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I was tapping my hands on the steering wheel. If I was going to bail, now was the time. All I had to do is slowly back out of the driveway. Nobody would know I even showed up. I hated these events. They were so predictable. Shane would be overly nice to everyone and Drake would get drunk and say something inappropriate and then I would make a dumb excuse, so I could leave. Why did we have to keep doing these special sibling dinners? The only one who really liked them were Tessa and well, she was no longer here. I looked at the clock. I was 5 minutes early. I sighed and decided to go in, before someone saw me out here.

I walked up the driveway trying to prepare myself, not that it would do me any good. I rang the doorbell and took a deep breathe. Help me out here, Tess. I thought.

"Hey, baby sis." Shane said, greeting me. He reached out and hugged me. I returned his hug and relaxed into it. Shane's hug were the best way to relieve stress. I didn't know how, but it worked.

"What's wrong?"

"Guess." I said, pulling back.

"Work?" I shook my head. "School?" I shook my head again. "Is it a guy?"

"Bingo."

"Jake?"

"Yes." His face dropped into a frown. He hugged me again.

"What did he do now? I thought you got rid of him?"

"Me too." I said, as we walked into the house. "He keeps texting me."

"Why?"

"He says he misses me, I know its bullshit, I just hate hearing from him." I shrugged out of my jacket.

"I bet." He said. "So why don't you have that detective talk to him again?"

"Not unless he shows up at my apartment unwelcomed." We heard shuffling from the other room. I sighed.

"Drake drinking again?"

"Always." We walked into the kitchen to find Drake picking up a glass he obviously dropped. Shane rushed over to help, while I stayed back and glanced at Drake. "Sorry, bro." He said, bending over to help. "Don't worry about it. Just go sit down." Shane finished cleaning up. I was checking my phone, when I heard a gasp. I looked up to see Drake looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothin, you just look like her, so much."

"I know, I know." I sighed. "Don't start in with that tonight." Shane, said sitting at the table with Drake.

"Why?"

"Because she doesn't like it."

"Sorry, baby." He said, looking at me.

"Whatever." I joined them at the table.

"What?" Drake asked. "Are you mad at me?"

"I just like sober Drake more."

"I like drunk Drake, he is funny." I shook my head.

"Is anyone laughing?"

"You guys, just don't have a sense of humor."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's it." I replied, dryly.

"Cut it out, guys." Shane begged. "Let's just have fun. No arguing."

We ate almost the meal Shane made. Well actually, Kelly made it. She was married to him, she knew his cooking wasn't impressive. She always made us dinner and left before we got here, to give us our privacy. We were all so different. Shane loved talking about "The Good Old Times." Drunk Drake loved talk about bizarre shit he did when he would get drunk with his buddies, while sober Drake, only talked about how much he wanted to leave the city and get away from all of his temptations, which included, liquor, drugs, and gambling. He sure knew how to make money and blow it in no time at all. Even though, Drake, was the one who had all the problems, I still felt like the odd one out. I didn't enjoying talking about our childhood, cause it was too painful. I mean, our childhood, was great, but it made me miss it. We couldn't get those days back and sometimes, talking about them, made it all that much worse.

"I fell off the bar and landed face first on floor." Drake, laughed, telling another one of his tales. "And that ladies and gentleman, is how I broke my nose." I rolled my eyes. Why did he have to do these things? I wanted to help him. Shane and I both did, but trying to get Drake help, was a loss cause. After several failed attempts, we realized we couldn't help him until, he wanted help.

I got a text from Jake again. I sighed and rubbed my hands through my hair. "What's the problem?" Shane asked.

"Jake."

"Jake?" Drake asked. "That asshole still bothering you?"

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with."

"What? Come on! Baby, if he is bothering you, just tell me where he lives. I can fix it."

"Stop it." I sighed.

"You sounded just like her there."

Okay that was enough. "Shut the fuck up, already!" I screamed.

"Why? Its true. Sometimes its like she's back."

"Well she isn't and you know how I hate hearing that shit!" I stood up. I think it was time for me to bow out. "Thanks for dinner Shane." I kissed him on the cheek. Drake stood up. "I don't want see or hear from you until you are sober." I grabbed my phone and left.

