Chapter One Whitney: I wiped at my red and swollen eyes as I thrust the last bag into the backseat of my car. The day after I had ended it with Scott I came back to his house and gathered my things. I had to get out of there. And here I stood, in Scott's driveway, caught in a bit of spacing-out. I stared out into the streets, it being late afternoon, no one was home. Not even Scott. I made sure he was gone when I came in. I left my copy of his house key on the table in the living room, disconnecting myself from him. What did I have left? A whole lot of nothing. No home, no boyfriend, no best friend. She went behind my back and told Scott without even asking me first. How could she? I desperately wanted a cigarette, even though I didn't smoke. I just needed something to soothe my nerves. I started chewing on my nail, just looking for something to do with my hands. I leaned my back against my car, still in Scott's driveway. A sick feeling passed through me as I thought only days before is was my driveway as well as his. I closed my eyes. I would have to start looking for a place to stay. Apartments...anything that would be open. I sighed, pushing myself off the car. I walked around to the other side and pulled open the door. I grabbed my keys from my pocket before sitting down. I pushed them into the ignition but didn't bother to start it. I stared straight ahead. I couldn't stay here. I couldn't stay here in London. I had to get away. For how long, I didn't know. Didn't think about. All I knew is that I had to go...somewhere other than here. I started up the car and slowly backed out of his driveway, leaving behind the past two years I had put into the perfect relationship. Teresa: I sat on the dakr brown couch in the recording studio, gazing through the plexi-glass where Scott stood, shifting through papers. "Scott, you ready to give it another go?" Max, one of the producers asked through the speaking button. Scott glanced up then nodded a bit. I closed my eyes for a second as the music played down then opened them again. Scott wiped his hands on his jeans and took a deep breath.    "I need some time to get my head 'roun, the things you said to me. Thoughts are whirlin round my mind, alright. I never knew that I could feel so strong like the way I feel for you. That seemed impossible to me." Scott stopped. The music kept playing. He slowly took off his headphones and looked down the the sheets. I could hear a small sniffle. My heart tore at the fact I knew he was feeling so horrible right now.    "Scott, you okay?" Max stopped the music, asking. He shook his head in response.    "I, uh, need some fresh air," he said, rubbing at his eyes and stepping out of the booth. Max nodded and motioned for Sean to come up in place of Scott. I watched as Scott moved out of the way of Sean and out the back door. I sighed. I glanced around me at Abs and Ritchie who were looking at me and adverted their eyes as I tried to caputure their glance. I stood, feeling the air beomcing heavy. A breath of fresh air would do both of us good. Scott: I buried my head in my arms as I sat on the curb behind the recording studio we'd be spending the next few months in. A few lone tears stremed down my face and I absently wiped at them. Two years. Two whole years just gone. All because of...what? A miscarriage? There had to be more than that. Not just the issue with Abs. That was different. But what drove her away from me? Was it my fault? Is there something else I could have done? There had to have been. I drove her away. I killed our relationship. But I didn't know how...or why. I heard the door push open behind me and I quickly wiped at my face and eyes. I didn't need any sympathy from anyone right now. I especially didn't need anyone asking me why I had been crying. Thats just another thing to be added to this mess.    "Hey," Teresa shyly said, sitting next to me. I quickly glanced to her.    "Hey,"  I replied.    "That's a beautiful song you guys wrote in there," she told me, throwing a thumb toward the building. I nodded a bit.    "I totally screwed it over, though," I commented.    "Scott, it's alright," she replied, putting a hand on my arm. I just shook my head and looked down at the grey gravel beneath me. A few minutes passed in silence. "I guess I'll go back in." she quietly said. "Just remember...it's not your fault." I took a breath as she got up. I glanced behind me as she went back in through the door. I swallowed. As much as I'd like to believe her, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Chapter Two...