A couple of weeks passed and Celeste hadn't heard much from Lysander. Occasionally he called but the conversations were so bland that she would always regret answering the phone. However, spending time with Maya had taken her mind off of things quite a bit. Celeste was beginning to come to the conclusion that Lysander wasn't going to come back and planned to go to Japan on her own.

Maya decided to arrange the dinner she had suggested in the beginning and both girls waited in the apartment living room for Castiel's return from wherever he'd run off to so he could join them.

"You'll visit again when the baby is born, right?" Maya asked, rubbing her belly.

Celeste nodded. "Of course! I want to be one of the first to see little Cici."

Maya giggled, gazing down at herself. "I've been visiting the doctor regularly and last time I went, she said that the baby can hear what's going on outside." She rubbed her belly again before giggling. "She usually moves around and kicks a lot but whenever I'm around Castiel, she feels so calm. It's like she can sense it and I can tell she prefers him to Nathaniel. Around Nathaniel, she fidgets and kicks a lot like she wants me to get away."

Celeste laughed. "Even your unborn child ships you and Castiel together. Nathaniel is a jerk." Suddenly she realized something; the same thing she was calling Nathaniel a jerk for was the reason Lysander wasn't sure about her anymore. "Maya... what made you get back together with Nathaniel?"

Maya sighed happily, shrugging. "He's been really persistent but he's been sweet too. He knows he's walking on egg shells still. I think it's mostly because of the baby that he's trying so hard."

Celeste twiddled her thumbs. "So how do you know he won't do it again?"

"I think Ciara will keep him in check," she giggled, "But he's been giving me his all so far in our relationship. He never brushes me off anymore or ignores me and I can tell he's been acting like he used to before he did it."

Celeste sighed, leaning back. "Our situations are too different. I slept with one guy while incredibly drunk; so drunk I don't even remember it. Meanwhile, Nathaniel was perfectly sober and conscious of what he was doing and he didn't just do it once, he had a whole relationship behind your back. If you can forgive him for doing something like that, why can't Lysander forgive me?"

Maya opened her mouth to speak when the door opened. Castiel stepped in and revealed Lysander trailing behind him. Celeste hadn't realized just how much she missed him until she saw him again, her heart skipping a beat. "Are you both ready?" Castiel asked, breaking the silence.

Maya nodded, nudging Celeste. "Help me up."

Celeste got to her feet, pulling Maya to hers before leading her out the door that Castiel was holding open. She clenched Maya's hand tightly, willing herself not to throw herself at Lysander as she walked past him. She led the way to their car, climbing into the back seat when Maya withdrew her hand.

"I'm taking shotgun," she giggled, giving Celeste a wink before shutting her door and jumping into the passenger's seat. Castiel got into the driver's seat and Lysander beside Celeste and they began driving.

The car ride was quiet and the dinner didn't feel right; it mostly consisted of Maya chatting away and Castiel teasing her. They returned home late at night and Maya had gone to bathe, while Castiel went to change, leaving Lysander and Celeste alone, seated at opposite ends of the same couch.

The silence felt physically heavy and she cleared her throat just to hear some noise. "So, um... how was seeing your parents and your brother?"

He shrugged. "It was the same as always." He turned his head to gaze at her. "How was seeing Maya?"

Celeste smiled. "It was really great. I feel like I really needed this. I haven't thought about my parents since before I got here."

To her surprise, he gave her a smile. "I'm glad to hear that."

Her gaze fell to her hands. "You know... I'm planning on going to Japan next. I've always thought Japanese was such a pretty language so I can't wait to go. Did you... did you decide if you want to come with me or not?"

There was a long silence and her stomach was in knots. Somehow she felt more nervous asking him to join her the second time than she did the first. Once she felt as if her heart would leap out of her chest, she lifted her gaze to him. He appeared to be thinking and just as he opened his mouth to speak, the bathroom door opened and Maya bounced out with a smile on her face and was clad in pajamas. "It's so quiet in here," she exclaimed, plopping down in the empty chair, "Let's do something fun. Let's play spin the bottle!"

Celeste giggled. "You know, I'd be all for kissing you on any other occasion but I don't think right now is a good time."

Maya rolled her eyes. "No, silly, I meant truth spin the bottle. We ask each other questions and if the bottle points to you, you have to tell the truth. If you don't want to answer, then you have to kiss the person who asked the question."

"Maya, really, I'm not in the mood for playing middle school party games," Celeste muttered.

Maya furrowed her brow, getting to her feet and grasping Celeste and Lysander's wrists, pulling them to a free space on the carpet. "Sit down, both of you." She scampered into the kitchen and returned with an empty bottle, sitting down and completing the triangle. She set the bottle down. "I'll spin first." The spinning of the bottle seemed to last ages and Celeste could feel her heart racing, praying the bottle wouldn't land on her. Of course if her wish was granted, it would go against the natural order of the universe and the mouth of the bottle landed directly on to her. She sighed, rolling her eyes as Maya grinned at her. "Okay, Celeste! Are you single?"

