yay! its a new chapter! no own bones, but bones pwns. the end, no questions

Brennan opened her eyes, but immediately closed them. She had a pounding headache, and the light was so bright it hurt every bone in her body, all 206. She groaned and fumbled for her nightstand, found the corner, and struggled to her feet. She closed all the blinds, and stumbled into the kitchen. She started a pot of coffee and sighed. If she hadn't read his essay, she wouldn't have drunk that entire bottle of wine, she wouldn't have this raging hangover, and she wouldn't be so confused. Did he really mean what he wrote? Did he really love her? Did she love him? She sighed, and poured herself a mug of coffee. She sat down on her couch, and stared at the wall. She wished she had a television, if for nothing else to serve as a distraction. Her phone rang, but she ignored it. The ringing stopped, and she fell smiled, closing her eyes, but groaned in frustration when it began ringing again. She picked up the phone.

"Hello?" A tired voice escaped her lips.

"Hey sweetie, sounds like you've had a long night!" The chipper voice of Angela did nothing to help her mood.

"Actually no I didn't. I didn't have much of a night considering I was wasted at about nine p.m."

"Why? What happened?"

"I read his essay." Angela squealed. Brennan winced.

"Angela, please, I have a hangover, remember?"

"Oh yea, sorry Bren. So what did his essay say?"

"He said he loved me." Angela smiled.

"I knew it! I knew that he was in love with you!" Brennan smiled.

"I know you did. You never forgot to remind me either." Angela chuckled.

"So what about Booth?" Brennan shrugged.

"I don't know. I don't think he knows that I read it." Angela sighed.

"I mean did he read your essay?" Brennan froze. She hadn't thought about where her essay would end up. That would be the most logical explanation. She suddenly didn't have a hangover anymore.

"Oh my god, Angela I have to go." Angela was beaming behind the phone.

"Good luck Bren!" Brennan snapped the phone shut and sighed. She didn't know whether or not she should call him. She wanted to, but then she would have to confess to what she did. She didn't know if she wanted to do that just yet.

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Booth stretched as he climbed out of his bed. He saw the essay and smiled. He knew she felt the same way about him. Then he reached for his phone and began to dial her number when he stopped. What if she hadn't read his essay? What if she didn't have his essay? How was he going to explain himself? He swallowed the lump that was beginning to form in his throat and put the phone down. He would wait and let her make the first move…or at least wait until he figured out what he should do.

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sorry its so short, im settin up the next thing. r&r baby!