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Chapter 7: Making Up

Julie walked into the apartment after work she saw Tammy and Guy sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee.

"Where is he?" She said quietly.

"Bedroom," Guy pointed to Julie's slightly cracked open door. She nodded and walked over and slipped in. He was on the floor in his sweats doing sit ups.

"You still do that when you're stressed?" She smiled. He always relieved stress by working out.

"I'll keep doing it as long as it helps," he shrugged, doing one more and staying up. "Hi."

"Hi," she said quietly, sitting on the bed. "So, we have a lot to talk about."

"Yeah," he nodded. "I'll start if you want."

"Whatever," she said.

"Were you planning on telling me you saw him?" He asked.

"Yes," she nodded, "as soon as I got in today."

"OK," he said, "are you going to call him?"

"Yes," she said, waiting for the explosion.

"To tell him you want to see him," He gave her a look, "or to tell him to never call you again?"

"I haven't decided yet," she sighed.

"OK," he nodded. "That's fair. If you do see him, what will it be?"

"Catching up I guess," she sighed, "maybe some closure. I don't know, but like I said, I haven't even decided if I want to see him, so I really couldn't say. I do know that the plan for seeing him again, when or if I ever saw him again, was not supposed to be how it was this morning."

"Oh really," Dean said, trying to hold back his anger, "And what was it supposed to be?"

"It was supposed to be me, looking unspeakably fabulous," she said, "wearing like Chanel couture, with you there of course and us being disgustingly happy and affectionate, so that he knew I didn't choose you over him to be unhappy walking down the street in a cheap suit with dirty hair."

"But I'm there?" He said.

"Of course," she nodded, "you're always there, even when you aren't there. You were there this morning, because I was mad at you, so I looked like a bag lady." He laughed.

"Ok," he said, "you're turn."

"Alright," she took a deep breath, "Do you think she's prettier than me?"

"No," he said, "well, maybe, if you're into the whole flaky stereotypical, big boobs, light blonde hair thing. But you have way more going for you than she does."

"Like what," Julie straightened up.

"Let's see," he said, "Well, I love you, so there's that. You're smart, you didn't break my best friend's heart," she laughed.

"Was she better than me?" She looked at him, with an honest vulnerability in her eyes.

"You two really have to stop this competing thing," he said, "if you really thought that I was going to be comparing you to her in that department."

"Answer the question Dean," she said.

"Absolutely not." He said, "No one is better than you."

"Why did you do it?" She finally asked.

"I was drunk," he said, "and heart broken. I thought that I had lost you forever, and that scared me. She was there, and kind of feeling the same way. It happened, we realized right away how stupid it was."

"Is Fulton really OK with it?" She said, since they were being honest.

"No," he shook his head, "he's not talking to me. Or her, but since they haven't spoken in about a year anyway, that's not too hard."

"I'm sorry," she said, sliding down next to him. "For freaking out."

"Me too," he smiled and kissed her. "Babe," she laughed, he hadn't used that particular term of endearment lately, "I'm in it for the long haul this time." She looked at him. "I'm serious, I'm not going anywhere."

"You should go to a shower at least," she smiled, "You smell like a foot."

"You love it," he said tickling her into a position under him.

"Stop that," she gasped between giggles.

"Tell me you love it," he said, as he continued to tickle.

"I love it," she smacked him and then kissed him deeply. "I love you."

"I love you too," he said and then stood up. "Alright well, I have to take a shower."

"You know something," she said, standing up after him and winking, "I have to take one too."

Connie came in from work to see them sitting their too. She looked at them, head cocked to the side and sat down. She smiled.

"What are you so happy about?" Guy shifted his eyes to her.

"She's in love," Tammy said, "Lucky bitch."

"Oh right," Guy smiled, "When do I get to be reintroduced, by the way?"

"Eventually," Connie smirked. "I'm not sure that we're in the meet my gay ex boyfriend phase yet. And speaking of,"

"Oh no," he said, "I've been waiting for this,"

"When do I get to meet this guy that Gary seems to know so much about," Connie poked him. Tammy laughed, she had never seen them together, at least not since Guy came out. But she liked how they were interacting.

"There is no guy that Gary seems to know so much about," Guy said, "at least, not anymore."

"I'm sorry," she said. "In that case,"

"Connie no," he said, "Don't get any ideas."

"Fine," she shrugged. "Where are Julie and Dean?"

"Taking a shower," Tammy said with a sigh.

"OK," Connie nodded, "so it's safe to talk." She turned to Tammy, "What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't," she said, "How's that for an answer?"

"It's not a good one," Connie shook her head, "Because I know you. You think about everything."

"You don't want to know what I was thinking," she said, "because it will make you hate me forever."

"After you ran off to Paris leaving Fulton broken hearted, nothing could make me hate you forever," Connie pointed out.

"I was thinking," she sighed, "I was thinking, maybe this was the way I could finally win."

"Oh Tammy," Guy said, "No, lie before you say that."

"I wasn't thinking clearly," she said. "But that's what I was thinking. I could finally beat Julie, once and for all. I could have Portman, when she had passed."

"Wow," Connie said, processing it. "That is incredibly bitchy."

"Which is why I didn't want to tell you," Tammy sighed, "I'm not proud of myself OK? It was a horrible, horrible mistake. The whole thing was just so, God, I don't know, stupid, I guess?"

"Yes," Guy nodded, "stupid is a very good word for it."

"Oh shut up," Tammy said, "you slept with your girlfriend's gay best friend."

"That was stupid too," Guy said, "And Connie forgave me, didn't you Connie."

"Four years later," Connie nodded, "but yes, I forgave you."

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