I should have known better. What made me think things could stay good? Nothing stays good. Nothing. Drake had to bring up painful things. Especially, when he was drunk. Jake didn't stay gone. No matter how much I wished upon a star and prayed. Kevin and I were not talking to each other. After our one night together, we kind of didn't talk afterwards. I didn't really know why. When I would see him, I would run into a room he wasn't authorized to go in. I just couldn't face him. I liked him and being with him, even for that one night, was the most amazing and intense experience of my life. The morning after, we said goodbye, before he passionately kissed me. That was the last time we spoke and that was weeks ago. I sighed. Maybe I did this. Made my life turn this way. Maybe I was doomed to lead a life, full of mistakes.

A Few Weeks Later...

Javier's POV...

"Bro, come on! It's been weeks! You gotta get back out there! I'll be there helping you every step of the way." I stopped. "Well not every step, but just until the fun starts." I smacked Ry on the arm.

"Javi, I don't want to go out. I just want to get this paperwork down and go home." He never looked up from his desk. This was pathetic.

"Don't act that way. I know better."

"Just let me do my job. Don't you have something more important to be doing?"

"Nope, just bugging you."

"Go bug, Lanie." He said, tossing a paper to the side.

"Lanie and I done." I said, flicking a paperclip at him. "So we need to go out tonight."

"I'm not going." I sighed. This is guy was wasting a great opportunity.

"Why not?"

"I told you why not." He stood up and went into the break room. Who was this guy kidding, like I wouldn't follow him.

"You are still into munchkin, aren't you?" I asked, not believing it.

"Javi, just let it go."

"Bro, you slept with her. That's what you wanted. You did it and now it is out of your system, you should be happy with that and move on." I looked at him, he just shook his head. "Unless, there is more to it than that." I said, while he poured coffee. "You don't have feelings for her, do you?"

"Javi, I'm not talking about it." He shot me a warning look and left the room.

"You don't have to talk, I will do it for you. You really like her and now what, you aren't going to see her again? That makes perfect sense. Perfect. You know, you sure are a genius. When I like a girl, I don't go for it either."

"Javi!" He screamed. Getting the attention of everyone around us. "Just drop it."

"No, I want to know. What did munchkin do to make you, stay away from her?" I wasn't dropping this. I needed answers. He didn't say anything. He just sat there and typed on the computer. I couldn't believe it. This guy spent numerous hours telling me everything about Jenny. I felt like a third person in that relationship. Then he tells me about the amazing time he had with Cheyenne and now he just wasn't into her anymore. If I had a chance with her. I would take it. Ry still wouldn't say anything. I was going to find out, if not from him, I would get answer from someone else. I knew exactly who to go to.

Cheyenne's POV...

"I'm leaving, I will see you Thursday, okay?" I said, to Lanie, as I was slipping on my coat.

"See you later sweetie." She gave me a smile. I turned off the light at my desk, before turning and walking out.

I saw Javi, walking down the hallway. Undoubtedly, on his way to see Lanie.

"Hey, Munchkin." He smiled.

"Hey, Javi."

"Just the girl, I was looking for."

"What? Why?"

"I want to ask you something."

"Okay." This was a little weird.

"It's about Ry." I flinched and he saw it. "What's going on between you two?"

"Uh, nothing." I was a terrible liar.

"Did he say or do anything to upset you?" He asked, making me squirm.

"No."

"Nothing at all?"

"Nope."

He nodded. "So there is nothing going on between you guys?"

"No. There really isn't."

"He seems to be going through something and I am pretty sure it has to do with you."

"Look, Javi, I am sorry, but I can't help." I walked past him. I got a few steps before he grabbed my arm to stop me.

"Come on, its me. Please, don't lie."

"It's personal." I said.

"Look, I can't make you talk to me, but I can ask you to talk to Ry. I think it could help him." I felt bad. I didn't want to cause Kevin any problems.

"Javi." I started.

"I know there is something going on, please fix it." He let go of my arm and walked away. I stood there for awhile. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't do anything. I couldn't fix anything. If Kevin was upset, that I was ignoring him, I could understand that. I could even apologize, but If he was upset, because he wanted to be with me, I couldn't fix that. I wasn't good for him. I just wasn't, no matter how much I wanted to be. I gave in and realized Javi was right, the least I could do is apologize to him. He deserved it.

