Author's Note: Sorry this chapter took so long...having trouble writing this one! Anyway, thanks for the reviews folks...things get a little resolved in this chapter. Hope you like it!

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Chapter 8: I'm sorry

"Hey" Charlie walked in at around one, Carla had been sleeping on the couch, he leaned down and kissed her softly. She woke up and smiled at him. "Sorry I'm late, practice ran long."

"It's OK," she said sitting up. "What's up?"

"I have wonderful news for you," he smiled. "Are you ready to meet coach?"

"Now?" She asked groggily.

"No," he laughed, "Next week?"

"He's going to be in town next week?" Carla asked, now waking up.

"Not exactly," Charlie smiled, "but he is going to be in New York."

"Charlie," Carla squealed and threw her arms around his neck. "Thank you!"

"Besides, I was talking to Fulton earlier," he smirked, "they definitely need you." She laughed. "Why didn't you tell me that that was Julie's problem?"

"It didn't seem that important," Carla shrugged, "I knew they would work it out. I didn't think I need to go out there."

"You need a lot more insight into the Julie and Tammy relationship if you thought that." Charlie shook his head. "Standing in a room with the two of them may have been the most awkward thing I've ever experienced."

"You obviously weren't there that morning Gunnar met Dean," Carla laughed, "Or ever been in a room with Gary and Guy."

"I'm serious," he shook his head, "they bring out the worst in each other. Once in high school, we were all at this party. It was right after Scooter left for college, so Julie showed up alone. Tammy sees this and immediately, for whatever reason can't take her hands off Fulton."

"Bitch," Carla shook her head. Nothing was worse than going someplace alone and seeing someone with their boyfriend.

"Right, so Julie responds in uniquely Julie fashion," Charlie nodded, "What's something that Julie can handle that most other girls can't?"

"Oh no," Carla giggled, "Tequila!"

"Yup," he nodded, "She and Portman split a bottle, but he didn't get much. Julie did have a date to that party, Mr. Jose Cuervo."

"Yes, I've seen her on dates with him," Carla nodded, "She's very attentive."

"Yes she is," Charlie nodded, "So not to be outdone, and equally inebriated Tammy walks up to Julie, and says that Julie makes a very impressive boy and that was probably why her boyfriend chose college over her, to which Julie responded with a very witty, and very mature, 'Fuck you, you dirty slut! At least I've never cheated on him.'" Charlie stopped, "Now we all know that Tammy used to cheat on Fulton, but because we've known her forever and he always seemed to look the other way, so did we." He shook his head. "So Tammy, lovely angel that she is, slaps Julie, in a very girly way."

"And Julie," Carla finished, "being Julie and having spent the evening with Mr. Cuervo, I'm guessing did not take this in a very girly way?"

"Tammy had the worst black eye I've ever seen," Charlie laughed. "Anyway, ever since then, they walk around on egg shells around each other, but they still compete, it's just less blatant. And now poor Portman is stuck in the middle."

"Poor Portman?" Carla said, "What about Julie? She's the victim here!"

"Oh no," Charlie said, "I am not going there."

"Not going where?" She asked, "You actually think she's in the wrong?"

"I didn't say that," he said, "But I don't think she had a right to be mad at him for sleeping with someone else, while she was engaged."

"She wasn't mad at him for sleeping with someone else," Carla said, "She was mad at him for sleeping with Tammy."

"Carla, it's not something I want to fight about," he shook his head, "OK?"

"OK," she sighed, "No you're right, it's not our fight."

"Good," he kissed her, "Do you want to go to bed?"

"I'm too sleepy," she shrugged, "I'm going to stay here."

"OK," he sighed defeated, "See you in the morning."

"I'm sorry," Tammy said that night, while she and Julie sat on the couch, everyone else was asleep.

"What?" Julie looked at her, this was the first time they had spoken since Tammy and Guy got there.

"I'm sorry," she said, "that I'm slept with him."

"I'm sorry," Julie shook her head.

"You didn't do anything," Tammy looked at her. "You just apologized because I did!"

"I'm sorry I freaked out and stormed out of here," Julie said, "it was childish."

"We often make each other act like children," Tammy pointed out. "I'm sorry about that night in college that I accidentally on purpose knocked you into Banks's pool while you were wearing that white dress and no underwear."

"I'm sorry I keyed your car the night before to provoke that," Julie sighed.

"I'm sorry I tried make out with Scooter at your prom," Tammy said. "I should apologize to Fulton for that one too," she said quietly.

"I'm sorry I gave you a black eye." Julie said.

"I'm sorry I slapped you," Tammy laughed.

"I'm sorry I called you a slut," Julie traced back and giggled herself.

"I'm sorry I called you a lesbian," Tammy said, "in so many words."

"I'm sorry I drank ¾ of a bottle of tequila." Julie broke into a fit of giggles. "I'm sorry I joined the team."

"I'm sorry I quit the team," Tammy laughed.

"I'm sorry that we were both born with blonde hair," Julie said, "and a predisposition towards Bash Brothers." They laughed for a few minutes and then got quiet.

"I'm really sorry I cheated on Fulton all of those times," Tammy said quietly. "I'm even more sorry he kept forgiving me, which is why I kept doing it."

"Did you love him?" Julie looked over at her, she was crying. She nodded.

"Did, do, always will," she giggled between the tears, "it's why that guy in Paris broke up with me. I blew it though," she sighed, "this he won't forgive me for."

"He might," Julie said quietly, "you know, he and I have a lot in common. What with the constant heartbreak and forgiveness."

"He talked about you the whole time," Tammy said. Obviously the conversation was turning.

"Ew," Julie scrunched her face, "During?"

"Not during," Tammy said, "but before, and after, and the next morning. He really loves you."

"I know," Julie said, "that's why I keep taking him back. God, Tammy, I love him so much."

"Bashes and their blondes," Tammy shrugged, Julie laughed, this was something that Charlie used to say, during the one year that they had been two happy couples. "What are you going to do?"

"You know what else I love about her?" Dean mumbled as he and Tammy stumbled out of the bar, "That she doesn't take shit from anyone. I mean, ever since we were kids, she'll lay out anyone who gives her shit. It's really hot."

"Did you know," Tammy said, "that my ex boyfriend accused me of stealing from him! Stealing! Me! I don't steal, I cheat, I lie, I manipulate, but I don't steal."

"Of course you don't steal," he laughed, "you're a hot blonde, what you want people give you, you don't have to take anything."

"You think I'm hot?" She giggled.

"You know you're hot," he rolled his eyes.

"Portman," Tammy said quietly moving close to him. "I don't want to be alone tonight."

"Me neither," he whispered, she smiled at him and kissed him. "Tammy, I,"

"Don't say anything," she whispered, "Don't think about it."

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