I walked in the house, looking around to see Randy. He was no where in sight. "Thank god," I mumbled under my breath. I rushed upstairs into our bedroom and took a look in the mirror. I was a mess. My dress was wrinkled, looking like I had it on for days. My hair was scattered all over the place. The only thing that looked decent on me was my heels. I straightend my hair out with the brush I found on the dresser. "Dana, how are you gonna explain this?" I said with a smirk.

"Yes, how are you gonna explain this?" A voice asked me from behind.

I jumped and turned around to see Randy, only in a pair of jeans, giving me a serious look and his blue eyes looking like they were turning into an icy grey color. He moved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and gave me a glare. "Well...whats your excuse?" He asked, having a tone of anger in his voice. I was silent, what could I say? "I umm...well..." I stammered.

He grabbed a shirt and put it on and sat on the bed, still having his eyes set on me. "I'll be totally honest," I said to him, while I ran my fingers through my hair. "Thats what I want you to be," He replied calmly, letting the anger ease out of his voice. "OK, I got a little hungover, and...I had to drive Mel home, and I passed out at her house," I said. More lying? Are you serious, Dana? I thought in my head.

"Hungover?" He asked in disbelief. I nodded slowly and swallowed hard. He looked up and shook his head. I thought I was caught. "Randy...baby, I am so sorr-" I started before he cut me off. "It happens, I guess you cant control what happens on your birthday," He said quietly was going through the stacks of mail laid on the table next to the bed. I sighed in relief. He got up and kissed my head. "Well, I'm going go pick Kendra up from my parents house," He said. He grabbed his car keys and gave me a smile. "Tell Bob I said hi," I told him with a smile.

He nodded. "OK, sweetheart," He said with a smile. He went downstairs. 10 seconds later I heard the front door slam shut. I sat on the bed, and decided to give Adam a call. We talked for about 10 minutes, discussing his carreer, Kendra, and so on. I told him I would talk to him soon and I hung up the phone.

I grew bored. Without Randy at the house, I looked for something to do. I grabbed the phone again, until I found myself pressing familiar numbers. 4 seconds later the phone picked up. "Hello," A deep and familiar voice said to me.

"John, its me, Dana,"