* Please Review! This was a story that was requested for me to write by ooglicunt! Hope everyone likes it though!*

Saint Winters sat at the bar in between Travis and Derrick. They were waiting for their other roommate, Jones, to join them for a drink. The four of them lived in a loft apartment. They had all met when Derrick put up an ad, asking for roommates. It had been their first year of college and they had all been 18 and were now 22. The four had become such close and good friends that they did everything together.

" Hey, do you know that girl over there?" Travis asked Saint. She looked behind him to the girl he had been looking at. She shook her head and looked back at him.

" No. Who is she?" She asked. Travis looked back at her then at his friend again.

" Susan. She's in my drawing 2 class. Do you think she's pretty?" He asked. Saint looked behind him again to the short haired girl and shook her head before she looked back at Travis.

" No. You could do better." She said honestly. Travis bit his bottom lip as he looked back at Susan.

" Nah, she's pretty." He said, looking back at Saint. He tilted his head. " Come on, Saint. She's pretty." Saint shrugged

" You asked, I answered." She said.

" Don't ask her about girls, Travis. Saint has horrible taste in them." Derrick said.

" I do not!" Saint defended.

" You think she's pretty, don't you, Derrick?" Travis asked. Derrick looked over to the girl in question and made a face as he looked back at his friends.

" No. She looks like a man." Derrick said. Saint burst into laughter.

" She does not. Fuck you guys, I'm going to ask her out." Travis said as he hopped up and walked away. Saint bit down on her the left side of her lip as she watched.

" You know, Saint, you aren't very good at hiding your feelings." Derrick said as he leaned into his friend. Saint sighed and looked back at him.

" What are you talking about?" She asked. Derrick nodded his head towards Travis who had reached the girl.

" You like our boy over there." Derrick said. Saint shook her head and blushed.

" You don't know what you're talking about. Besides, you know I have a boyfriend." She said as she turned away from him. Derrick laughed as she picked up her glass and downed it quickly.

" Yeah, yeah, the boyfriend." Derrick said as he rolled his eyes.

" Why are you saying it like that?" Saint asked.

" Like what?" He asked with a chuckle. Saint shook her head and glanced back at Travis as he started talking to the girl. A wave of disappointment and sadness went over her. She turned back around and made a grab for her bag.

" I got to go." Saint said as she stood up.

" Saint..." Derrick started but she shook her head again.

" No, it's okay. I'm not feeling good. I'll see you guys at home." She said.

" Alright, Honey. Be careful." Derrick said. The friends hugged tightly before she pulled away and quickly disappeared into the crowd. Derrick looked back to his drink.

" Where did Saint go?" Travis asked when he came back.

" She wasn't feeling good so she went home." Derrick said as he picked up his glass. " What happen with what's her face?" Travis started to chew his bottom lip as he looked back at Susan. He shook his head then looked back at Derrick.

" I sort of stuck out." He said, sitting down.

" Hey you, two! Where's Saint?" Jones asked as she joined her boys at the bar.

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Saint was laying in her bed, listening to her boyfriend of eight years drone on and on about his day. She was staring at the ceiling, injection the right words to make him think she was paying attention. It wasn't that Nick was a bad guy. She loved him, but they had been together since both were in the ninth grade and part of her wanted to see what else was out there.

" Nick," She interrupted quickly. " I think we need to talk."

" About what, Sweetheart?" He asked. She sighed and closed her eyes.

" I think we should take a break." She said. " I mean, this long distance thing, it's hard and..." Nick sighed, silencing her right away.

" Oh Sweetheart, not this again." He said. Saint opened her eyes but didn't say anything. " Look, you and I are going to be married, I know I haven't asked you yet, but you know it and I know it. Then we will look back and say, I'm so glad we hung on this long, besides, do you really think another guy is going to want you?"

" What?" She asked.

" You know what. You're lucky that I have stuck around after everything was said and done. Do you really think if anyone else will want you when they find out about your mom?"

Saint sighed and started to bit the left side of her lip. Her mother had been arrested for drug use and prostitution and it had been big news in their little town. She had been selling her body for the money for her drugs. Saint had been embarrassed by the arrest and had lost friends. Nick still lived in the town which was three states away from Saint's school. It was one of the reasons Saint had decided to go to college so far from home.

" I know long distance is hard, Sweetheart, but you and I both know I'm the best you're going to get so no more talk about breaking up." Nick said.

