Drew sat down on the bed and patted the place beside her. Taylor walked over to the bed and fell facedown beside her. Drew heaved a sigh and pulled him up. Taylor groaned and opened his eyes.

"Taylor?" She asked him.

"What?" He grumbled, his speech still slurring.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine." he said with a smile.

"Oh...well, do you want to know something?" She asked him sweetly.

"Sure." He slurred.

"I think you're kinda cute." She said.

"Oh really?" he asked her with a coy grin.

"Yeah...and you know what?"

"What?"

"I really like you."

"Uh huh."

"Yeah. Can I do something?" She asked.

"Sure." He said with a giggled. She pushed him back onto the bed. Taylor lay there, not able to focus on anything. Drew leaned down over him.

"Hi." He said with a grin.

"Hi." She said. "Do you know what I think?" She asked him.

"Huh?"

"I think we should get togeher." She said, running her hands up his chest.

"Okay." He said.

"You think?"

"I think it's a great idea." He slurred.

"Really?"

"Sure."

"I always knew you didn't like that other girl." She said, kissing his mouth softly.

"Yeah." He said. He suddenly frowned and then his mind began to clear a little bit. Other girl? Drew kissed his mouth and he mindlessly kissed her back, feeling her tongue enter his mouth.

"Now I know why Christina liked you so much." Drew giggled, kissing down his neck. She tugged at his overshirt.

"Christina..." Taylor repeated slowly as Drew kissed him.

"Uh huh." She mumbled as her hands reached his belt. She unhooked it and started to pull down his zipper.

"Christina..." He said again, focusing hard. "Wait a minute..." Drew's hands at the waist of her boxers brought him back to reality.

Taylor jerked away from Drew.

"Taylor..." She said, tugging at his arms.

"No..." He muttered. "Christina. I have Christina."

"But what about me?" She asked.

"I don't know." He said. With that, he staggered out of the room. He still couldn't speak, think, or see clearly, but he knew one thing; Christina was home waiting for him, and that was all that mattered. He managed to stumble out the front door and across the lawn. He wasn't so drunk as to know that he shouldn't drive, so he started cutting across lawns and streets through the dark to get to Christina's apartment.

The rest of the night was a blur to Christina. She had made it to her bed and tried to sleep. For hours, she could only toss and turn in bed, while the images of Drew with Taylor flashed inside her head. The memory was embredded in her brain, and she couldn't stop. She finally sat up in bed and turned on the dim light next to her bed. She stroked the heads of her two little kittens, Fuzzy and Oscar. She sighed, thinking of Taylor yet again.

She couldnt' believe it. Taylor and Drew. Taylor hated Drew. How could this have happened? She suddenly remembered herself telling Taylor that he should be nice to Drew, and that Drew was her friend. She kicked herself mentally as she cried, sitting up in bed.

What was she going to do? What would she say to Taylor? She wanted to strangle Drew, and jump on her and scream at her. She wanted Taylor back. All she was able to see was the picture of Taylor and Drew walking into that room. Together. She felt asthough her heart and all of her insides were torn out. Her heart was broken, and she felt sick.

All she could think about was what they had done. She wondered if Taylor had touched Drew the way he touched her. She wondered if they had sex, and she wondered if Drew was better than she was. She shivered with disgust as she thought of someone elses' lips on Taylor's, someone elses' hands on him, and another woman with him. She lay back down, wondering what to do next; She was scared, hurt, and alone.

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