AN: This chapter was hard/easy to write. Thanks for the 15 reviews, it means the world to me.

Dan's POV (I thought it was necessary, okay?) (Haha references.)

It had been two day's since I made a stupid mistake. But I had to stop living in the past. I was going to go to a pub, get drunk and hopefully everything will be numb for a few hours. I walk into the pub and sit down. I ordered a beer and drank down half of it in one gulp. A guy sat next to me.

"Hard day?" He asked.

"Yeah, more like hard few days." I muttered.

"Nothing compared to my day today." He countered.

"Really? My girlfriend broke up with me because of a mistake and blames me for cheating on her."

"I took a girl who recently had been cheated on out on a date, thinking she'd be an easy rebound girlfriend and she stopped me from kissing her because she thought of the guy who cheated on her. I had to apologize and then to cover it up say that she should go get her guy back." As he talked I finished my beer and had another one.

"Easy rebound girlfriend?"

"Yeah, my ex was crazy. I didn't want to look bad when I was around her." He said.

"Are you kidding." I ordered another beer.

"Not really. To be honest, she seemed to be easy to get into bed."

"You can't treat women like that." I said, furious now.

"Don't tell me what to do, bro."

"Don't call me bro!" I snarled.

"Hey, I just wanted to get laid by a pretty girl who walked into my coffee shop. Cool it."

"This girl- whatever her name is- is a living, breathing, thinking person. So stop treating her like an item that you can use." I stated angrily the alcohol was starting to kick in. I finished my bottle of beer and ordered another.

"Her name? Leslie. Cute name right? She's even hotter than you'd imagine. Shoulder length brown hair, blue-grey eyes, perfect curves." My head snapped up.

"Leslie? You piece of scum wanted to rebound with my Leslie?"

"Your Leslie?"

"You're talking to her ex right now. The one you told her to go back to." I was definitely drunk.

"Come on bro, she's way out of your league."

"No, she's way out of your league."

"Like I said, I needed a rebound."

That's when I punched him. I don't know why. The alcohol was getting to my brain. I had a rush of adrenaline, thinking of Leslie.

"You piece of trash! Stay away from Leslie!" I yelled.

Someone pulled me off him. It was too late though, he had a bloody lip. He screamed and ran away when he saw the blood. What a wimp. I left the bar and hailed a cab. I rode the way back to the apartment, talking to the cabbie the whole time.

"So, I have this girl back home. She lives next door. She's the most gorgeous girl ever. She has brown hair and blue eyes and is always happy and smiling with her perfect white teeth. She always wears the cutest clothes."

"I have a wife back home. She's gorgeous too, though she's a lot older than your girl I believe."

"Well, heres the thing. She's not my girl. At least not anymore. She broke up with me because of an accident." I told him what happened recently.

"Well, mate, you're home. Go sober up and then tell her how much you love her and need her."

"I never told you I loved her."

"Well, isn't it obvious? You're head over heals in love with her."

"I know. But she doesn't love me anymore."

"Are you dim? Of course she does. She stopped kissing someone because she was thinking of you."

I paid the man (and gave him a large tip for the advice and company) and went inside. When I walked to my door, it opened and Phil came out, obviously angry.

"Where were you Dan? It's late? I thought you got murdered! Or worse! The Holy Mother came to get you because I never met her!"

"Phil. You're being stupid."

"Dan. You're drunk. Come on. Let's get you too sober up."

"Phil. You don't understand! I blew it and it wasn't even my fault!" I slurred, half shouting.

"Dan. Just calm down. You're drunk" Phil said slowly and calmly.

"Yeah, so?" I shot back. That was the best my drunken mind could do.

"You know what Dan?" Phil was upset. This wasn't good. He never got upset. "Go to your room."

"Whatever. You don't get it." I said, walking into my room. Phil went into his room.

Five minutes passed and I was super bored. I stood up. I had to fix things with Leslie. If I could just go see her. That's it. She lives next door. I can go visit her. I stumbled out of my apartment and down the hall way. I knocked (banged) on her door. A puffy eyed Leslie opened the door cautiously.

AN: Haha same cliff hanger pretty much, two days in a row you guys probably hate me. -Georgia