Sorry there was no post yesterday but it was the Wimbledon final!

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SPOILERS - this week - Madison is frustrated, Scott is distraught and Erica is distressed...

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Marissa took another sip of her coffee. It didn't seem to be working, if anything she felt more woozy. It tasted odd as well. In the end she put it to one side. Her co-ordination was so bad she almost missed the bedside cabinet and she had to push the mug carefully back from the edge.

She also became aware that Scott was talking to her. They were sat together at the head of the bed. She wasn't sure she'd heard what he said over the last few minutes but she made the effort to try and hear him now.

"… and I feel like I can tell you anything. You're my very best friend! Madison and I are… I love her, of course I do. But it's different. I guess I'm scared if I tell her too much she'd leave me again. But you… you helped me out of the worst of it! Helped get me out of prison! I can tell you anything. You're my best friend!"

Marissa nodded her head and patted his hand even though he was rambling what he was saying did make sense.

"You're my friend too." she said, leaning closer.

"I can tell you anything…" said Scott again. He was staring at her.

Marissa nodded again, but she didn't like the way it made the room spin.

Scott pulled her hand to his lap, still staring at her.

"Do you ever wonder what would have happened with us if you had met me before JR?"

Marissa tried to focus on his expression.

"No." she said. "I like what we have."

Scott looked a little disappointed so Marissa felt the need to clarify her statement.

"If things had been different I wouldn't have AJ or Bianca and you wouldn't have Madison and Holly."

"But we could have had something couldn't we?" he asked leaning closer.

"We did." she said. "But I like this better."

"But you're so wonderful." said Scott dreamily. "I wonder…"

And suddenly he was swooping in for a kiss.

Marissa ducked away and slipped off of the edge of the bed and onto the floor.

"Whoa!" she exclaimed. "No you don't! These lips are taken!"

Scott collapsed onto her side of the bed face down.

"I'm sorry." he mumbled into the mattress.

"Well, don't do it again." Marissa exclaimed crossly, and then she spotted her phone on the mattress where she had dropped it earlier. "I need to call Bianca!"

She picked up her cell and sat back down on the carpet, her back against the side of the bed and her feet splayed out at odd angles in front of her. She strained to focus on her phone screen to find she was still connected to her messenger system and had never hung up. She disconnected the call and searched for Bianca's name in her phone book.

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The news of Madison's disappearance had put a bit of a dampener on Kendall's Halloween party but they did the best they could to keep the kids entertained. Afterwards at the Montgomery-Tasker-Chandler household bedtime however was a harder prospect. The kids were all very worried by the fact that Marissa hadn't called and they didn't want to go to sleep until she had. It took a lot of persuasion and a promise to wake them up when she did get in touch, until they reluctantly put their heads down on their pillows. Bianca didn't want to admit to them she was just as worried as they were. She had tried calling Marissa's cell a few times over the course of the evening and all she got was an engaged signal and the answerphone. She'd left four messages now.

Where was Marissa?

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Bianca had been sitting up in bed staring at her phone, unable to sleep when finally it rang. It made her jump out of her skin.

Bianca looked at the caller ID. It was Marissa.

"Marissa!" she cried putting the phone to her ear, relieved to hear from her.

"I love you." Marissa exclaimed from her end of the phone. "…And I'll love you forever."

"I love you too." said Bianca, a little confused by Marissa's choice of introduction.

"… And… And I need you and I'll never… never leave you!" she continued to say.

"Okay?" said Bianca, was it her imagination or was Marissa slurring her words.

"And I would make you so happy for the rest of your life..! I would take you away and I would make you my wife..!"

"Hang on, are you quoting Meatloaf lyrics at me?" asked Bianca. "Marissa are you drunk?"

"No! No… no… no… I just had coffee… Two coffee."

"I only asked because you don't sound yourself."

"Who do I sound like?" asked Marissa. It was her turn to sound confused.

"Did you get my messages about Madison?" Bianca asked urgently.

"I did, but I didn't understand it." said Marissa, her voice suddenly seemed very pathetic. "I feel strange."

"Sweetheart, is there someone there with you?" asked Bianca, she was getting worried now.

"Scott!" Marissa exclaimed loudly. "Scott is with me. But we didn't kiss! No sir-ee! He tried to but I told him no because I love you. I love you soooo much. I only want to kiss you! I want to kiss you now." Bianca then heard the smacking sound to lips on the phone speaker.

Despite her words Marissa certainly sounded drunk. What the hell was going on?

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