throat. "How about you get some sleep hunh?" She laughed away the sadness in her voice. "That way when I kick your ass in the morning, I can enjoy it."

"Okay."

She got up and walked fast down the hallway to get extra pillows and a blanket for him to crash on the couch. With her back pressed against the wall, Piper felt like she was about to explode because she was so overwhelmed with tears.

He's so broken and he loves her.

What's wrong with her?

She returned shortly after composing herself. Mendez was passed out on the couch. His hand balled in a fist rested under his chin and his long legs came up to his chest in a big spoon.

Figuring he was too far-gone to wake him up and stretch the sofa into a bed, Piper spread a warm blanket over his body and lifted his head gently to place a comfortable pillow under him.

When she turned around to leave, she felt him catch her wrist and pull her back to him. His lips catching hers, Piper froze in silence. Despite the smell of alcohol in his breath, he had the softest lips.

And for a second, Piper overlooked it. All reason flying out her mind, she kissed him back. She felt nothing but she's lonely and he's drunk.

She jumped. LP (lower Piper) would do anything for some release over that dream. Heart knew better but Brain was everywhere and she couldn't think straight.

But somehow, she found it in her to pull away. She couldn't do it. She was fucked up too and she knew how far she could go to losing her shit. If she fucked Mendez in the state he's in right now, she'll be taking advantage of him and tomorrow she'll wake up hating herself for it and that feeling was shitty. She didn't want it.

No. She couldn't for many reasons.

Him and Larry being best friends was one of the reasons too.

"I'm, I'm sorry." Mendez stammered. "I'm so sorry, Pipes. I shouldn't have done that."

"It's okay." Piper stroked his forehead affectionately. "Don't worry about it. Just get some sleep." She whispered.

Mendez nodded— fighting past his exhaustion, she dropped his head on the pillow and watched as Piper turned off the TV and the lights on her way to her bedroom.

"Hey," He called.

Piper stopped. "Yeah."

"Thanks, Pipes." He said gratefully.

"Don't mention it." Piper replied. "Sleep."

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Piper raced down the hallway to her bedroom and closed the door behind her. Leaning against it, she threw her head back and closed her eyes. Phone in hand, she clenched at it, wishing more than anything the fucking thing would fucking beep.

She needed Polly.

Not really. She needed Alex.

Yes. Alex.

No definitely Polly.

Polly's her best friend right? That's whom she should talk to about this.

But Brain says Alex.

Fuck! She wanted to scream as the realization came crushing down on her.

She's not even sure if she's in love with her actual boyfriend (can't really blame her on this one because she's not old enough to know all about being in love) but she's having crazy nasty dreams about her AP history hot teacher and the sex is fucking unreal. We're talking steamy, sweaty, sheet-clawing fucking and she's fucking pissed off that her dreams are sadly the closest thing she'll ever get to actually having Alex Vause between her legs making her eyes roll in it's socket. Then there's Mendez who just told her he loves her but he's so broken… she can't.

She's fucked. That's the realization. She's double dipped in three shades of fuck and they all had names.

Larry Bloom.

Alex Vause.

George Mendez.

"Fuck."

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Guys this is it! Love triangle! The start to drama and I hoped you guys enjoyed it. Leave me a review and let me know your thoughts. Until next time, Xoxo.