A/N: Here's chapter 5, R&R plzz. Sorry for the wait (:

Disclaimer: 'tis not mine, not mine at all. (sob).

"Sweetie," said not-Britney, "I think you need to go home now. You're pretty wasted."

"No, I'm not. I'm fine," I slurred. As you've probably guessed, I was drunk. But despite this fact, I felt pretty good. The Tri Pi house wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. It was actually kind of nice inside. ("Sweetie, we have a reputation to uphold," said not-Britney when I asked her why the house looked so cheap from the outside) There were crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and a spiral staircase that led to the bedrooms. In fact, the only difference between the atmosphere in this house and the one in ZBZ were the posters of naked male (and some female) models that adorned the walls.

I was lying across the red felt couch, next to some unidentifiable white stains that I could probably identify if I wasn't so drunk. And I was actually having an okay time. The Tri Pi girls weren't as bad as I thought. And they certainly weren't chip-eating. Nearly all of them are anorexic.

They were good listeners, too. We sat there for hours reminiscing about the good old days, when boys had cooties and we painted our nails Princess Pink.

I found out some pretty interesting stuff about them. I almost left when I realized that at least 90 of them had slept with Cappie at some point, but they assured me that it was at some random mixer and didn't mean a thing. These girls were just extra slutty versions of the ZBZ girls.

But anyway.

I opened my eyes to see all four of not-Britney standing over me with her arms crossed.

"Really, sweetie. You need to leave now. We are not gonna clean up your puke."

I could see that not-Britney was serious, and I am not one to stick around where I'm not wanted, so I stumbled of the couch and took my leave.

"Bye, Britney!" I shouted through the door.

"Who's Britney?" I heard back. "My name's Tiffany!" Oops.

Oh well. It's not like we were going to be life long friends or anything.

I grabbed onto the railing to steady myself before starting down the stone steps. I meandered crookedly across the front lawn and tripped onto the sidewalk before realizing that I had left my sweatshirt inside.

I stumbled back up to the door and knocked loudly. "Hey, Britney! I think I left my sweatshirt in there! Open up!"

And open up she did.

"For the last time, sweetie, the name's Tiffany! And as for your sweatshirt, Heather puked on it five minutes ago! So get out of here! And stop calling me Britney!"

I giggled. "Okay! Thanks for your help! I'll see you around!"

As she closed the door I heard her mutter something that sounded close to 'When hell freezes over.'

Huh. Wonder what that was about?

I walked back to the sidewalk sweatshirtless. It was pretty cold outside, so I figured I should go get another one.

On the way back to ZBZ, I spotted Calvin sitting by himself on a bench. He looked really sad about something, and being a curious person by default, (the drunkenness might have had something to do with it also) I decided to investigate.

"Calvin!" I called. He looked up.

"Oh. Hey Casey," he said. For some reason, he sounded disappointed.

"What's up?" I asked, sitting down next to him on the bench and then sliding closer.

"Are you drunk?" he asked, leaning away from me with a disgusted look on his face.

"Now, why would you just assume something like that?" I asked coyly, sliding even closer.

"Because you are A: hitting on a gay man, and B: your breath reeks!"

"Oh, right," I said, slightly subdued. "I'm just really upset. I'm having guy trouble."

"Join the club. My whole fraternity found out I was gay, and now none of them will talk to me. Or look at me. They act like I have some contagious disease. And Heath hasn't called me in days. My love life is looking pretty bleak right now."

I sighed. That sounded familiar. "Mine, too. Evan dumped me, and then I found out that Cappie had sex with Rebecca freaking Logan. If that's not a bleak, I don't know what is."

"Ouch," said Calvin. "That does suck. About Evan, I mean. But do you even like Cappie? It seems so on and off with you guys."

"I don't know. See? That's the problem. I don't think I like Cappie, you know, that way. But if I don't, then why does it bother me so much that he slept with Rebecca?" When I said the words aloud, I realized that they were partially untrue. I did think I liked Cappie like that.

"I'm probably not the best person to ask all this," said Calvin. "I can't even seem to figure out my own problems. All I can say is this. You guys were in love, right? So maybe you never stopped loving each other. I know for a fact that Cappie is carrying a torch for you that could light up New York City during a power outage. And from the looks of it, you're carrying one for him, too."

I looked at him, speechless. Maybe he was right. Maybe Cappie and I were just…meant to be.

"I think," Calvin continued, "That if you're lucky enough to find someone you love that loves you back, you have all you'll ever need."

My eyes filled with tears. Even Calvin looked slightly shell-shocked at this revelation.

"That…that was beautiful," I choked out. "Thank you so much!" And with that, I flung my arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder. He patted my back awkwardly.

"Okay, okay," he said uncomfortably. "You need to get some rest. And maybe brush your teeth." He stood up and untangled my arms from around his neck. He sat me back down on the bench. "Are you gonna be alright? Or do you need help getting somewhere?"

"No, I'm fine," I said. "Where are you going to go?"

Calvin paused, thoughtfully. "I'm gonna go find Heath," he said, "And tell him exactly what I just told you."

My eyes sparkled with emotion. "Go get him, tiger!" We high-fived, and he walked away with his head held high.

I sat on the bench for a while longer, just thinking and drinking in the autumn sun. It was maybe an hour later that I realized it was getting chilly again and decided to head back and find Rusty.

I had one last stop to make, though.