I went to find him, but he had already went home.

I figured I would give him a call. "Hello?" He answered.

"Kevin, its me, Cheyenne."

There was a pause. "Hey." He said, I couldn't sense any emotion.

"I really need to talk to you. Can you come over to my place or meet me somewhere?" I hoped he would.

"Right now?"

"Yes, unless you are busy."

"Uh, no. I can come over."

"Great."

"Be there in like 15, okay?"

"Okay. I'll see you then." I smiled. Okay, the good thing was that I was going to be able to apologize, the bad thing was that I was going to be alone with him in my apartment. I sighed. This was strictly one friend talking/apologizing to another. I could control myself. I wasn't an animal.

Kevin showed up on time and I invited him in. He seemed a little uneasy. I offered him something to drink, but he declined. He looked like a wreck. I hadn't seen him in days. He looked like he hadn't been sleeping. I decided to jump right into it. I wasn't sure if I was the reason for him looking this way, but if I was, I was going to fix it, just like Javi said I should. I sat down on the couch and patted the cushion next to mine, so he would stop standing like a statue. He sat down and I relaxed a little.

"Thank you for coming over."

"No problem. So, what did you want to talk about?" He still seemed nervous.

"I wanted to apologize. I have been really rude and distant towards you." He nodded. "I'm really sorry, I just thought it would be easier."

"Easier? What are you talking about?"

"I thought it would be easier to just avoid you then to just tell you the truth."

"Which is?" I took a deep breathe.

"We should have never slept together." It sounded rude, but it was the truth.

"Why not?"

"Well I was sending you the wrong message."

He squinted and looked away. "You don't like me?"

"I do. I just can't be with you."

"Why not?"

"We are too different. You're 34 years old. I'm 23 years old. You're a cop. I'm just a student/waitress. In short, I'm just not good enough for you. I don't deserve you. It would be wrong for me to just overlook it, so I could be with you. You have to know that I'm right." I was trying to explain it the best way I could. "You deserve better than me. I still want to be friends if that's okay. I just can't be more than that. You deserve someone better than me. Someone like you." I took another deep breathe.

He wasn't say anything and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing a bad thing. I sat there quietly and waited for him. Waited for to say or do something. Anything.

He ran his hands through his hair and stood up. I still sat there motionless. "You mean everything you just said?" He asked, looking at me, for the first time in awhile.

"Yes." I nodded.

He gave me a look of disbelief. "Are you still in love with him?"

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Jake." I shook my head.

"This has nothing to do with Jake."

"Okay, well I didn't ask that."

"No. I'm not in love with him." I couldn't believe he would ask that.

"Well I can't say you were lying when you said, we were different. I am older and have a lot of baggage." He said, as if he was just realizing it. "You are just starting your life and I am already living mine."

I nodded. "So we can be friends, right?" I asked. He looked at me with an amused look on his face.

"Cheyenne, we are different, but that doesn't mean anything. I don't want to be with someone just like me. I want someone different. Something new. I like that we are different. If I was with someone who was a cop, I wouldn't be able to deal with it. You are different from me, but in the best possible ways. Being a cop can be.." He stopped. "Difficult. It can turn, a good day, into a bad one, in an instant. Its stressful, but since I have met you, I have never been so eager to go to work, because I know that no matter how stressful it gets, I can see you and talk to you and it makes my day a thousand times better."

I didn't know what to say. I wasn't expecting him to say any of that. I actually thought for a brief second that he agreed with me.

"Cheyenne, there is no criteria for dating me. You don't have to have a glamorous job. I knew who you were long before now, and that only made me like you. I slept with you, not just because you were a young girl and I just went though a divorce. I slept with you ,because I am attracted to you and I wanted you see just how much I cared about you." His hand grazed my cheek. "Don't you see just how amazing you are? I like you, just the way you are. I would never want you to change."

Before, I knew it my eyes were getting misty. Nobody had ever said anything like that to me. I took a deep breathe. What was I supposed to say to that?