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Brylee dug through her closet for a moment, then picked up a pair of jeans off the floor and pulled them on, then grabbed a new sweater and slid it on quickly. Sure, she was surprised James just showed up, but she was glad he made the first move (again) because she knew quite well she would have an epic fail if she had to do it.

James was in the bathroom, still sitting there, willing his "problem" to go away. And it was kind of working. He just didn't want to embarrass himself in front of a girl he hadn't seen in eight years. He wanted her to think he was doing okay and that she could take him back and not worry about getting her heart broken again.

Brylee walked down the stairs, and noticed that James wasn't in the foyer anymore.

"James?" she called out as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Fuck,'' James said, jumping up and walking over to the sink. "Um, I'll be right out."

"Okay," the woman said, brushing it off as nothing. "I'll be in the kitchen."

James looked at himself in the mirror, then squeezed his eyes shut and wished his hard on would go away. He sighed deeply when the confides of his jeans felt normal again, then he unlocked the door and walked down the hallway.

Brylee was currently digging through her cabinets, looking for something to eat, but she sighed when she found hardly anything. She knew she had to take a trip to the grocery store, and tomorrow she had to go to work, but she didn't just want to kick James out. Not after he did all these things for her.

She turned around, and James was standing by the island, and he grinned at her when she looked over at him.

"You wouldn't mind running a quick errand with me, would you?" she asked sheepishly.

"No, not at all. It'll give us time to catch up," he said.

Brylee's heart almost stopped. Catch up.

She couldn't do that. Because that meant that James would probably find out about her fucked up relationship with Jake, which was the last thing he wanted her to know.

She had already told James about how she messed up her life, but she never specified what exactly was messed up.

"Alright," she said, walking over to him. "Let's go."

(Page Break.)

"So, how are the guys?" Brylee asked, making conversation as she drove to the grocery store.

"You remember them?" James was genuinely surprised. He didn't think she'd remember them, but he had to admit, they were hard to forget.

"Of course I do," she laughed. "You made me spend practically every weekend with them."

"I never made you do such a thing!" he said dramatically, throwing his hand up. The brunette rolled her eyes, even though she was smiling. If she and James could have this sort of relationship, maybe even something a little more beneficial, why not?

"Would you just answer my question?" she asked again, making a left at the stop sign.

"I haven't talked to Kendall or Carlos in a few weeks, but last time I did, they were doing really well."

"What are they doing now?"

"Kendall's playing hockey in Canada, and Carlos is doing border control in Texas."

"Really?" Brylee was shocked. Carlos was a little ball of energy, and that was really the last thing she expecting him to do after spending six years in LA, he'd find something to do there. But border control? That was one of the most dangerous places you could work! But if anyone could handle it, it would be Carlos.

"Yup. And Logan's a-"

"Doctor," she finished. "I've seen him at the hospital before."

James nodded, but wondered if the two had ever spoken since Logan started working there. He was going to ask her, but she said something else first.

"And what have you been doing?"

The million dollar question.

"Uh, some little roles on TV shows and movies, but that's about it," he said, glancing out the window.

"Oh, no sleeping around?"

Brylee didn't mean to say it, but it just came out. She wasn't angry, or bitter or upset. It was more like…teasing. She didn't know if he really did something like that, but to be totally honest, she wouldn't be surprised. James whipped his head to look at the girl sitting less than three feet away from him.

He wanted to say Yes, I slept around. A lot, but he just couldn't. It wasn't the same thing he did with Brylee. He made love with her. The other girls, he just had sex with them. One night things, maybe two hook-ups, never more.

He started his random hook-ups a few months after breaking up with Brylee. It's not like he couldn't make himself orgasm or anything, he just needed more than just that. So he found girls who were in the same mindset as him, and wouldn't get attached.

"James," Brylee said, a smile on her face. James looked over. "I was kidding. You look like you're about to cry or something."

He stifled a laugh, to try and cover up what he was feeling. No, he had to tell her. He felt like it was his responsibility to.

"No," he said. The woman looked over, looking confusing.

"What?"

"I mean, yes, I slept around." He looked down at his hands, completely embarrassed now, and he could feel his cheeks burning.

Brylee felt her jaw tighten involuntarily. She didn't know why this made her angry, she didn't think it would, but she was pissed.

"Oh," she said. Now things were awkward.

"What have you been up to since I left?" James asked, changing the subject.

James admitted what he had done, so Brylee felt the need to tell him how messed up her own life had gotten in the past eight years.

"I've been working at the high school," she said, trying to cover up the crack in her voice.

"Teaching English," he said, smiling. He already knew that's what it had to be. He remembered that they had met in their eleventh grade English class, and she knew everything about anything in that class.

It probably didn't seem like that hard of a class, but with those books they were reading, they had a lot of translation they had to do since they were old English, and she was just able to figure it out. Then James found out she read books like that all the time. She was brilliant, to put it simply.

"Yeah," Brylee laughed. "Tenth grade."

James laughed too, then said "Ah, those little demons."

"They're not that bad. You should come in to class one day. I'm sure the girls would be all over you," she joked.

"I'm sure half of them listened to Big Time Rush when they were seven or eight."

"Probably," she agreed.

Maybe telling James about the other half of her life wouldn't be so bad after all. Maybe he could help her get rid of Jake. Maybe he could help change her entire life.

Again.