Hey! Well, it's a short authors note for a short chapter.

Please enjoy, I know it's not much compensation for the long wait but I'm trying.

Disclaimer: Don't own it.

Warnings: Nothing provocative in this chapter, just swearing.

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Who better to fix the 'Screwed ones' than the 'Ones who Screw'

"That's the thing Kori, it's not Gar's child."

Rachel's words blared through my head. How could it not be Gar's child? Gar and her were perfect for each other, they were the reason I still had hope for love or any form of relationship. Now hearing that she was pregnant with someone else's child made me angry and confused. How could she do that to Gar?

"Kori?" Rachel stared at me dejectedly. Opening her mouth as if to say something else she only closed it again, sighing instead.

"Look, Rachel. I don't know what to say. I'm not the best when it comes to loyalty and love."

She only nodded.

"Does Gar know you are here?"

In a small voice that quivered in a way that was so unlike Rachel- it made me want to cry- she answered, "I left him a note… Told him that I had things to sort out before I could come home."

"Do you still love him?"

"Of course!" She burst into tears again, her whole body shaking with her heavy sobs, "Of course I love him… How could I not… He is everything to me…"

"Then why did you cheat on him?" My questions were blunt, and I was too tired and confused to know of anything else to say.

"I didn't Kori… Believe me… I'm not you… I was… I was… Drunk."

Drunk? Drunk! That was her excuse? That she was drunk. God, at least she could have come up with something more creative. I'm drunk all the time, but am I pregnant?

"Rachel, then just tell Gar what happened. Look, you were stupid. You got careless and let yourself sleep with someone who was not your husband while you were wasted of your ass. That's not my problem."

She stopped crying. Her face turned from sadness to extreme rage. "Not your problem? Was it my problem when you and Richard were cheating and fucking others? Was it my problem when you had so many boys on your hands you couldn't even count it with both your fucking hands?"

Rachel began to shake again, this time with rage, "No Kori. It wasn't my problem. But you were my best friend. And I would be there for you for anything. The least you could do is fucking repay me."

Shrugging my shoulders I turned to look outside the penthouse window. Her words were true but I was being selfish. Rachel had ruined my image of perfect love. She had wrecked any hope I had for love. It was her fault I was upset. She could be dying and I couldn't care less.

"You know what Kori? Forget it. Forget me coming all the way for empathy. I'm leaving."

She waited for me to say something in return. But I was angry as well. Merely nodding goodbye I continued to sulk on the big white couch.

Shaking her head at my selfishness she eased herself out of the penthouse doors and towards the elevator.

"You know. I was drunk because he was cheating. Maybe our love lives aren't as different as we think."

Then she was gone.

And I cried.

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The next day was sunny. The sun lighted up my eloquent room and woke me from my restless slumber. It was such a perfect day. If I had been living in a fairy tale there would've been birds singing on my windowsill and I would burst into song about love and the joys of life.

It was too bad I thought life was anything but joyful and full of love.

My best friend was mad at me and with great reason. Love was no longer a word in my dictionary it was replaced with nonexistent. And Richard was still plaguing my mind like a lost puppy.

Pulling on a blue tunic dress and a pair of silver flats I walked downstairs towards the elevator. Donna had left to work already so the apartment was vacant. There was no shoot today and the rest of the girls had appointments meaning I was on my own.

My first decision once I reached the main road was to call Rachel and apologize. But my ego was still wounded from how wrong I was and I wanted to give us more time so we wouldn't blow up on each other again.

So I called Richard.

He picked up the phone after three rings and I was greeted by his husky morning greeting.

"Good morning Dick."

"Kori?" He sounded mildly surprised which made me happy; it was good to keep him thinking that I was never going back to him. Too bad we both knew that I could never let him go. Not yet at least.

"The one and only. Do you think we could meet? Never mind that. Pick me up, I'll be at the Starbucks around the corner from my apartment."

Not waiting for a reply I hung up the phone and put it back in my bag the headed towards the said Starbucks.

It didn't matter what he would've said over the phone anyway, I knew he would come.

And when he does come we have a lot of talking to do. Not about us- I'm not being selfish- for once in my life- but about Rachel and Gar.

Richard and I, well we are an unstoppable pair, and if anyone could fix a fucked up relationship it would be us.

I mean who better to fix the 'screwed ones' than the ones 'who screw'.

I liked that; it was catchy.

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I guess you could say that was filler. I'm really sorry guys. I intend to finish this up. It won't be too long, probably ten chapters or so.

Hope this little- it's incredibly short- chapter will keep you satisfied for now )

Love you guys!