A/N: Gah, I know, I know... it's been FOREVER! I'm really sorry about that, I've had the craziest semester and I just really haven't had time to sit and write/be inspired for this fic but school is finally over and hopefully, I'll have more time to update my fics while trying to maintain a life! I hope there are still some of you reading, I promise things will start to develop in the next few chapters, which will be updated ASAP, I promise! Please review... if there is still anybody reading this!

A few days later, Jen sat uncomfortably across from Aidan as she watched one of her co-workers, Tracy, interview him. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she was trying hard not to glare as she listened to Aidan go on about how he stopped playing soccer and transferred into the world of modeling and acting. It still confused and angered Jen how he so easily gave up something he had worked his whole life for to become a sellout.

"And what about your past relationships?" Tracy asked. Jen's head shot up and she looked at Aidan, mentally begging him not to bring their past up, partly because she didn't want every Glam reader to know about her personal life and she didn't want to rehash what happened between them in front of her co-workers.

"Well, I've only ever been in one serious relationship," Aidan spoke, staring at Jen. She slouched in her chair, trying not to make eye contact with him. "We met in high school and things were rocky for a long time, she definitely didn't make things easy for me," he half-smiled. Jen looked back at him. "But I loved her, and I don't think I'll ever love anyone as much as I did her." Jen swallowed and lost her frown. She sat up and looked at him seriously. "But uh, thankfully I'm single now so I can do whatever I want." He winked to Tracy.

Jen rolled her eyes and started collecting her things. Tracy and Aidan looked at her, confused, as she walked out of the conference room.

"Where are you going?" Her boss, Marionne asked, as she watched her leave.

"I don't know why you wanted me to participate in that interview but I just, I can't do it!" Jen said, and quickly ran out of the building, not even caring if she probably just lost her job.

That evening in New York, Andria was enjoying dinner with Will, the businessman she had slept with a few weeks ago.

They had run into each other outside of her building and he asked her out. She'd been feeling particularly lonely that day, as she had just received Nick and Abby's wedding invitation in the mail, so she said yes. Now that she was sitting here with him though, she almost regretted it. Will was a seemingly nice guy but she was not looking for anything serious right now.

He was babbling on about one of the hotels that he owned when Andria stopped him, "Why do you like me?" She asked. He looked at her, completely confused. She laughed. "I mean, I've been nothing short of a bitch to you and I haven't even shown a slight interest in your hotel business talk so… Why are you interested?"

"Are you not used to having guys show an interest in you?" He challenged. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Well, of course I am!" She smirked. "But you already got the sex so I can't seem to figure out why you came back for more."

He laughed. "I like you, Andria," he confessed. "I think you're gorgeous, and smart and funny and I like your bitchy side, I think it's pretty sexy."

She nodded, smiling. "Would you like me all that much if I told you I had a kid?" She said. He looked at her, surprised. "Yeah, what if I told you I got knocked up in high school by some asshole who left me and I've been dealing with the consequences ever since."

"I'd say that's very brave of you." He nodded.

"Oh, come on," she crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't tell me that doesn't send you running for the hills!"

"Well," he leaned forward. "What if I told you it didn't because… I also have a kid." He said. Her eyes widened. He pulled out his wallet and showed her a picture of a young boy. "Claire and I had him five years ago," he explained. Andria looked at him. "And we've been divorced for about two."

"He's cute," she nodded, taking the picture into her hands. "Same age as Ava."

"Maybe they can get together for a play date," he suggested. She looked at him, cautiously. "Look, I know that you've been hurt in the past and starting a new relationship can be scary, especially with a child in the mix, trust me, I get it," he nodded. She mentally begged him to shut up, this was not what she wanted from him. "But I like you and I think we'd be good together."

She shifted in her seat uncomfortably. "That's a little forward, don't you think?"

"Wasn't it you who told me there's no better way to be?" He asked. She looked at him. He reached across the table and took her hand. For the first time in a long time, Andria was speechless. "I can't promise that I won't hurt you or that this will work out perfectly, I don't know what the future holds but I can promise to respect you and take things slow because I know that's what you need."

She swallowed and pulled her hand away. "I'm just… I'm gonna need some time," she said. "To think about this," he nodded, understandingly. "And I should probably go now." She said, getting up and walking out of the restaurant.

Truthfully, she didn't know what she was going to do. No guy in the last five years had been that adamant about being with her, besides Vince but he ended up breaking her heart. The weirdest part was, Will reminded her of Vince so much, not only because of his charm or persistence but little quirks as well. They had the same smile, and the same little dimple on their right cheek.

She didn't know what she was going to do about Will yet but what she did know that she didn't want to be constantly be reminded of Vince, even if she saw his face in Ava's everyday.

Jen finally made it home. She had received at least ten calls from Marionne and other co-workers in the half-hour it took her to walk home but she didn't care to answer. She didn't want to be called back to work because she didn't want to deal with Aidan. She knew it was unprofessional of her but at this point, she didn't care.

"Hey, you look sad," Lisa said from the couch, as she walked in. "What's wrong?"

"Big interview with Aidan today," she said. Lisa nodded understandingly. "He's just being an asshole, as usual." She rolled her eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked. Jen shook her head.

"I'd rather not. Do you want to order some pizza or something?" She asked.

"Sure," Lisa nodded.

As soon as Jen went to grab the phone, there was a knock at the door. She frowned and went to answer it. She became furious when she saw Aidan standing in front of her.

"What are you doing here?" She asked. "Did you follow me?"

"What? No!" Aidan said. "Tracy gave me your address so I took a cab over here," he explained. She frowned. "Why did you just leave?"

"You crossed a line talking about our relationship like that, Aidan," she said. "We're over and saying things like that just-"

"I was just being honest," he interrupted. She looked at him. "She asked me a question and I answered it honestly, I don't know why it bugged you so much," he said. "Unless you still have feelings for me," he suggested. Her eyes widened. "Just admit it, Jen, because I think we both know you do."

"Actually," she crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm in a relationship, and it's very serious." She said, angrily, a little surprised at the hurt expression on Aidan's face. "So, you can take your little assumption and leave me alone, okay?"

"If that's what you really you want," he said .She nodded. "Fine," he swallowed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Fine." He walked away and Jen sighed, closing the door.

"Are you sure you want pizza or should we just have some wine?" Lisa after, walking over to her.

"It's time like these where I wish I could crack open a bottle of Tequila and drink it all to myself," Jen grumbled. Lisa laughed and they decided on some food.