I feel like a hypocrite... I told you wonderful readers that I would post yet another chapter connecting to my story, for I was sick. Believe it or not, colds run even when you aren't in school.

I'm still sniffle-y, and crap but I managed to grab my laptop and type this little chapter for you.

At the least perplex, Wen released her gently, for he did not realize how close the two adults seemed. He stared at her, his face in confusion, doubt, and mostly fret. He felt uneasy, as if he would fall over and faint. She cried harder, the tears running guiltily down her light cream covered face. He was taken back. 'She, raped? It couldn't be. Hell, it could very much be. They're in New York City for God's sake.'

She took a step forward, her hand extended to take his shoulder but he took another step back. 'Was this it?' She thought to herself, watching the scene unfold. 'Was this the end our their friendship?' or whatever it really was. It was more of a brother sister type moment. Where he'd help her out, she would be angry with him, whatever the reason may be, and somehow they'd forgive each other. 'But not this time...'

She took a step back. Leaving a wide gap in between the two figures she stared at him with sorrow eyes. 'He hates me.' She thinks, 'He thinks I'm some kind of monster.' She sniffed and shook her head. 'No,' she immediately thought, sharply, 'No, no, this cannot happen... Not again.' And her mind intently drifted back to Danny. She shuddered, more tears fell but more from her ex than Wendell.

He didn't say anything. More admiring the poor girl cry. Her face turned to sorrow, to irate, to regret. It was at the very least odd to see, but he was too dazed to respond. Even if he did respond, he knew he wouldn't have very accurate advice. Something more along the lines of, 'Oh, um... oh. Olivia I'm sorry...' and he would blush, looking at the stupid black and white tiles. Guilt would enter him because here he was, feeling stupid for embarrassing himself to the girl he might possibly have stirring for, when she's been through hell.

Her stomach fell. She felt her mind spinning and it hurt to her eyes to look around. She inhaled nosily, huffing, and whipping her tears vigorously though she didn't feel it. She bitterly walked past him. Ducking her head away from him as she passed his actual body, for she didn't want him to meet her pitiful gaze.

He turned, watching her for a brief moment until she disappeared inside her room. Running his hand through his shagged hair he looked around the bathroom. Thinking on how to make her fell better, but alas, he hadn't any answer. It was only breakfast time and he already found someway to make her feel like shit. Even if he was oblivious to what it actually was, he still managed to it, even if she was already feeling horrible.

Olivia sat on her bed crying. Her knees ducked under her as she sat and it pained her legs and knees but that was the last on her mind. She hugged her body, as it would be the only protection she has. She looked at her green covered bed spread, tears falling from her cheek staining the beautiful cotton from green to black from her adhesive like, sticky, now runny mascara that staining her cheeks and her bed.

She wiped her eyes. It was as if this was all she even done, was cry. All her life brought pain to her. From her childhood to her adulthood. She felt as if she was alone, every step of the way. Like trusting someone was going to haunt her and comeback and burn her. She moved her legs, from which she was seated on and where beginning to fall asleep painfully, to her side. She looked at the door, determined she should walk out, apologize and beg for forgiveness to Wen, and he's look at her and smile that cute dimple infested smile he wore too well, and they'd hug and everything would return to normal. Well, as normal as living in a box would be.

"Life doesn't work in fairytale endings..." She told herself softly. Her eyes wondered to her hands that she didn't realize was clutching a soft, crumbled tissue. Looking up, she thought back to Danny. How, he and her were perfectly aliened. He was great to her, but once she told him about her pregnancy he lost all trust.

She chuckled, but it was sad and halfhearted, "You'd think a boyfriend like him would be comforting to being raped and soon enough pregnant?" She told herself, her heart aching every time his name would pop up, soon enough his face would too. He soon kicked her out of his condo, leaving her alone, scared and empty.

She didn't have anywhere to go. The reason she moved to New York City was to be with her Danny. She had no support. Managing to make her own money with barley starting off as a Broadway star she managed to stay at a motel. After a week or so, she met Lanna, her roommate and best friend. She asked Olivia to move in with her, seeing as she's pregnant and basically homeless.

Olivia's smile beamed on her face thinking back at Lanna. It wasn't like everyday you'd meet such a great friend like that, and she was thankful. Standing, Olivia threw her tissue away, wiped her eyes and nose with the back of her hand, she walked out her room and into the living room.

