Hello Fanfiction readers, let me first say I am overwhelmed and humbled by the number of positive inboxes I've gotten about my impending return to fanfiction land. Thank you all for your kind words of encouragement and continued support. It's much appreciated for sure.

Although this story is newly published; the concept has been on my laptop for about 2 years. I know I have 3 active stories that need to be updated. But, sometimes concepts will pop into my head, and I have to give them attention before I can focus on anything else. So those story updates are in the works too, I promise.

That said, I look forward to your feedback on this story. I'm sure you will let me know if you're vying for me to finish it or not. You all never let me down when it comes to giving feedback, and I really appreciate your frankness as well as your willingness to share what you're thinking. This fandom community is phenomenal, and I am truly blessed to be a part of it. Here's to happy reading peeps!

Disclaimer, "These characters are property of Shondaland productions. I don't own them or their likeness."

Abby happily and hungrily pulls into the parking lot of her condo community. The car smells amazing due to the bag of takeout sitting in the passenger seat beside her. After parking, and preparing to exit the car. She looks down at her phone and realizes she still hasn't gotten a response from her roommate about her order.

Instantly, she groans and sighs out of frustration, knowing the reason she hasn't gotten a reply yet. Is because she's still on the phone with her fiancé Eddie. And it's undoubtedly yet another argument about his most recent scandalous behavior. What her friend sees in him; she will never understand. No amount of money and status, is worth dealing with that level of blatant disrespect and drama. Nonetheless, it's not her battle to fight. All she can do is be the understanding friend. Despite it being a role that's getting old fast.

Her thoughts are broken by her desire to put an end to her hunger pains, she makes her way to the door, and the moment she enters; she sees a pair of familiar male shoes on the shoe rack, and she hears arguing voices through the door of her roommates bedroom.

She sighs as she rolls her eyes, knowing the sight confirms what she already knew. This is one of those times where she is so glad her room is a full floor away from both of her roommate's.

After unloading the bag of her meal, and putting what she chose for Olivia in the microwave. She discards the carryout bag in the trash, and she scurries off to become one with her cheat meal, in the peace and serenity of her bedroom downstairs.

She was reluctant to switch rooms with Olivia at first. Thinking having her bedroom in the basement wouldn't be as convenient. However since making the switch, and redecorating both the common area living space, and the bedroom itself; she's more than satisfied with her new space. Especially since she doesn't have to lug her laundry downstairs to wash, and it's actually like an entire apartment down here when she wants to be alone or entertain her company privately. If her couch could talk, she thinks with a grin.

After changing into some leggings and a t shirt. She has a seat on the couch and turns on the television in the living area, in preparation for tearing into her meal.

With a wide grin spreading across her face, she pulls the container out of the bag, her mouth is already watering. The moment she takes a bite, she sinks into the indulgence of her meal. From the first completed chew, she groans as she says, "Damn. That's better than sex!" Grinning, she does the happy dance with every bite; she's waited all week for this moment. And, she's definitely enjoying it to it's fullest.

While she continues to work her way into a possible food coma. And thinks about her day, while enjoying the latest episode of snapped. Just upstairs, the drama from her roommate's bedroom, spills out into the living room.

Olivia's bedroom door opens and she leads the way to the exiting door, with her fiancé Eddie in tow. He's pleading along the way as he says, "Liv, come on. Don't walk away from me. I'm not done talking to you."

Frustrated with him beyond belief. She turns to face him as she replies, "No. You come on Eddie. I'm done with this. And, like I told you last week when I found out about your latest conquest; I'm done with you too!" He approaches her with one last shot, pleading to her sensibilities. As he humbly responds, "Baby, I'm sorry..". I.."

Tired of hearing the same old song; fed up with his lies, and empty apologies. She steps back from him and puts her hand up, as she smartly replies, "That's the one thing you and I can agree on. You are definitely sorry!"

Her retort annoys him. She can see his anger refueling as a result. But his response is something she doesn't expect. As he angrily asks, "Are you trying to make me lose my temper?"

Before responding; she thinks of his struggle with anger management. And, how much better he's gotten recently as a result of going to therapy. By no means does she want him to regress. But, at the same time. She isn't willing to walk on egg shells around him. Especially when his behavior is the reason for their unrest.

Completely over it at this point, and ready to turn the page. Her thoughts are interrupted by him now standing much closer to her, repeating his question that sparked her internal inquiry. Confidently, she looks up into his eyes, and despite seeing he's fit to be tied.

She answers, "What you're not going to do is use your struggle with your temperament to get me to give in to your bullshit. This argument is about you and your behavior. Not me! So own it!" Her response throws him for a loop. She has never spoken to him like this before. It truly stuns him; she then sees his once anger filled glare soften, as her words settle in.

He is searching for a reply. But by the time he finds the words. She's standing with the door open. He looks at her and she forcefully says, "You need to go. And don't show up here again without my permission!" Obviously dejected, he walks pass her, and when he reaches the door step. He realizes he is shoe less. When he turns to ask for them, and say goodbye. He suddenly finds himself dodging flying shoes, as the door closes abruptly.

Despite the door being closed in his face. As he is standing outside with his shoes in his hands. He wants to say something. But he realizes nothing he says will help matters in this moment.

As he sits on the stoop putting on his shoes. He is in thought about her reaction to him. For the first time instant forgiveness wasn't granted, leaving him utterly baffled. He's never had to work very hard to get back into her good graces.

So why is she being so resistant now? Feeling somewhat surprised, at the current state of affairs between them. Despite the flowers and cards he's sent her in the interim. He walks to his car unsure of what to do next to fix this situation. But, he knows he has to get it done before his parents find out. With his future on the line, they can't be over. At least not yet.

After locking the door; Olivia rests against it for a moment, trying to gain her bearings and clear her head. She can't believe he tried to bully her into forgiving him. Like who does that? Asshole, she thinks.

Her vibrating phone interrupts her thoughts. When she sees it's a text from Eddie. She contemplates not reading it. But curiosity gets the best of her. She clicks on the message, and it says, "We're not done. I love you too much to let you go this easily."

She groans as she says to herself. "Unbelievable. What a jackass!" Regardless of feeling more aggravated than ever due to his antics. She doesn't respond to him. Instead, she pushes him and his bullshit out of her head. Suddenly, after taking a deep breath she realizes the hint of a delicious, distinctive aroma in the air.