Who: Dylan and Stephanie
Where: Dylan's place
When: Early evening
What: Booze for the confused
Rating: TBD


Stephanie knew what it was like to want someone you shouldn't. Jude Oriel was six years older than her. He looked at her like a little sister from the very beginning, and she'd fallen for him in a heartbeat. How could she not, really? He had come to her rescue more than once. He listened to her without judgment, and he believed in her when no one, not even Stephanie, had faith in her.

But Stephanie had never known what it was like to have a thing for someone who had hurt her like Evan had hurt Dylan. He had been downright cruel to him back in high school, shoving him in lockers, taunting him, the entire shabang. On top of that, she had her serious doubts that Evan Elkins could possibly, even the tiniest bit, be bisexual (seeing as homosexuality was clearly out of the question with his womanizing). She didn't like the path Dylan was going down. It seemed horribly masochistic, even to someone who had almost destroyed everything for herself less than a month ago- how she had pulled herself out of that, she wasn't entirely sure, but she had a feeling it had a lot to do with Jude and Gulliver and even Logan.

Turning off her car, Stephanie braced herself for the cold and made a dash for Dylan's front door, ringing the doorbell.