Okies, Lovely People. I've decided to update once more. I feel like I'm spoiling you with these. Unfortunately they will slow down becauuuse school is starting in a couple days soooo I will have less time to write I'll do my best guys, just keep reading reviewing and enjoying and I'll get them to you as best I can while also writing for "Must've Done Something Right."

No Spashley or coupley people in this one. Just three individual characters without their other halves.

Disclaimer: Obvs. Not mine. Minus the storyline and OC's.

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Oneliner: Well you'll see what she's thinking and how she's dealing with things in this chapter.

BreakYourHeart: Hey I'm all for calling nurse santana. But briley will be mentioned in the next one, don't worry. The next one's the sort of biggie with a liiitle twist.

tbplrbear1: Well I'm glad you decided to come out of the closet and stop lurking to give me a review. Yeah, Ardex has always been a favorite along side Spashley. We'll get to know the other couples as well. But the usual focus is on Ardex and Spashley.

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Can defenses be broken?

Alex's POV

Yesterday was intense. Glad I'm not needed on set today, I just need to relax and think things over. I mean, I like Arden. I could kiss her forever, there's an obvious attraction there. But can I love her? Can I give her what she wants? Can I trust her with myself? Can I trust myself with her? I groan in frustration before my phone buzzes. The name flashes across the screen. Brooke Leighton. I answer it.

"Hey Brooke." I say dully.

"Whoa, someone's off their mood, today." Her raspy voice chuckles out.

"Yeah. I've just got a lot going on." I sigh. "A slight girl issue as well."

"Oh?" She muses. "Getting back on the horse after Bridge? Who's the filly your mounting?"

I roll my eyes at her and smile, "That's kind of something that I would say, Brooke. I'm impressed." What? I so would.

"No dodging the question." She says in a fake stern voice.

"Can we just talk about it later today? We can meet up. I'm kind of hungry anyways."

"Ah, the black hole reappears." She's refering to my stomach and the fact that when I'm hungry I eat really fast and food disappears into the "black hole."

I just roll my eyes at her again."Brooke…if it were possible I'd hit you through the phone right now."

"D'aww, I angered the Coop-monster." She chuckles and I growl playfully. "Fine, fine. But I get to pick the place. A friend of mine has a great bar/club/restaurant in town. I'll swing by and pick you up in an hour."

"Alright."

I toss my phone on my bed as I get ready for my lunchdate with a certain choreographer. Smudge attacks my feet trying to play as I try to figure out what I'm wearing. I chuckle at his weirdness and poke him with my foot. He rolls over onto his back and starts batting at my legs, mewling. Yes, he's my cat, you can tell by the level of goof in him. He's quite the ham.

The hour comes fairly quickly and I hear a knock at my door. I pad to the door and open it. "We'll don't you look ravishing. Hot date?" I tease as I see Brooke.

"Nah, just my weird ex-roommate best friend." I roll my eyes and grin. Brooke and I were roommates at UCLA before we were both famous. Back then I was a small little writer and she was dancing up a storm in a studio by herself and in clubs.

"Been too long, Leighton." I pull her into a hug. "What's new?"

"Ugh, I've got to deal with Duarte now. They made me an offer I can't refuse." She scoffs and groans.

"What all the money in the world?" I joke.

"No, but close to it," She smirks. "It's just to choreograph some stuff for her tour."

"Lucky you, chica." I say in my imitation of Madison.

She just laughs, "Good to have you back Coop. You kind of dropped off the earth. Sorry to hear about Bridge."

"Nah, it's fine. She's moved on and well…I'll tell you my latest dilemma at the restaurant." She nods.

"After you, babe." She winks and I push her lightly.

We get to the place and I see that it's Sappho's, of course it is. Definitely going to talk about the owner's girlfriend's sister in here. I roll my eyes. "You know Lucy?"

Brooke looks at me surprised, "Yeah. We met at a fashion show that her girlfriend designed."

"Great." I quip. She looks at me confused. "Let's just say that the person I have a dilemma with is linked to Lucy's girlfriend."

"Oh, we can leave if you want. But I told Lucy I was coming by so-"

"No, really it's fine. Great place." I smile and Brooke chuckles.

