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Lish

She lay in bed that night, thinking about those golden words.

I love you.

She had never felt this way. She had believed herself to be in love with Jack, but in reality, she never had been. She stared up at the ceiling with its posters of the guys she had once considered hott, reminding her of the person she had been at the time when she hung those up. Young. Innocent. Different.

Her heart beat quicker each time Conner's name flashed into her mind. She sighed, shifting. She was never going to fall asleep. How could she, when she felt so happy and weightless?

Her phone rang. Smiling, she reached for it, sure that it was Conner calling to say goodnight. But she didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?" she said.

"Lisha," a voice breathed.

Lisha?

Only one person--well, two now--had ever called her Lisha.

And one was dead.

"Jameson?" she whispered, her heart sinking along with every happy feeling that had been bubbling inside her.

"You recognized my voice!" he said. His happiness seemed so childish that she didn't have it in her to break it.

"Yes," she said, playing along, trying not to sound frightened. "Did you need something?"

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry Conner interrupted us today."

"I'm not." Oh, shit.

"What?" There was a hint of anger in his voice. She flinched. "What did you say?"

"I just...you hit me," she whispered. "And you lied to me."

"And I'm sorry," he said. "But you would never have come with me if I told you who I really was."

This was true. But she wasn't about to tell him that. "And you were trying to pressure me."

"Everyone has their faults," he said softly. "Is mine that I'm in love with you?"

She didn't say anything for a long moment. "Jameson, I don't think that you are truly in love with me."

"I am," he whispered, sounding so sincere that she almost believed him. "Jack told me so much about you. You're so perfect, Lisha. You're all I've ever wanted."

"Jack knew me," she said. "You don't. Jack knew the bad as well as the good. From what you've said, all you know is the good."

"I just told you that I know everyone has faults," he told her. "I realize that you're not an angel. I'm fine with that."

"Conner told me that you're married."

There was a long silence. "I am," Jameson said finally.

"And I'm in a relationship," she said firmly. "A relationship that I'm very happy with, Jameson. We can't throw away what we have to make room for something that would never work."

"It would work," he protested. "I know it would work, Lisha."

"No, Jameson," she said softly in a voice that she hoped was dismissive and reassuring at the same time. "It wouldn't."

Before he could say anything else, she hung up on him. She called Conner's cell phone instantly, but no one answered. She called his home phone. His mother answered and told her that he had said something about meeting Nad on First Street. She grabbed her keys and went to find him, knowing that this was not the end of Jameson. 

Conner

He took a sip of his drink, unsure how exactly he had ended up here.

When he'd gone home from being with Lish that night, he'd gotten a call from Nad. She had invited him out with her and her new boyfriend. Unsure what he was getting himself into, he had reluctantly agreed.

Now here he was at the bar she had instructed him to go to, and he saw neither Nad nor her boyfriend anywhere.

He glanced around. A scantily clad blonde girl was making her way towards him. He groaned and got up to leave. He was not going to do this.

"Hey, where are you going?" the girl slurred. He took one look at her stumbling gait and knew she was drunk.

"Home," he said shortly.

"You're Nad's ex, aren't you?"

He paused. "Yeah?"

She smiled. "I'm Lainee, her best friend."

"Nice to meet you," he said politely, "but I really have to go."

She giggled. "You don't get it, do you?" He shook his head, and she giggled again. "Nad set us up."

He sighed heavily. He should have known it would be something like this. "Sorry to disappoint," he told her, "but I already have a girlfriend who I love very much. Maybe I'll see you later." He turned away from her again and headed towards the door, but she reached out, clamped her arms around her neck, pulled her to him and began making out with him.

He shoved her away. "I told you that I have a girlfriend! What the hell are you doing?"

She smiled. "I have a boyfriend. What does that have to do with anything?" She put his beer back in his hand. "Come on, Conner. It's just one night. You look stressed."

He shook his head. "I'm not doing this."

She tugged on his hand. "Let's go. We're going upstairs."

"No." He put the beer to his lips, intending to take a small sip before making his exit, but she pushed the cup back, downing the whole thing into his mouth. "Lainee!" he said furiously.

"Don't worry, I'll get you another one. Bartender!" she called.

"That's not what I--"

She handed him his beer. "Come on, Conner. Like I told you, it's just one night. One night to get your mind off of everything." She slipped her arm around his waist. "Come on. Come upstairs with me."

Subconsciously he downed his beer. He was starting to feel tipsy. "I guess it couldn't hurt," he said.

She smiled. "That's the spirit." She led him upstairs into an empty bedroom. As soon as the door locked behind them, she had stripped down to her underclothes and was tugging at his shirt, then struggling with his belt.

"What are you doing?" he snapped, horrified.

"You said it couldn't hurt," she whispered, her lips on his neck as she dropped his belt to the floor and began working at the button on his jeans.

"I--"

She pushed him onto the bed. She had removed her underclothes now and was tracing her lips all over his body--

Someone was struggling to open the door.

"Lainee, someone's at the door," he said, trying to push her off him.

She looked at him like he was crazy. "Well, don't answer it. They'll find a different room."

"Hello?" a girl's voice was calling. "Conner, are you in there?"

Oh, God.

It was Lish.