This chapter is collaborated with my fanfiction wifey Thorne Lockehart, I hope you can tell the part she wrote and the part I do, cuz im not very good at being descriptive and explanatory... She wrote the first half and I wrote the second half , hope its to your liking

Chapter 7:

"Oh, the joys of post-party clean-ups," Isabella muttered as she picked up a red plastic cup from the carpet of their apartment. Carpets were a bitch to clean and she knew she would be on her hands and knees later, trying to get that beer-stain out of the floor. She tossed the cup into a white trash bag and sighed deeply, taking in the cluttered living room.

Lime wedges were on the floor, salt shakers were everywhere, and shot-glasses scattered the bar separating the kitchen from the living room. A simple party with just people from work had gotten crazy and body-shots had ensued. She grimaced when she felt her white tank top stick to her stomach from the spit and salt.

"I am never doing body shots again," she declared to the silent room as she continued to clean. Denver had gone to get doughnuts and Starbucks to try to wean off some of the hangover she nursed.

After sticking the shot-glasses into the kitchen sink and tossing the lime wedges in the trash, she stripped off the sticky, stinky tank top and tossed it into the hamper. "Oh, how I love walking around my apartment in my bra," she sang to herself.

Isabella pulled a dishcloth from the shelf in the linen closet and ran water over it. She scrubbed at her flat stomach and belly button to wipe the salt and spit from her skin before tossing it into the hamper by the washer. Her head poked out of the bathroom when she heard a knock on the apartment door. "Coming!" she called.

She pulled an ice-blue V-neck tank top over her head, smoothing it over her stomach. There was a feeling that Don was on the other side of the door and she had a feeling she could coerce him into helping her clean up like a good boyfriend would do.

"There's a fire starting in my heart, reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark. Finally, I can see you crystal-clear. Go ahead and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare. See how I leave with every piece of you? Don't underestimate the things that I will do. There's a fire starting in my heart, reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark," she sang as she made her way to the front door. "The scars of your love remind me of us, they keep me thinking that we almost had it all. The scars of your love, they leave me breathless. I can't help feeling..."

Isabella unlatched the chain and unlocked the door. She opened it to see the one face she had hoped deep down she would never see again.

Hayden Sandusky, Denver's brother.


Denver held the drink-holder in her hands, trying to balance the Black Hound doughnut box in the other as she fished for her keys. On the other side of the door, she heard Isabella arguing with someone. Concerned, she slapped the door to try to get her best friend's attention.

"Izzy? Is something wrong?" she called. The door opened to see said best friend with an expression that was fury mixed with annoyance. Her slender arms crossed in front of her chest, her pale blue eyes sparking.

"Hey, Denny, guess who's here," she stated, taking the food and coffee from Denver's arms. "First, let me take that so no food gets harmed." She moved to the side for Denver to see Hayden sitting on their couch with a grin on his face.

"How the hell did you even find me?" Denver demanded, storming into the apartment. Rage welled inside of her and she clenched her fists to contain herself from jumping over the coffee-table to hurt him.

"Well, I stopped by your old apartment building and your super said that your apartment burned down a few months ago. I asked him where I could find you, since we're siblings and he said that you said that you were staying with a friend. I asked him which one and he said, and I quote, 'a beautiful dark-haired woman with really pretty blue eyes.' Naturally, I assumed it was Izzy and I know that she would have no reason to move, so I came here," he explained with a cocky grin on his face. His emerald-green eyes rested on Isabella and Denver watched her friend's jaw tighten with anger, fists clenching on her hips. "And the super wasn't wrong."

"Yeah, Fred's a little funny that way," she replied tightly. "But you never answered my original question, which was the demand to know what the real hell you're doing here."

"I was a day late to see my sister on her birthday. Is that a crime?" Hayden asked calmly.

"Well, it is if you're a day late," Isabella retorted. "For your own sister's birthday."

"Look I know things ended badly between us."

"Ended badly, you are the one who cheated on Izzy, what the hell were you thinking?" Denver crossed her arms, she knew it was her brother, but she hated him sometimes.

"You know I was drunk."

"That is no excuse, Izzy trusted you and you blew that trust when your hands were on some other woman's ass. You really should know that you aren't wanted here."

"Look, I'm sorry I screwed you over Blue Eyes... I want you back," he looked over at the dark haired woman.

"First off, you don't have the right to call me Blue Eyes, and me and you are never going to get back together."

