A/N: So this chapter didn't take a year to come up with. I feel so proud of myself. I have some big tests next year and finals soon after, but I'm gonna try to keep this going. Hopefully, I'll make time for myself to do this.

I couldn't tell what Remy was thinking, but whatever it was, it caused a major twisting feeling in my stomach that was getting increasingly hard to ignore.

"I'm sorry." The words left my mouth before I even knew what happened. "I should've kept my mouth shut. I'm an ass, I know. I'll understand if you're pissed at me."

She took her hands back and placed them on her lap before I had to listen closely, her voice barely audible, "You don't have to apologize. And you're not an ass…and I'm not mad." She gave a sad smile and I wasn't sure whether it was meant to make me feel better or to make herself feel better. "Chase is going away for a week and I didn't know about it. I think I'm just being melodramatic. I should be the one apologizing."

I didn't know what to think. I wanted to call Chase and yell at him, but then that'd just be ridiculous and it wouldn't be fair to him. What if it were a last-minute trip? Maybe he has to go for a family emergency or something. I recall Remy leaving for a couple of weeks and I only discovered her plans when I saw her in our room packing. Granted, I thought she was about to dump me until she said that she's been having a rough time at work and she just wanted to go up to New York for a weekend. I didn't find out her real intentions until the Tuesday after. Either her phone was off or dead and I couldn't get a hold of her. I was scared out of my mind and I thought she had been kidnapped or something. I called her father since I didn't know what else to do only to discover that she had driven all the way down to Florida to help with her brother's funeral. It was also the moment I discovered that she even had a brother. I just thanked her father for telling me the truth and hung up. If Chase was having problems and needed a week of alone time, it wasn't my business.

"Maybe he has to do something and didn't want to worry you."

"Yeah…maybe."

She bit her lip and I could see her fighting the tears back and of course I did the most logical thing I could think of: checking my phone for the time. She didn't really notice or she did and just didn't think much of it and I'm glad for that. It was an idiotic thing to think of, but it's one of my damn nervous habits. It was nearing one in the morning, but I was wide awake. At least it was a Friday so getting up to work was not going to be an issue.

"It's pretty late," I blurted out. Changing the subject was probably the best thing to do. "You're probably tired."

She shook her head, obviously still trying to regain her composure, "You can sleep if you want to, I don't want to keep you up."

I got up, but Remy didn't react. She probably thought I was going to sleep. I wouldn't leave her to sit around and cry while I go to sleep. Hell, I wouldn't leave anyone like that; that's just terrible. It was when I offered her my hand that she shot me a surprised gaze.

"I'm not tired at all. C'mon, I'll show you what always cheers me up."

Remy took my hand and with my help, stood up. It took a little effort for her to stand without a little help since her legs had gone numb from sitting on them.

"Unless it's a giant bottle of bourbon, I doubt it'll do much," Remy sad, trying to force herself to feel better.

While drinking was something I rarely liked to turn down, alcohol would not be the best way to handle the situation. Besides, what if I were to say something I would regret? Maybe I'd slip out an accidental 'I love you.' No, this is a sober night, no matter how tempting it gets. "Running low on the bourbon," I lied, knowing of the full bottle I kept hidden for special occasions. "But hopefully my method still helps." I guided her back to the kitchen where she had heard the depressing news and she looked around, checking the cabinets and counters and such.

I opened the freezer and pulled out what I had been searching for, "Voila! One peanut butter pie made by moi and absolutely ready to eat."

The look on her face was indescribable and I couldn't tell what was going on in that pretty head of hers, but before I could say anything thing, a small smile had already formed and her sadness seemed to begin fading away already. "There's such a thing?" she mumbled quietly and I assumed she was thinking aloud. She seemed a bit scared to ask her next question, perhaps in fear of getting denied or a fear of being judged for a question bearing an obvious answer. "Are we gonna eat it?"

"If it were earlier, I would've suggested making one, but it's pretty late and the whole chilling process takes hours so staying up waiting would be stupid. But we have this one and I'd feel gross if I ended up eating this alone," I laughed. Cooking was always a hobby of mine so making desserts like these are always a treat. No pun intended.