Wen wasn't there. She knew instantly the only place left would be in his bedroom. Knocking softly, she heard movement but it was more of a body turning. Confused, Olivia turned the knob quietly, propping the door open slightly she peeked in. Seeing it was dark she opened the door fully.

She laughed silently to herself, seeing the messiness in his room. Cloths scattered. Papers, most likely from his business, was the only neatly stacked thing. She moved her vision towards his bed, which he easily slept in. A sad smirk formed her lips as she saw how unaffected his body was. It wasn't like she thought he wouldn't be able to sleep with this much information now out, more of sleeping on and off. Maybe being bothered by her situation, but he sleep freely and calmly.

His arm stretched comfortably beside his head, as the other laid beside his side. Moving her feet silently she walked towards him. Unaware that she was a foot away from where he sleep she felt awkward watching his body rest. Her eyes tricked down his chest, realizing his blanket was not on top of his. Coincidently, her eyes traveled downward, the erg of want more from this man pinged her and she stopped her eyes from going lower down his body any longer. She snapped them towards his face, and backed away.

Turning her heels Olivia left the man's room. It was only 10:00, how could he sleep so peacefully? After her cold shower, Olivia returned to her room. For she did not want to run into a certain red head, and honestly, she didn't want anymore pitiful looks he gave her. It made her feel weak, uninvited and mostly uncontrolled. And this Olivia, the Broadway diva, she needed to control.

After a moment of Olivia's reading, a small knock enters and echoed through the neat room. Olivia stopped her reading, and looked up. Her crossed legs on her bed, her book resting in her hands ever so comforting. She closed her book, losing her page the last of her worries, she uncrossed her legs, and made her way to the door. She held the doorknob, debating weather to see his sorrow filled face or to ignore him, and get back to her book.

She sighed, "Can't ignore him forever," she silently explained, opening the door. Unsurprisingly Wendell stood, his hands in his denim jeans, his shoulders tense, his eyes on the floor once he met her gaze. She swallowed nervously. "Hello Wendell."

He looked at her, giving her a small grin. "Hey... I just... I just wanted to stop by-" he stopped himself, realizing he sounds stupid. "I mean, like, how are you doing?"

She raises a brow. "I'm doing wonderful, Wen." She sarcastically states, placing her hands behind her back.

"I mean, like..." He looks at her and trails off.

She nods, "I understand. But, I'm feeling the same thing I was feeling once the doctor's told me I was pregnant. I feel horrible. I didn't ask for this. This man, I don't even know, took my virginity away from me, and... knocked me up. I will look at this baby, and... it won't know who their father is." She looks down at her bare feet. "Or their mother..."

"You're... giving it up?"

She looks up at him. "If you put it like that it makes me seem like a horrible mother." She sniffed, fighting the tears that desperately want to fall. "I just... I didn't ask for any of this, Wen..." she looks up, her eyes glassy, "I'm 21 for Pete's sake... It's not like I can be a mother. Especially if I look at it, and it doesn't have my eyes. It doesn't have my nose, my ears, my mouth. I can't look at this baby, and see the man who sexually assaulted me... I just- I just... I can't do it."

Wen nods, he doesn't say anything. "And, I lost the guy I thought I loved. I lost my shelter, and my friends didn't want any part of me..." She continued.

"So, where do you stay? Sleep, eat?"

She chuckles. "At the moment, here... But, I met a friend, she's now my best friend and I... I stay with her." A tear falls, she looks at the ground. "I'm just," she looks up, "I feel like I'm not good enough. In front of anyone..."

He smirks, "Oh come on... You're, Olivia White. The Broadway super star. I'm sure a lot of people look up to you."

She sniffs, "Well, I still find it annoying that you don't know about Broadway... But, thank you." He smiles and nods.

A silence falls over the two, but uncomfortable wasn't it. "... Olivia," she looks up at him and nods. "I... I wanna ask you, on a date." He smiles.

"Oh..." dazed at the statement, she looks at his chest. "Yeah, but... we're trapped inside this, pretty much prison cell... I don't think we can-"

"Trust me," he smirks and walks away, calling back at her, "Tonight, 8:00..." She only smiles, turns her heels, and shuts her door.

Fluff: I'm not a whiz at, but, I enjoy romantic happiness. So, I hope you enjoy my next chapter, on the two love birds date. I really don't know what's going to happen but I'm already picturing the date.

So, if you want drama in it, humor, or just plain, cliché romantic-ness, tell me in a review. I's appreciate it. Reviews= chapter 6. :D