Celeste glared at Maya before glancing at Lysander. "Um... I don't know."

"Okay, now you spin!"

Celeste swallowed hard as she spun the bottle, willing it not to land on Lysander. She blinked hard, watching it closely and it felt like ages before it finally stopped. She had to stifle a groan. "Alright, um..." She thought hard. Should she go with her gut and ask him something silly like 'what's your favorite color?' Or should she do as Maya had planned and ask him a serious question? "Are... are you still mad?"

"Yes," he answered before taking the bottle and spinning it. Celeste could hear her heart thudding in her chest as the bottle spun and was simultaneously relieved and disappointed when the bottle pointed at Maya. "What are you getting out of this?"

Maya flashed him a smile. "I'm determined to get a happy best friend out of this, of course!" She gave the bottle a spin and this time it landed on Lysander instead of Celeste and Celeste could feel knots in her stomach. "How stubborn are you?"

He seemed to be getting irritated with Maya's game and Celeste couldn't blame him. "Very," he answered, giving Maya a cold look before spinning the bottle. This time it landed on Celeste again and she gazed at her hands, awaiting his question. "Do you remember anything at all from that night?" She shook her head. "Nothing at all?"

Celeste shook her head again, taking hold of the bottle and spinning it. She swallowed a sigh when it landed on Lysander again. "Okay then... what'll it take for you to forgive me?"

"A lot," he answered without meeting her gaze. He spun the bottle and it pointed to Celeste and she could feel a lump in her throat, gazing at him in anticipation for his next question. "What was going through your head?"

Celeste sighed, gazing down at her hands in her lap. "I have no clue. I was drunk and hurt and lonely and he was flirting with me." She spun the bottle and it landed between Maya and Lysander but Maya grinned, aiming it towards Lysander. Celeste sighed, shaking her head. "Do you still love me?"

The silence was excruciating before he met her gaze. "Of course I do."

She felt her heart skip a beat and was almost too dazed to notice the bottle landing on her again. She sighed, rolling her eyes. "I swear, Maya, you rigged this."

Maya giggled, shrugging. "Who knows?"

Lysander was quiet for a few long moments, gazing down at the bottle pointed at Celeste before meeting her gaze again. "Why did you do it?"

Celeste kept their gazes locked in her silence before leaning forward and pressing her lips to his. Kissing him felt good and she felt butterflies in her stomach when he kissed her back and his hands touched her waist. She held on to his cheeks, putting everything she had into the kiss and when it finished, she continued to hold his face in her palms, sitting on her ankles. "If I had a real answer to that question, I wouldn't be here right now. All I know is that I'm in love with you and I've never regretted anything so much in my life. If I could go back to that day and change everything, from when I woke up to the next day, I would. I would take back the things I said to you and I would have spent the day with you and enjoyed myself. You were only trying to help me and I took it for granted and I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry."

He held her gaze for a few moments before hugging her tightly. "Celeste, I want to go with you but only on one condition."

"What's that?"

He gave her a squeeze. "I don't care if we fight or how often we fight or how severe it is, but don't ever get drunk around anyone who's not me. You were always a flirty drunk."

Celeste nodded. "Okay. It's a deal."

It was the night before Celeste planned to leave on her trip with Lysander and she sat in Maya's bed, leaning against the headboard as she sketched out Lysander. Maya sat beside her, chatting away, like always without paying much attention to Celeste's drawing. Once she finished it, she held it away from her face, gazing at it.

"Is that Lysander?" Maya gushed, "Wow, that's really amazing! I've never seen you draw him before."

Celeste sighed. "I don't know. It still doesn't feel right."

Maya furrowed her brow. "What do you mean? It looks almost like a black and white photo of him."

Celeste shrugged. "It just looks strange to me, you know?"

Maya leaned her head on Celeste's shoulder. "Maybe it's because you're drawing him the way he looks at other people."

"What?"

Maya pointed at his expression in the drawing, careful not to touch it so as not to smudge the pencil marks. "He doesn't look at you that way. Maybe you're used to how he looks at you, while you're drawing him the way he looks at other people. Maybe that's why."

"I don't think he looks at me any differently than anyone else."

Maya sat up with a gasp. "You're joking, right? He looks at you like you're a freaking angel descended to earth before his very eyes. You should pay more attention." She pointed at his eyes. "Make them a little wider and more sparkly and make his eyebrows go up a little higher. Part his lips."

Celeste did as Maya suggested before holding it away from her face again. "Maya," she gasped, "I think you might have been right. Do you know how long I've been trying to draw him without any success at all?"

Maya smiled. "What can I say? I'm always right."