A/N: again, sorry I haven't updated in soo long. As I said before, I had an English exchange student staying with me for a few weeks. Here's the next chapter, hope you like it! Comments and criticism (hopefully constructive) are more than welcome!

Disclaimer: I really really wish I owned Cappie. Sadly I do not own him, or any other part of the show Greek

I stumbled along the sidewalk, drunk and shivering. The leaves fluttered down from the trees and tangled into my hair as I made my way to the house. I tripped up the familiar driveway and stumbled up the front steps.

Before I opened the door, I took a deep breath and attempted to collect myself. This was hard, seeing as I was hopelessly wasted and freezing my ass off. Thinking this made me laugh. Probably because I was so nervous. I was sobered (pun shamelessly intended) by the fact that my whole life, from this point forward, could be changed drastically by this very moment. The future I had planned for my self while I was still in grade school could be rendered obsolete by my next move. Was it worth the risk?

Yes, I decided, it was. I brushed my hair out of my face (nearly poking myself in the eye in the process) and set my finger gently on the doorbell. It was now or never. I pressed the button.

My finger slipped, I was shivering so much.

Shit! I broke a nail! On the freaking doorbell. This was definitely off to a fantastic start.

I waited, nursing my sore finger. I glared daggers at the offending doorbell, daring it to ever try to break one of my nails again. After a few minutes of waiting and pointless glaring, I finally accepted the fact that no one was coming to the door and slowly descended the steps.

I was on the last step when I heard the door open behind me with a creak. I spun around, startled, to see the grinning face of…..Beaver.

"Oh," he said. "It's you." I stared at him, indignant. I might have been drunk, but I could tell when I was being insulted.

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean," I asked in what I thought was an intimidating manner, drawing my self up to my full 5'4''.

Beaver suddenly looked confused. "Why are you standing like you have a thorn in your foot?"

Well, then.

Slightly embarrassed, I slouched down further.

"Never you mind," I said with much dignity. "Am I allowed to come in, or what?"

"Are you here to see Cappie?" asked Beaver, with a slightly uncomfortable look on his face. "'Cause I don't think that's a very good idea."

I was puzzled. I climbed back up the steps and tried to see into the house by peering around the door. This had little to no effect, as Beaver was so huge he filled the door frame and made it impossible to see in.

"And so what if I am?" I asked. My answer seemed to confirm his suspicions. Beaver shifted a little, with a slightly conflicted look on his face.

"Look," he began. "I like you, Casey, but I really think seeing Cappie right now is a bad idea."

He must have noticed the look on my face, so he continued.

"See, he's been in really bad shape lately and – " Beaver was interrupted.

I heard a scuffling noise behind the door, and then Cappie's voice, saying; "Beave? Have you seen the windex? Hey, who's at the door?"

In Beaver's struggle to block me from Cappie's view, he must have caught a glimpse. The smile faltered on his face.

"Oh," he said. "It's you."

Honestly. People were so flattering today.