We grab a booth and order. Jesus, all lesbian's in the LA area are somehow related aren't they? The L word had it right with that damn chart.

"So, talk. Who's got you thinking over your feelings? I haven't seen you this stressed out since finals week."

"Hey in my defense those classes were freakin' hard and you know it." She rolls her eyes. "And to answer your question. Arden Davies." Her eyes widen.

"Arden Davies? Infamous player and movie star Arden Davies?" I nod. "Babe…she's going to rip right through you. She has her ways of getting girls."

I groan, "Thank you for that."

Brooke takes my hand, "I just don't want to see you hurt, okay Al? How do you know she isn't going to just find someone else?" She strokes my hand with her thumb. I open my mouth to retort when a voice cuts me off.

"Well, well, well…what do we have here?" Lucy says coming up to our table. Brooke lets go of my hand.

"Hey Lucy." Brooke smiles and flashes her white teeth.

"Hey Brooke. Good to see you. Didn't know you were coming by with Coop over here though."

"She's a close friend of mine. We were roommates back at UCLA."

"Oh?" Lucy questions and raises a brow. Brooke nods, obviously not getting what Lucy is playing at. "Coop, can I talk to you for one moment?" I roll my eyes. Here we go again. Arden thought I was touching her sister. Lucy thinks I'm with Brooke. I'm not some slore, people jeez. I mean coommee on.

I walk back into Lucy's office. "You are so lucky I came out here and it wasn't Ky. She would have murdered you. What the hell are you thinking bringing Brooke here and flirting with her in my bar where the Davies frequently go?" She growls out.

"Luce, listen okay? I was discussing Arden with her alright?" Lucy looks confused. "Brooke's my best friend like awkward sister incest material if we ever hooked up, and this whole situation is confusing me, I just needed another perspective okay? There's nothing going on. I would never do that to Arden."

Lucy rubs the back of her neck, "My bad, Coop. She's just like my little sister ya know?"

"I know, Luce. But I'd never disrespect you or her like that by bringing a date in here okay? This place is sacred." She nods.

"I'll be around if you need me. Sorry." She apologizes, embarrassed.

"It's alright, Luce." I hug her and go back to the booth.

"She thought we were together didn't she." Brooke says and I chuckle. "Well, can't say that was the first time. Two lesbians living together got us a lot of crap in college. Not that we didn't attempt it." I cringe at the image of Brooke and I fumbling around one night when we were drunk.

"Yeah, that was hopeless." We smile and giggle at our little memories. "I think I have more bruises from that night than my whole entire life and not in a good way, hun." She winks at me and I shake my head.

"Anyways, back to Arden, what's the huge deal of getting involved with her I mean it could just be for a little fun right?…It's not like she's in love with you." I look at my hands. Brooke gasps, "She's in love with you."

I nod, "And I can't do what I did to Bridget to her."

"Shit, Coop. They all fall in love with you don't they? Can't have a good no strings fuck without them claiming they love you."

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, because I've had soooo many of those." She chuckles.

"Point taken. So what are you going to do?"

I just shrug, "I guess I have to try to be open."

"Open to what?"

"Love." Brooke's eyes flash with concern. "Brook we all know I'm funny, I say what I mean, I can lay on the charm, but feelings…not so much. I've got so many fucking barriers up that Bridget tried to pull down but couldn't. What if Arden's just the same?"

"Because the way you look when you talk about her is so much different than the way you were with Bridget." I look up at her surprised. "I think if you let yourself, you'll fall Al. The question is, can you let your guard down? I know shits happened to you that's put you this way, but Al you have to let people in. You can't be the tough one all the time, it's too exhausting."

I let her words sink in. We eat in mostly in silence and hop back in the car. Planning on meeting sometime next week and we say our goodbyes with a hug. I walk into my house and flop on the bed. Smudge just stares at me.

"What? Do you want something from me too?" I pet his head and he meows loudly. "Ah huh, fine. You big fat cat. It's dinner time for you." He perks up and scrambles out of the room. And this is what my life has amounted to, nights at home with my cat. I am such a lesbian stereotype.