A/N: I just want to thank everyone who reviewed and who is reading. It means so much to me that you guys are enjoying my writing. So, here is chapter 6!

Chapter 6:

"Hey." Adam said shortly, standing up straight. Liv swallowed hard, staying quiet for a moment. "I thought maybe we should talk, don't you think?"

"I guess." she mumbled softly, making her way to her locker as she put in the combination.

"I really am sorry, Liv. I never meant to cross the line, it just-"

"Happened. I get it; there is no need to be sorry." Liv interrupted him. "It's just, I'm-"

"Not looking for a relationship?" she nodded in response. Adam sighed, running his fingers through his hair as Liv collected her books. "Still Fitz?"

"I just don't feel like I'm in the right position emotionally to be in a relationship, do you understand?"

"So, it is Fitz."

"Does it matter who it is?" she shouted abruptly. "He dumped me, Adam, for some other girl! I gave him," she stopped, but Adam knew what she was going to say. He gritted his teeth in anger, taking quick breaths. "Adam?"

"He doesn't deserve you, Liv. You could do so much better."

"Don't you think I've heard that a million times? The fact was I didn't want better; I was in love with him. What do you expect? Adam, you're my friend, and I want to keep it that way." he sighed. Friends. Had he ever hated that word so much in his life? Probably not. He looked at her, he emerald green eyes now filled with hurt due to the topic of Fitz. He had hurt her, broke her heart and left her to pick up the pieces. Even though Adam had helped her every step of the way, he was still nothing but a friend, and now he had to face it. They both stayed quiet, and Liv opened her mouth to speak. "I'm sorry, that was harsh."

"No, it was the truth, and sometimes the truth is harsh." he shrugged, trying to hide his hurt as much as he could.

"Adam…"

"No, it's fine. I should go."

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Eli fixed his jacket and took a deep breath, knocking on the door. He could hear the pitter-patter of footsteps, and suddenly the door opened.

"What's up?" Fiona spoke, confused on why he was here. Eli wouldn't tell her on the phone, but hey, her condo was open to her friends. It was only a few periods out of the day, and Fiona had planned on going in late anyway. Eli walked in, Fiona closing the door behind him. He sat on the couch quietly, and she sat beside him. "Eli…"

"She wants to stay friends…" Eli mumbled to her and himself, still trying to let the words sink in. He had tried so hard, he had done all he could, and it still wasn't good enough.

"Oh, Eli I'm sorry." she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe it just wasn't meant to be."

"Clare and I are meant to be together. I know it, I can feel it."

"But, maybe she doesn't. You can't make her feel the same way you do, you can only try."

"Who's side are you on?" Eli shouted, standing up and facing her.

"Yours! That's why I'm telling you this! You're hurting over her, and she only wants to be friends. You have to let her go, Eli. It's the only way." Eli took a few deep breaths as Fiona watched him.

"You're right, maybe… maybe you're right." he replied calmly, taking a seat next to Fiona again.

"It'll be hard, I won't lie, but you'll feel better after. You won't hurt anymore. The pain will be gone." Fiona reassured him, and he nodded, playing with his thumbs. "What can we do to get your mind off it?" Eli looked up, looking around the room. His eyes hit the cabinet where Fiona had kept her alcohol. Fiona followed his glance, shaking her head.

"No, Eli."

"Just a little."

"It's only for when my mom comes to town, she counts bottles."

"You can blame it on me." Fiona sighed. "Please Fi, only a little."

"Only a little." she repeated, standing up hesitantly as she walked to the cabinet, taking out a bottle of vodka, and pouring Eli a glass. Eli took small sips, waiting till Fiona left for the bathroom to pour himself more. A few periods turned into the whole day, Eli staying with Fiona as he drank when she wasn't looking. He finally decided to take the rest of the bottle as it was almost finished by the time he left for home. He then threw it in a nearby trashcan once it was completely empty. Eli stumbled his way home, knocking twice on the door. Liv, who was in her room, quickly rushed down the stairs, opening the door.

"Jesus! Eli, where have you been? Mom and dad will be home any minute!"

"Sooooo?" he slurred, stumbling inside.

"Oh no, no Eli…" Liv sighed, shutting the door behind her. She rushed to her brother's side as he stumbled around, almost falling. "Why?"

"She j..just wants to be friends Oliviaaaa." he whined, leaning on Liv for support.

"I'm sorry." she said, helping him to the stairs.

"Noo, I wanna… I wanna stay o..on the couch!" he said, pointing to the living room as Liv groaned, walking him to the couch and plopping him on it. "Sit." he said shortly and she cocked a brow, doing what she was told. Eli just looked at her for a minute. Maybe it was the alcohol, but something about his sister was different. She was, almost stunning. "Has… Has anyone ever t..told you how pretty y..you are?" Liv blinked a few times.

"Yes."

"Good, c..cause you are…" he finished, his breath smelling of vodka. Liv made a disgusted face, causing Eli to laugh. He then placed a hand on her cheek, leaning in abruptly and kissing her. Liv kissed back for a moment, then pushing him off.

"Eli!" she cried.

"I…I…" Liv jumped up, wiping off her lips in surprise, and disgust. Eli just laid down, shutting his eyes. Shocked, Liv swallowed hard, looking down at her brother and placing a blanket over him. She then shook her head and walked up the stairs to her room.

A/N: So, I said in the beginning I wanted to do a few things with this story, and I kind of wanted this to happen, for some odd reason. Sorry if that grossed you out, but this did happen with Fiona and Declan. So, review and tell me what you think.