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Betty stormed angrily up the stairs of her apartment, frantically searching for the keys hidden in the bottom of her purse. She'd taken the train home straight from the restaurant, feeling Daniel's eyes on her as she walked away.

She just wanted to get as far away from him as possible. How dare he say those things? It wasn't her fault they were in this situation. The fact that he implied that was-

"Betty."

She glanced up when she reached her floor, hearing the familiar voice. "Matt," she managed to finally reach her keys, "what are you doing here?"

He shifted his weight, giving her a grin. "I figured you'd be home by now. Just wondering if you wanted to catch a bite to eat. Hadn't seen you in awhile…I missed you," Matt explained.

Betty smiled half-heartedly up at him, still distracted by the thoughts running through her head. "Oh…that's so sweet," she placed the keys in the lock, turning back and grinning at him. "I actually just came from dinner," Betty replied, purposely omitting the fact that was with Daniel and that they'd never actually eaten.

"Oh. Okay. Well umm…wanna catch a movie or something?" Matt wondered, feeling the blush rush to his cheeks.

Maybe he should've called before. Betty looked really deep in thought when she was coming up the stairs. Almost upset really. He needed to work on his timing. She opened the door, inviting him inside. She sat her things down, turning back towards him.

"Umm…I don't know, Matt. I'm just- not really in the mood tonight. Sorry." she replied apologetically, rubbing her forehead.

"No it's fine, no need to apologize. I was just in the area and…" Matt stopped mid-sentence, noticing her demeanor was off. "Okay what's bothering you? You looked a little upset coming up the stairs."

Betty bit her lower lip, shrugging and walking toward her refrigerator. "It's nothing. Not even worth mentioning," she poured herself some looked at her skeptically.

"Want something to drink?" she offered, realizing his eyes were still glued to her.

"No. No thanks I'm fine," Matt crossed his arms. Betty took another big gulp of her juice, suddenly wishing there was alcohol in it.

"Well…if you're sure nothing's wrong…" he grinned, placing a hand on the doorknob. A wave of guilt hit Betty, watching as Matt started to open the door. She was being cold to him for no reason.

"Wait." She moved closer to him. "I'm sorry if I seem…rude. I don't mean to be," she looked up at him apologetically, interlacing her fingers.

"You don't have to apologize. Just wish I knew what was bothering you. Maybe I can help?" Matt watched her glance at the hardwood floor, letting out a deep breath.

"It's just…I was with Daniel. We were supposed to be having a conversation, but it turned into an argument. He just made me so mad. Things have been crazy at work and otherwise, and it's frustrating. It's frustrating not being able to talk to the one person I trust the most. We're not communicating and it makes everything so stressful," Betty felt tears spring to her eyes. She knew she was rambling because she was telling Matt things she normally wouldn't. Her thoughts were all over the place.

Matt watched her closely, letting what she was telling him sink in. The person I trust the most. "Hmm. Is this because of me?" he put a hand to his chin.

Betty was caught off guard. "What do you mean?" she asked quietly.

"Well…you guys were umm…getting along fine before I came back into town weren't you?" Matt raised an eyebrow, watching Betty blush.

She ran a hand through her hair, shaking her head. "It's not your fault, Matt. Daniel and I just…" she trailed off, unable to find words.

"Just what? Love each other?" he asked the question presumptuously, watching Betty pause.

"Wait. What? I never said-"

"You don't have to, Betty. Gosh, I don't know why I didn't put it together before," he chuckled to himself, shaking his head and running a hand over his face.

"Put what together?" her heart was starting to race. She wasn't sure she liked where this was going.

"How often do you think about Daniel?" he asked directly.

She shrugged, averting her eyes. "I-I don't know Matt!" Her defenses were up. She knew how often. Every day. Almost everything reminded her of him.

"I think you do know, Betty," he gave her a slight grin. Betty crossed her arms, avoiding his eyes.

"Look at me…" Matt touched her shoulders, tilting her chin upward. "Be honest with me, Betty. Give me some credit. I used to be your boyfriend. I might not know you as well as Daniel, but…I do know you. You miss him. The same way I miss you."

Betty felt a tear slip down her cheek as she looked into Matt's gentle eyes. She felt all her excuses, all the reasons why Matt was wrong fade away.

He was right. He was absolutely right. She missed Daniel like crazy since Matt had returned, and as a result at times, Matt probably felt like an afterthought. She hated that. She missed Daniel not only because he was her friend, but because somewhere along the way, between her grief over Matt, late movie nights, and serenades on her rooftop, she'd fallen in love with him.

"Matt…I don't know what to say," she said through her tears, "I do love you."

Matt wiped at her cheeks. "I know. I love you too. I just wish things were different," he felt himself getting a little choked up as tears rimmed his eyes.

Betty placed her hands on his chest, feeling herself being wrapped up in a hug. "I'm sorry…" she said, resting her head on his shoulder.

"You don't need to apologize to me," Matt rubbed her back, "it's how you feel. You can't really control that." She sighed, pulling away slightly. He brought his hands to her face, gently kissing her forehead.

"I think should go," he grinned down at her, his hand lingering on her cheek. Betty nodded, blinking back tears. "I'll be seeing you," Matt opened the door, giving her another gaze.

