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"What was-" but Patricia was interrupted.

"Make it awful," Nina said. "Horrible, mean, cruel, terrible, heartless." Nina was still upset that Fabian and Joy had kissed. She glared at Joy.

A smile grew on Patricia's face as she changed her question. No one was going to insult her best friend and get away with it. Not even if they just saved her best friends life. Patricia sat there in her pink sparkly dress and asked the question, in an evil voice, that would do so much damage, "Joy, what's ya favorite cookie?"

Nina face grew with rage, angry, hatred. Everyone was shocked.

"Aw, that's not a personal question," Alfie said sadly. "That a lame question."

"Chocolate chip," Joy replied smugly.

"Oh, I love chocolate chip!" Alfie said happily, and Jerome pretended to hit his head against the wall.

"Note to self, don't get Alfie drunk." But no one heard him. The voice of Nina screaming masked Jerome's.

Nina was furious and Patricia, at Joy, and Fabian, at…everything that had happened this night. "I hate you Patricia," Nina said before burst into tears and stormed out of the room, upstairs, and into her.

"3 down, 6 to go," Joy said, continuing her count.

"Oh, no one cares Joy!" Fabian said fed up. Nina hated her, and now she was gone, leaving him sitting alone on the couch with Joy. Now that Nina was gone, what was the point of staying and playing the game that broke him and his girlfriend apart. There was no point, he decided. "And by the way, I never thanked you for ruining my life Joy! And Patricia, you too!" Fabian shouted, as he stormed out of the room, and into his, slamming the door.

Now, only Joy, Patricia, Amber, Alfie, Jerome, and an awkward silence remained.

"Awkward," Alfie said, breaking the silence.

"Well," Joy said, "4 down, 5 to go. And it's my turn, so I pick," Joy scanned to room to decide her next victim. "Jerome, why you haven't had a question yet," Joy said kindly, but it was clear there was evil underneath it.

"Dare," Jerome said. He always picked dare, afraid of what he might have to admit if he picked truth. He kept his life a secret and wanted it to stay that way. However, it really didn't matter because he was clearly over with the game.

Joy dared Jerome, "Make Fabian come back and play."

"JOY!" Amber shouted.

"What?" Joy asked innocently.

"Fabian is Nina's boyfriend, not yours!" Amber said, defending her friend. Joy was starting to get on her nerves too.

"No, Fabian was mine first, and he will always be mine! I don't care what kind of stupid 'dibs' this…," Joy tried to think of a word that would describe what she thought of Nina, "this goody-two-shoes Nina girl thinks she has on my Fabian, but Fabian is mine not Nina's or ANY ONE ELSE'S!" Joy screamed.

"Ohhh, someone jealous," Alfie said.

"I am not jealous, Fabian is mine!"

"I will never be yours Joy! Not in a million, or a billion or a trillion years! WE! ARE! OVER!" Fabian said angrily, standing his ground, by the doorway.

"Oh, Fabian, what are you doing back here?" Joy asked flirty, flipping her hair like Fabian didn't just hear her being obsessed with, and overly protective of, him.

"I came back to get my cell phone, which I left on the table," Fabian said as he walked over and got his cell phone. "When I overheard you saying lies about me."

Joy's face went white, how dare Fabian insult her, they were made for each other.

"Joy I am not yours, and because of you, I am no long Nina's. I am a free man, and you need to accept that or get out, because I am not living with someone who is crazily obsessed with me." Fabian put Joy in her place, keeping his calm, while Joy lost hers.

"Fabian, I," Joy said, looking around, trying to figure out what to say, while blinking back tears. "I a-am, F-Fabian, I am s-so sorry." Joy tried not to cry.

"Good night, and hopeful goodbye." Fabian said, as he walked back to his room, hopeful that Joy would be out of his life forever.

As soon as Fabian left, Joy started crying. It wasn't full of angry or sadness, but of despair. Patricia tried to comfort her.

"Come on, Joy, let's go upstairs." Patricia and Joy rose. Patricia was upset that Fabian had just insulted her best friend. Just sent her into a spiral of depression. But at the same time she was happy, because soon, hopefully, Joy would finally be over Fabian, and Patricia could go on living her life, without having to gossip about Fabian's love life 24-7. Thank God! But Patricia was still very upset about her friend.

Patricia and a weeping Joy climbed the stairs. In their room, Mara was still awake, but not crying. Patricia changed out of her pink dress into more Patricia-like clothes and her and Mara tried to comfort Joy. Eventually Mara had enough, and went to go see Nina.

Back downstairs…the game was getting…well, see for yourself…

Back downstairs, there were only three left, Jerome, Alfie, and Amber. Amber and Alfie still shared the chair, Jerome moved the couch and carried on 'the count'.

"Well, 6 down, 3 to go." Jerome said tiredly. He had no idea what time it was, late, or maybe early, he had no idea.

"Um, well, I guess it's Jerome's turn then," Amber said, tiredly, but not tired enough to give up the game and go upstairs to meet 3 crying girls and Patricia. Amber put her head on Alfie shoulder, exhausted.

"Alfie," Jerome chose, "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare, no wait, truth." Alfie didn't usually pick truth, he liked doing the dares. When he accomplished them it made him feel manly, but Jerome was the king of Dares, and his dares were usually do a death defying stunt, so Alfie chose truth.

"Who do you like better, Amber, or Victoria Beckham?"

"Oh, tough question, well, I guess, um, I don't know that is a tough question." Alfie said, unsure of which one he would chose.

"Is she…like dead or something?" Jerome asked, motioning toward Amber, wondering why she wasn't angry or upset that her boyfriend wouldn't chose her.

Alfie checked, "Not dead, just asleep. I'm gonna bring her up to bed, and then I think I'll hit the hay myself," Alfie said, as he gracefully swooped the sleeping Amber up and carried her upstairs.

Jerome was amazed that Alfie could do that, stunned.

Alfie carried Amber upstairs and into her room. Mara had fallen asleep on Nina's bed, and Nina was on the floor. Alfie placed Amber on her bed, covered Nina with a blanket, and turned off the lights.

Being the chivalrous man he was currently being, Alfie check on Patricia and Joy, Patricia was in her own bed, Joy was in Mara. Alfie turned off the light and walked downstairs.

As Alfie was upstairs, Jerome was downstairs. Jerome sat in the living all alone. "8 down, 1 to go," Jerome muttered as he got up walked to his room. He could hear Mick snoring away in his room, along with Fabian. Jerome went into his room and went to bed, he was so tired he didn't even turn on the light, or change out of his tux. The second his head hit the pillow, he fell asleep.

Alfie walked downstairs to an empty living room. Alfie had suddenly become Earth's BFF and decided to turn off the living room light as well. As he walked over to the light switch, he couldn't wait to walk over to his room, and go straight to bed. Sleep was exactly what he need right now.

As Alfie flipped the switch, and turned the light out in the living room, which had been the site of many laughs, many tears, much anger, and much change that night, he felt like it was his duty to end 'the count.'

As he flipped the switched, Alfie whispered,

"9 down, none to go."

This is the last chapter. I know your sad :(

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