"It looks fantastic. I've never had one before, but I'll probably like it," she shrugged. I grabbed plates and spoons for the both of us and she took one of the knives from my set on the counter. "I haven't had peanut butter or cake in forever. This cake is going to be gone by tomorrow…well later today."

"How big a piece do you want?" she asked, looking at the cake with hesitation as if she didn't want to ruin the untouched dessert.

"Doesn't matter, I'll feel fat anyways," I laughed.

She handed me a medium-sized piece, "Please, you do not have to worry about looking fat."

"You say that like you would've said the same thing if I didn't beat you to it."

"I have self-control issues when it comes to food," she admitted, which was followed by her plopping a piece a bit bigger than mine on her plate. "I can't help it. Food is my best friend."

I picked up the rest of the cake and placed it back into the freezer. Remy was totally going to be right about that cake being gone in a short time and I found myself laughing on my way back to her before I could even deliver my awful joke, "I can't believe after all this time together, you'd choose food over me. I thought we had something special together."

"No one trumps food. It was my first friend and first love and it'll stay by my side until the end. But, with a little more time, maybe you can be my second best friend," she laughed and took the first bite.

I don't always brag about my cooking, but I know I'm good. And Remy is one I've learned to impress over time.

"Oh my God," she mumbled as her eyes bugged out.

"Something wrong?" I asked. Of course not. It's peanut butter and cake put together in one heavenly recipe.

"This is perhaps the best cake I've ever had. Like in the history of ever-ness."

I shrugged, trying to keep up my aloof façade. Yeah, I mean, I get complemented on my cooking pretty often, but I like to be modest about it. Or at least act like I'm modest.

We ate the whole cake.

We actually ate the whole cake. Just the two of us. If I wasn't so full, I probably would've debated on whether I should be proud or ashamed of myself. I made some tea to help wash it down, but we both knew that the lethargy caused from the cake consumed was starting up now and would only get worse by the time we go to sleep and wake up.

"Thanks."

"I'm sorry. What?" I should stop letting my thoughts consume me. I swear I'm gonna miss something important if I keep this habit up.

"I said thanks," she said, shrugging with a timid smile.

"No problem. It's a pretty easy dessert to make. I'll show you some time."

"Not about the cake- well yes, I guess. It was really good, thanks for that. But I feel a lot better now. So thanks for that."

What am I supposed to say to that? Before I could think of what of a good response, I ended up blurting out, "Yeah, it's no biggie."

God damn it.

"It's getting pretty late," she yawned. I looked over to the clock, almost 4 in the morning. "We should go to sleep. I can already tell this food hangover is gonna suck, being exhausted on top of it will probably only be worse for us."

"The guest room is just down the hall, second door on the left. If you get cold or uncomfortable, there are extra blankets and pillows in the closet. Just grab what you need. You can turn the heat up too if you want, I don't mind either way."

She nodded and began for the guest room. She stopped next to me and placed her hand on my shoulder. It was such a gentle touch that I could've sworn it wasn't even there if I wasn't looking straight at it. "I know you must know how people look at you when you pass them in the hall. They see you as the mysterious promiscuous girl and half of the hospital doesn't know much more than your face and the number you go by. And half of the half that does know you thinks that you're cold or just damn good at keeping a poker face. But if it makes you feel any better, they're all wrong. You're sweeter than most people I've ever met and I can tell you actually genuinely care about people. I'm glad we've gotten to know each other Allison. I'd like it a lot if we could be friends. Even though it's only been a short time since we've started talking, I like you a lot."

I blushed. I couldn't help it, but she was looking off in the other direction, staring at some random object. I doubt she even noticed. "I'd like us to be friends too," was all I could mumble out.

She patted me on the shoulder and left to go to her temporary room. While she walked through the down, I could hear her call out from down the hall. "G'night!"

"Good night!" I yelled back.

Friends. It wasn't what I wanted, but it was a start.