Betty swallowed over the lump in her throat. "I'll see you," she replied quietly, the soft sound of the door shutting leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Amanda strolled block toward her apartment, ignoring the pain her new heels were inflicting on her feet. She opened her cell phone, ready to send Marc a nasty text about his choice in shoes. So engrossed in her message she wasn't paying attention to the man quickly coming out of her cell phone flew out of her grasp, hitting the concrete.

"Great," Amanda muttered, bending down to pick up her battery and associated pieces of her phone.

"I'm sorry. Let me get that for you." Amanda glanced up into the familiar gaze of Matt Hartley.

"Matt!" she gasped.

"Oh. Hi Amanda," he grinned, handing her cell phone back to her.

"Sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going. I mean, I'm usually not, but, ya know-" she rambled as Matt grinned.

He nodded in understanding. "It's okay. I wasn't exactly being attentive either. How've you been?" he cleared his throat.

"Uh…yeah I've been good. How about you? You here to see Betty?" Amanda raised an eyebrow, really looking into his eyes. They looked a little damp.

"Umm…I was, yeah. Didn't exactly go how I'd planned, but…it's fine." Matt shrugged.

"Oh." Amanda wondered if Betty had talked to Daniel. Maybe that's why Matt looked so down. "Well listen, if you ever wanna talk, or grab drinks or something, you know where I live," she offered, adjusting the tote on her shoulder.

"Sure. Thanks Amanda. Might take you up on that," he smiled, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Amanda ignored the blush that crept to her cheeks. "No prob. I'll see you later," she opened the door to her building as he strolled down the block.

Daniel slammed the door to his apartment shut, throwing his blazer on the ground. He was such an idiot. He didn't mean a word of what he'd said to Betty. He'd wanted to tell her the exact opposite. How he couldn't go on another minute without holding her in his arms. How much he missed the smell of her hair, the nearness of her. How much he loved her. "Ugh!" he placed his head in his hands, mad at his stupidity. He needed to make this right. And he needed to do it now.

Betty sat on the small couch in her apartment, trying to get her emotions in check. Within a couple of hours, she'd gone from being furious at Daniel to sad and confused.

All this time, she'd been lying to herself to spare Matt's feelings. She'd ended up hurting him anyway, the last thing in the world she wanted to do. He'd been through so much having to leave everything he knew, and she'd only made things worse.

Betty massaged her temples, sighing as she remembered the way she'd left things with Daniel. Maybe she overreacted to what he was saying. Maybe she'd taken it the wrong way. They needed to talk.

Knocking on the door broke her train of thought. "Betty…are you there? It's Amanda." Betty stood from the couch and opened the door.

"Amanda. What's up?" Betty watched her remove her heels and walk past her inside.

"Oh, thank goodness. My feet were killing me," Amanda let herself in. Betty closed the door, crossing her arms. Amanda made herself comfortable on Betty's couch, kicking her feet up. "So?" she asked expectantly.

Betty raised an eyebrow. "So…what?"

"I ran into Matt on the way up…" she began, watching Betty nod knowingly. Amanda grinned, patting the spot next to her on the couch. Betty sat next to her, biting her lip.

"We talked. I'll just say he helped me realize some things," she left it simple.

"You got a chance to talk to Daniel?" Amanda knew she was being a little nosey, but she was genuinely concerned about Daniel. He hadn't been this mopey since Molly died, so clearly something was wrong.

"Yeah. Well…not really. We had an argument. It wasn't really what I was hoping for," Betty fiddled with the 'B' on her necklace.

"Hmm. Well…I'm sure whatever you guys argued about, he didn't mean it. It's pretty obvious how much he-" Amanda stopped, catching herself. "How much he cares for you."

Betty looked over at Amanda, giving her a small grin. For the way they'd started their relationship, Amanda had actually turned into a pretty good friend. And for that she was grateful. "Thanks for saying that. Hopefully we can clear things up," Betty replied.

Amanda sighed, getting up. "Well…good talk. I'm starved. Time to see what Marc's making us for dinner," she gathered her purse and shoes.

"Okay. See you later," Betty closed the door behind her, eyeing the cell phone on the small dining table. Two missed calls? Her phone must've been on vibrate.

They were from Daniel. She dialed voicemail. "Hey…" Daniel let out a long sigh, "I guess you…don't want to talk to me, or hear what I have to say right now. Don't blame you. Listen, all that stuff I said at the restaurant, I didn't mean it. I just- I don't know, Betty. I thought I could give you space and everything, but…it's been harder than I ever imagined. I miss you something awful, Betty…" he paused for a few moments. "I- there's so much I want to say, and-" Betty moved the phone from her ear, hearing light knocking on the door.

She hung the phone up and swung the door open, half-expecting to see Amanda there again asking for something random. It wasn't.

Betty stared up into the cool blue eyes of the man invading her thoughts and her heart. "Daniel."

DUN, DUN DUN! LOL. I like to leave you guys with a mini-cliffhanger. Betty needed that wake up call, and I think Matt was a good person to give it to her. I kinda of wanna do a little something with Matt cause I did like his character (at times), but I don't know if it should be in this story or a spin-off to this story. Anyway...PUSH REVIEW. Thanks for reading!