Marissa cautiously sat down on the unmade bed. Glancing around she observed the mostly empty room. Well not empty, clothing was scattered about the floor, but as far as personal possessions go, the room was barren. Standing up, Marissa adjusted the dark sheet covering the window to block the glaring sun.

Maybe as a thank you gift I can buy her curtains.

It seemed like the least she could do considering all that Shane had done for her. Its not every day you run into someone who is willing to drop everything to help you find the girlfriend you ran away. Jumping slightly, her phone rang, disrupting the soothing silence.

Fumbling around, Marissa yanked her cell phone out of her purse, Hello?

Marissa, where the ***** are you! Summer practically screamed.

Wincing, Marissa pulled the phone away from her ear and waited till her friend stopped yelling, Im in West Hollywood.

I just got off the phone with your mother and she said you ran away and Im worried half to death and, Summer ranted. Wait youre where!?!

She said I ran away? Marissa rubbed the bridge of her nose in irritation.

Yeah, why are you in WeHo, do you need me to come get you? Marissa smiled, figuring her friend was already on her way to her car.

No, Im okay. I, I went to get Alex.

I see, so, did I interrupt something? Ew, no wait dont tell me, well tell me a little. Unless you want to get back to, you know, Summer squealed on the other side of the phone.

Marissa closed her eyes, remembering her prior conversation with Alex, No, we, I mean she doesnt things didnt work out.

Oh, Marissa, Summer wished she could be there to help her friend. Tell me where you are, Ill come get you. We can watch Full House and ***** about guys.. and girls over a tub of ice cream.

I think Im gonna hang out here for a bit. I met this girl, Marissa began wiping a few tears from her eyes.

You met a girl? Summers asked confused. Well thats good. Best to put yourself back on the market.