A/N: Here's another chapter. Enjoy!

"Hey, sleepyhead" Julie said and nudged her slightly. Elizabeth mumbled in protest before she pulled her blanket closer around herself. "At least make some space then" she said and Elizabeth grudgingly shifted in her bed. Julie flopped down next to her and pulled at her blanket.

"Last time I checked you still had your own bed" Elizabeth grumbled and loosened her grip on the blanket. Julie slipped underneath it and Elizabeth was rewarded with a pair of cold feet.

"It's almost noon. It's suspicious to find you still in bed at this time"

"Have you ever thought of the possibility that I might want to sleep in?" Elizabeth asked and buried her face in her pillow. She was awake since 8 in the morning, but hadn't found the nerve to get out of bed. Her bed was her refuge - or rather it had been until a few moments ago.

"I have" Julie said and punched the corner of Elizabeth's pillow into a more comfortable position.

"Somehow I can sense a 'but' coming" Elizabeth mumbled.

"But" Julie pronounced it clearly "You never sleep in. You're usually long up and running before I even start waking up" she explained and then paused. "I only remember you staying in bed this long when John was here. It's..." she fell silent and Elizabeth opened an eye to look at her. Julie was scanning her bedroom.

"He's not hiding in my closet, Julie"

"But it's him, isn't it?" she asked and Elizabeth pulled the blanket over her head. "You know what? You remind me of my 16-year-old self, suffering from the most horrible lovesickness possible" her friend's muffled voice said. Elizabeth lifted a corner of her blanket.

"We had sex" she mumbled.

"What?"

"We had sex" she repeated and Julie raised an eyebrow at her.

"You didn't" she said and when Elizabeth didn't say anything her other eyebrow rose, too. "You really did. When did that happen?"

"Last night"

"Yeah, I figured that much" Julie said sarcastically and Elizabeth kicked her underneath the blanket. "I mean when did you make the decision to have sex with him again? When did that happen?" she added and propped herself up on her elbow to look down at Elizabeth.

"I didn't decide anything. It just happened"

"It just happened? I thought you accompanied Michael to a barbecue party"

"It was Richard Sheppard's barbecue" Elizabeth said and understanding dawned on Julie's face.

"And John was there and you had sex"

"Not exactly, but yeah" Julie looked at her questioningly. "He wasn't really at the party, but I left with him. We went painting a plane" Julie looked confused.

"Is it necessary for me to understand that?" she asked. Elizabeth shook her head and rolled onto her back. Her fingers began playing with the edge of her blanket. She turned her head to look at Julie. "You still love him, don't you?" she asked gently.

"I..." Elizabeth started, but then fell silent. Instead she nodded. She had asked herself that question over and over again and had always come to the same result: she loved him. No matter what. "I really shouldn't" she said miserably. "Not after what happened. I spent the past few months with trying to forget him and then, suddenly, he's there, wiping paint off my cheek and..." she broke off with a sigh. Julie reached out and wiped a curl from Elizabeth's face.

"Did you two talk about what happened?" she asked and Elizabeth shook her head. "Then go and talk to him, Elizabeth. He's a great guy, even when he's married"

"Not anymore. The divorce was finalized yesterday" she said and Julie smiled.

"He kept his word. That makes him an even greater guy. Judging from what you've told me getting divorced sounds like he has given his father a rather huge setback"

"It has. Evan said that John and his father are on the warpath"

"Then go and talk to him, Elizabeth. You owe him that much"

"I do?"

"You said it yourself: he and his father are on the warpath. It's not your fault, of course not, but John did it for you. He was willing to risk a huge fight with his father. God, it's like in 'Romeo & Juliet'" Julie sighed. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at her.

"They die in the end"

"Right. Without the dying and the family feud of course, but the tragedy is pretty much the same"

"Comparing us with 'Romeo & Juliet' isn't really helping. Their story ends in a disaster"

"Yeah, but your story has already ended in a disaster. What have you got to lose? This is me nudging you in the right direction" Julie said and poked her in the shoulder. Elizabeth sighed.

"You're annoying, you know that?" she asked and turned her head to look at Julie.

"I know" she said and stole Elizabeth a big part of the blanket to tug it closely around herself. "But you love me. Don't even try to deny it. And now get out of bed and find him or I'll think abut moving into your bed indefinitely"