A/N: I'm surprised at how much positive feedback I'm getting. I personally find this story too bland and too poorly written, but your reviews keep me going. I'm going to try and write more than 1000 words on this chapter.

"Shit. What did I do?" Logan looked (surprisingly), genuinely worried.

"Nothing, I'm just bipolar, remember?" I managed through the uncontrollable sobs that ricocheted through my body. The salt tears rolled down my cheeks, leaving wet paths behind them. Slowly, they dripped onto my shirt.

"Oh, yeah. You know, I could get my mother to give them back." I had the feeling it was also so that he wouldn't feel so awkward when dealing with a crying female. So he wouldn't feel so weak and vulnerable. So responsible.

"I doubt it. I'm just gonna have to bear it. I don't have the money for a refill prescription, anyway." The tears were slowly easing away, replaced with an almost giddy feeling.

Had he really kissed me back?

I scolded myself for thinking such thoughts. I didn't like him. I was hired to break him and his girlfriend up! I couldn't fall for him, I was going to be living with him, he was a snob, sexist, rude! I listed so many reasons I couldn't like him. I found so many more reasons why I could.

He could be nice when he wanted to.

He was pretty damn hot.

Believe it or not, he did really well in school.

He could be considerate, like now.

His rudeness was endearing.

His eyes were so expressive.

It was kind of cute how oblivious he was.

And little by little, I think I began to see Logan in a new, better light. If music had been playing, it would have been soft, caring, soulful. A ballad.

"...and, oh, just please stop crying." Logan looked ready to burst into tears himself, as unlikely as it sounded. Had I been out in space this whole time? I lifted my hand up to my face, using my index finger to wipe away the single tear still lingering. A small chuckle left my throat. Soon peals of laughter were bursting from me, and Logan couldn't do anything but sit and stare at me like I was crazy.

I probably was.

Because I simply said a few words along the lines of, "Nice to see the softer side of you, Logan," left, and headed down the hall.

To Silvia's room.

(464 Words So Far)*Time Change*

"I broke them up." Those were the first words I spoke to Silvia when I entered her room. She had been reading a book, who cares what kind, while sitting on her bed. She looked up at me, blinked, and said, "Pack your things. You leave tomorrow."

"What?! You said I could stay if I broke them up!"

"No. I said you had to break them up in a month. If you failed, you were kicked out in a month. I never said you could live here." Tears threatened to pour from my eyes again. But I would be stronger than that.

I realized my mistake. I had only stayed here for three weeks, but I broke them up, so my use was no longer valid.

Sighing, I went to go pack my things.

And the part that hurt the most?

I didn't know why it felt so bad to leave.

A/N: Only 641 words, but I liked it. I spent some time on this. I'm getting it out sooner than the others, and I left you with a cliffy. Bye, my dad is coming home.