– Wait!! You need to listen to me Sydney, Carmen and I didn’t do anything wrong.-

            – Right! And that’s why you left your room in your underwear, and she just couldn’t look at me in the eye.-

            – We were just talking!-

            – OH COME ON SHANE!!!!  You can do better than that, you know what? I don’t even want to hear this I don’t have to, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, I promise I won’t tell Jenny, now let me go.-

            – No, it’s not like that.-

            – I don’t care how it is, I don’t want to know! I don’t want to know anything about you anymore. I hate you!!-

            – You don’t mean that!-

            – No I don’t and I hate that too, I hate the fact that this is affecting me the way that it is, I hate the fact that I can barely stay a day without wanting desperately to look at you, to smell you, I hate the fact that with you I cannot put up the walls that it took me so much to build, I hate the fact that I know this will never work, I hate knowing what I feel, and knowing the reason why I shouldn’t be feeling it, I hate you for knowing me better that anyone else does, I hate you for sounding way to sweet when you call me Goofy, I hate you!!! Because you you YOU ARE FUCKING SCREWING CARMEN!!!!- Oh, I can’t believe I just said that, I guess I shocked her just enough to let go of the chair and as soon as she does that I start moving away, this time she’s just standing there motionless, and my guess is that I’ll probably won’t ever see her again, and you have now idea how much that hurts, my heart is on fire and the air I’m breathing it’s the gasoline, every inch of my body aches, I can’t stop the tears from falling down my angel I’ve lost my angel, what the hell am I gonna do now?

            As I’m driving home I feel like the hole entire world is against me, I just want to get some sleep, “everything will be all right tomorrow” I had a friend that used to say that, but she diedshe was sick, AIDS, her fucking dad gave it to her, she was so good, quite rare, she was the only one who cared about me when I was younger Anyways lets drop out the sad subjects, shall we? When I get home I see it’s quite hectic there’s two people standing outside the door, and when I get a little closer

            – Paris? Is that you?-

            – Sydney? Oh my God what the hell happened to you?-

            – Long story, but What the hell are you doing here? How did you found me?-

            – I have some friends and we came to take you with us, back to New York.-

            – What? Sydney who are these people?- Bette asks she’s in her PJ’s, looks worried.

            – It’s ok ma this is my brother Paris, I’ve told you about him, and this is-

            – Her mother Monica Miller.-

            – My What now?-