"I have my ways Izzy, trust me," he licked his lips.

"You know I think you are only here to see Izzy, I know your my brother but once you have your eyes on an attractive woman, you forget about everything else. I think you should just go," Denver frowned.

"I'm not leaving until Izzy takes me back," Hayden leaned back on the couch.

"Well that would be forever, so you really should go. I'm happy with someone else."

"It ain't that tall as Detective, is it? He always had a thing for you and I hated him."

"Well he wasn't so fond of you either," Izzy crossed her arms.

"If he put his hands on you I'm gonna kill him."

"That wouldn't be wise Hayden, plus who said Izzy is dating a guy?" Denver crossed her arms.

"I know Izzy doesn't play for the other team, I know she isn't gay."

"Oh, do you now?" Denver saw Izzy throw her a 'what the hell look.' "Then I think you'd love to know that, I'm the someone else," Denver kissed Izzy's neck.

"You were always funny Denver."

"What are you saying that Izzy is outta my league? You missed a lot since you cheated on her. How you'd ever cheat on a hot piece of ass like this, I will never know," Denver pats her friend's butt.

"Hot piece of ass? You've been in New York for too long," Hayden shook his head, before he said anything else a knock was heard on the door.

Both girls thinking they hope it wasn't Don or Danny.

"I'll go get it baby," Denver leaned over and kissed Izzy on the cheek. "Love you."

"Love you too," Izzy smirked, and saw Hayden's look of complete shock, because when they were dating not once had she said she loved him.

Denver went to go open the door, and luckily it was only Adam.

"Adam, what are you doing here?"

"I forgot something," the lab tech scratched at the back of his neck

"It's actually not a good time right now."

"Oh, is Danny still here?"

"No Adam, my brother is here."

"Cool Hayden, I haven't seen him in forever. So why is it not a good time?"

"Me and Hayden aren't on good terms ever since he cheated on Izzy."

"He dated Izzy, and then cheated on her?"

"Yeah, so it isn't a very happy atmosphere at the moment."

"I can always come back later and get it," he nodded.

"No, come in, you live 15 minutes from here, no need to go all the way back to your place with nothing."

Adam nodded and stepped inside the apartment as Denver closed the door behind him.

"Hey my main man Adam. What are you doing in the city?" Hayden smiled, at his college friend.

"I work here now, and it's strange how I ran into Denver at work. I actually ran right into her, a very interesting day she got so pissed at me, until she found out it was me."

"Well, since you're here, at least tell me that Denver's just playing around with being gay with Izzy."

"Well she isn't really gay... but she is bisexual. You should see them going at it like rabbits."

Hayden stood up with a frown, "Something weird is going on here, and I am going to figure it out. Maybe I'll be seeing you around sometime Adam," he pats his back. "You too Izzy, and happy birthday Denver," Hayden handed her a check. "Sorry for all the trouble I caused with you sis. I love you," he kissed her cheek.

"I love you too Hayden, even if you can be so damn hard headed sometimes."

Hayden nodded before leaving the apartment. Izzy sighed as she sat down on the couch.

"Okay, so why did Hayden ask if you were being gay with Izzy?" Adam directed his question to Denver.

"I was just doing it to protect Don from getting hurt from my brother."

"I was hoping you weren't really going to turn gay on me."

"Why would I do that to you, you poor man," Denver laughed and kissed his cheek, before plopping down next to Izzy on the couch. "Are you going to be okay Iz?" she asked, Isabella was a little quiet.

"Yeah, I'm fine, still can't see what I saw in him."

"It's his looks, all girls fall for it, and then end up getting hurt. I just wish, you weren't one of his girls. I didn't want you to date him, but you insisted to give the idea of you and him a chance."

"And now I regret every moment I spent with him, he's more hard headed than Danny," Izzy laid her head on Denver's shoulder.

"At least you're done with your hard headed boyfriend, I'm still stuck with Danny," Denver smirked. "I love you Iz."

"Love you too Dennykins," Izzy kissed her friend's cheek and Adam just shook his head.

"You girls are something else."

"And you just have to deal with it," Denver nudged him in the ribs. "Now, are you wanting to stay for donuts or not?"

Adam shrugged, "There's nothing else I'd rather be doing, then chilling with you... and Izzy I guess."

"Like it or not Ross, you want Denver, you have to learn how to deal with me too."

"You shouldn't be too hard to handle."


How did you like the chapter? Do you want more sooner or later, becuz I kno I want more sooner :)