"Uhhh.....you pick, I trust your judgement." Hannah finds a seat and sits taking off her coat.

"Well surprise me Taylor. You are full of them." She smiles and looks at the menu. "Yeah, I'm not sure what any of this is so you pick, and you better pick good. If I get sick, I'm officially calling you the Purger."

"That sounds kinda good, I'll get it too." She nods. "So when are you and Stacey getting married and I better be invited!" She laughs.

"Yay! I love weddings." She laughs. "I never imagined you getting married, no offense. You just seemed like the, well, lose type."

"Wait....you two got together during a fling? She cheated on Matt?" Hannah looked at him.

"Oh, okay, good. I was about to chastise you Taylor." She smiles. "Cheating and flings, and affairs are very wrong."

"Well yeah, I guess." She smiles a little then looks around the place.

Stinson's head was all over the place. In the past few hours he had had quite a rollercoaster of emotions. Having been promoted at the label earlier in the day, he had felt elated, only to then be asked to go to Chantal's house because she had something to tell him. He was confused, scared, and a little apprehensive. As he drove towards her house, he furrowed his brow a little, a serious look creeping over his normally calm face. He was aware that he was paying little attention to the road, but he had no clue what Chantal was going to tell him. He had no idea what it might be. And worst of all, he didn't know if he even wanted to know. Things had been great between he and Chantal in the last few months, and they had really settled into life as a couple. But this...what was it? Was it set to change things? He sighed as he turned into the driveway of her house, pushing the million and one thoughts of what could be wrong from his head.

He sighed and gripped the steering wheel before stepping slowly out of the car. Walking up to the doorstep, his dress shoes clicking gently on the concrete path, Stinson raised a slightly shaking hand and knocked the door, trying to retain his cool and calm demeanour before his girlfriend reached the door to greet him.

As Stinson heard the quiet click of the door, it was as if it was opening up a world he almost didn't want to walk into. His stomach lurched at the noise and he watched as the door slowly opened. Every possibility he could think of was flying through his mind frantically. Was Chantal ill? Had she met someone else? Was this over? He swallowed hard and sighed, not wanting to believe any of them could be true. As he looked his girlfriend in the eye, he could tell she was scared of something, and he leaned forward to hug her. The shortness of the hug alarmed him however, adding to the ever-growing confusion in his mind. He nodded weakly, narrowing his brown eyes, and slowly followed behind her.

When Chantal patted the seat beside her, Stinson sat slowly. It seemed there was no escaping it now. He was about to find out what had been eating away at Chantal, and he felt scared. He sat down, almost scared to catch her gaze and breathed heavily. When Chantal spoke, he nodded softly. "Yeah....you told me I had to come quick," he said. "Chantal...is...is something wrong?" HE bit his bottom lip due to his nerves and clasped his hands tight, staring at her now, almost wanting the apprehension and fear to be over.

Stinson sat on the sofa, deeply confused for a moment. Chantal had just cried at something she had seen on TV. Surely that can't have been it? She wouldn't have called him just because she was sad at the TV would she? At the same time though, he almost felt like he wanted to cry. He was so afraid of what she was about to say, and it felt like any emotional output would at least let him ease the pressure. He took a deep breath and fought back the tears, before placing a hand on her back and gently rubbing. "Don't cry Chantal." He said softly. "Whatever it is....whatever it is, I'm here to help you." He was almost certain that he was about to be dumped by the only girl he had ever let himself fall for, but he didn't want to believe it...and his illogical mind told him that comforting her might help. He breathed deeply again and kept rubbing her back gently. He wiped a tear from her eye for her.

As Chantal stared at him, he knew that this was it. He felt physically ill at the thought of what she was going to say, but he daren't look away. He nodded a little, but why would he be angry? He looked around the room, as if expecting to see some guy...Chantal's new boyfriend ready to come in when she threw Stinson out.

And then...just like that...he heard the two words. Two little words that he had never expected would ever be intended for him, yet he was sure she had just said them. For a while, he sat there, numbly staring at his own hands. Did he even allow himself to believe it? After a few minutes however, the reality suddenly sunk in and he felt his stomach sink. He allowed his hands to come up to his head and then his head to drop forward. He exhaled heavily as he sat silently, staring at the carpet.