" Yeah, alright." Saint sighed. A part of her believed him. Her mother's arrest tainted Saint's self image and Nick knew it. " I need to go."

" Alright. Call me tomorrow." Nick said.

" Okay." She said with a shake of her head.

She ended the call and set her phone by her night stand. With another sigh she went back to staring at the ceiling. Maybe Nick was right. None of her roommates knew about her past. Derrick would laugh and make stupid, perverted jokes, Travis and Jones would pity her. That much she knew. Any relationship she would start with any other guy might be fine until it came to the meeting of the families. She shut her eyes and felt her chest deflate.

" Saint!" Derrick called out. She pushed herself up until she was standing up.

" Saint! Come help us with Travis!" Jones yelled. She smiled as she walked through her room. When she threw her door open, she saw Derrick and Jones dragging a very drunk Travis who was laughing. They were holding him by his arms so his head and shoulders were off the floor.

" I can walk." He called out. Saint laughed and headed over to her three best friends.

" How much did you drink, Travs?" She asked. He opened his eyes and grinned up at her.

" Not that much. I can walk." He said. Derrick, who was holding onto Travis' left arm, dropped it and nudged Jones who dropped Travis' right arm. Travis slammed down onto the floor then grabbed his head. " Ow! That fucking hurt!" He said as he rubbed his head.

" Get up and walk than. I'm done." Derrick said as he made his way to the stairs. Jones smiled and put her hands up.

" He's all yours." Jones said with a grin. She turned and hurried to her room.

" Come on you guys!" Saint called out. The only answer she got was the shutting of their doors. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at Travis who was smiling up at her.

" I can walk if you can help me stand." He said. She shook her head but bent down to grab his hands.

" Why is it every time you are drunk and I'm not, I end up taking care of you?" She asked.

" Because if it was the other way around, I'd take care of you." He said.

Saint pulled as Travis struggled to stand up. He started laughing while she yelled at him to shut up. After a few tries, Travis was up and draped over Saint's shoulders. They started stumbling towards his room. He held onto her tightly with his face pressed against hers. She could feel his breath and smile against her cheek. He smelled like whiskey, smoke and spices.

" You smell good, Saint. You always smell good." He muttered in between his chuckles.

" So do you." She said as they came up on his room. He stumbled again, knocking her into the side of his door frame. " Ow, Travis!" She snapped.

" I'm sorry, Saint! I can't help it!" He said, pulling his face from hers. " You're not mad, though, right?" He laughed as he brought his hand to her face. " You're not mad at me." He swiped his finger down her cheek as he grinned.

" No." She said, forcing them to make their way to his bed. He grabbed her chin and shook her head.

" You're not mad at me." She hitched her head hard to the side.

" I'm going to be if you grab me like that again." She snapped.

" Wow, Saint, your skin is so soft." He said as he started to pet her cheek. " So soft." He repeated.

" Stop petting me." Saint ordered.

" No." Travis said. He laughed again while Saint turned them so the end of his bed was at their backs.

" We have reached your bed. Now lay down and go to sleep." Saint said. But before she could walk away, Travis grabbed her with both arms and sent them both tumbling backwards. She cried out in surprised but Travis just laughed.

" Just lay here with me for a few minutes." He said as he hugged her into him.

" I don't really see how I have much of a choice." She said. Travis smiled and tucked himself around her. He nestled his head into her shoulder and threw his left leg over hers. Saint's heart started to slam in her chest as he rubbed his cheek against her.

" I struck out tonight." Travis said, opening his eyes so he could look at her. Saint turned her head so she could see him better. " Why don't girls like me? What is wrong with me?"

" Nothing, Travis. There is nothing wrong with you." She said.

" I mean, I know I'm not hot like Derrick but..." She laughed and looked away from him.

" Do not try and compare yourself to Derrick. You're better than he is." Saint said.

" No. I'm not. He gets all the girls. He wants a girl, he just goes after her and he gets her." Travis said as he moved his face closer to her neck. Saint's eyes fluttered shut.

" Don't, Travis." She whispered. " You're a very good looking guy. Don't talk down on yourself." He turned, rolling over to his right side. He put his left arm around her waist and sighed deeply.

" You smell good." He muttered as his face went closer into her neck.

" You said that already." Saint said. Travis' breathing was suddenly slower and deeper. She frowned and opened her eyes. She glanced down at him. " Travs. Travis?" She shook him but he didn't move. She shook her head and looked at his ceiling. " Great. Just fucking great. Now I'm trapped." She said.