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"So, what do you want to do?" Craig asked, throwing the multi colored hackie sack back at Callie. He was leaning against the wall, slouching, his head falling into his neck. It was a day of endless summer oblivion, and the entire colonial house was overcome with silence.

"I could think of something we could do, but I don't feel like it." She said, lying on the ground, catching it and staring at the ceiling.

If there's one thing about Craig's room, Callie thought, It's his pictures. Covering every inch of his ceiling were black and white pictures that scattered and overlapped. Callie held the hackie sack in the palm of her hand, feeling her sweat sinking into the knit covering. She was gaping at the black and white sea in awe – she never realized what good of a photographer he really was. The use of light – shape – color – it was perfect.

"That's amazing." She said, yawning and stretching her arms above her head, dropping the hackie sack from her extended arm.

This is so cool. Let's see. There's Angie...Joey...Jimmy...birds in the park...Emma and Angie...a lake scenery...Marco...himself...and Manny and Ashley?

"What's that?" Callie, asked rising up from the ground. She jumped onto the bed, and with one foot stood on her tippy toes, pressing her hand into a long, rectangular picture. It was a picture of Manny, ice-skating, with frosted snowflakes accenting off her rosy cheeks. Even Callie had to admit, that was a beautiful picture of her, but there was no reason for that to be there.

Craig fixed his posture, sitting up straight against the wall.

"Whether I want to admit it or not, Manny has been a big part of my life. Yours too. That whole ceiling is my life, I'm not gonna take it down."

Ok, he has a point, but I also can't stay mad at him. He's so cute, she thought, staring at his wildly tangled hair.

"Well I think you need a picture of me to put up there."

"Than come here." Craig said, clutching his camera off his nightstand.

He spread his legs apart, and Callie came and sat between them, leaning against his chest and resting her arms on his kneecaps. He put his arms around and past her head, holding the camera in front of them, and pressed the 'shoot' button.

Caitlin hit the button on her computer, shutting her computer into sleep mode. She wiped her hands with her eyes, yawning and staring at the neon clock that read "11:03". She grabbed her leather briefcase and wrapped her Hermes scarf around her neck, forcing her blood shot eyes open. As she reached for the ceramic light switch against her wall, Joey entered her office, holding boxes of Chinese food in his hands. Caitlin smiled at put her hand on her head.

"Joey, what are you doing here?" She asked, surprised.

"Keeping you some company! It's not right that you work here all day and all night. I'm bringing you some dinner." He said, opening a crate of pork rice.

"What about Angie?"

"Craig and Callie have babysitting duty tonight. Sit down, relax a little. We have a lot to catch up on." He said, gesturing her to some wonton soup, which he was setting on the coffee table. Caitlin squinted her eyes in confusion.

"Look, I'd love to sit down but I really have to get going. And please Joey, don't forget that we have that party for the studio on Tuesday. Bring Angie, Craig...wait, Craig and Callie? I thought Craig wasn't allowed to have girls in the house after 10?"

"Which is exactly why you need to sit down." He said, opening his chopsticks.

"Alright, I'm sitting. You have my attention." She replied. They both took a seat around the coffee table where Joey had now set the Chinese, as well as some long blue candles.

"These last few days have been crazy. I guess Craig just woke up one morning with this crazy idea that him and Callie were going to run away together. I love Callie, she's such a nice girl, but I'm not about to let them run off together. I'm not going to let him throw away his life like that."

"Sounds like me and you when we were young."

"Tell me about it. But she's the best thing that has happened to him in a long time, and I don't want to take that away from him. Maybe if they live together they'll change their minds, break up even." He mumbled, looking into his wonton soup.

"I give you so much credit for doing that. You're kind of like one big happy family." She said sarcastically.

"Not quite. We're missing one important thing." He said, now smiling.

"And what's that?" She replied, as she put a spoonful of white rice into her mouth.

"You." Joey carefully pushed the table away, and got on one knee, pulling a velvet box out of his shirt pocket.

"Caitlin, will you marry me?" He said, opening the red box.

"Yes! Why not?!" She laughed, grabbing his hand. Joey smiled and laced his hand back into hers.