Fenny lay on her hotel room bed flicking through her sketchpad. She knew she’d been in that hotel room too long, there wasn’t an angle or style she hadn’t drawn those damn silk flowers in. If it wasn’t for the fact they’d probably get charged to her bill, she would have bought a lighter and taken much enjoyment in watching them shrivel and melt.

Fenny pondered her sketch of Brad in his boxers for a moment. He’d been so sweet when they’d first met, adorable when their relationship had deepened, pitiful when she’d broken his heart and downright doable earlier that day in the park. She closed the pad and chucked it onto the bedside table.

The only upside to her present situation was that it wasn’t her fault things had fucked up, it was his and that woman’s.

Fenny sat up when there was a knock at the door. This was getting all too familiar. Well it couldn’t be Brad or Greg as they were taping, and unless Sully was desperate and planned to drag her back home, it had to be Gina.

Her suspicions were answered when she unlocked the door and found Gina standing there looking tired. “Come to make sure I haven’t slit my wrists?” Fenny asked.

“Huh? Oh no, I was a bit lonely,” Gina replied.

Fenny had grown to believe that Gina never felt emotion, but for the first time it showed on her face.

“Sure, come in,” she smiled. “I thought you’d be at the taping.”

“Well I was going to go…but I didn’t want to go alone,” Gina said meekly.

“There is no way I’m going down there. Especially if SHE decides to show up,” Fenny scorned.

“Ok, other than her majesty, queen of the psychotic Aussie Mafia, what else is stopping you?” Gina quipped.

“Brad Sherwood. I do not want to even think about looking at him right now,” Fenny rasped.

“Oh hey, he isn’t bad to look at. Besides, he’ll probably be pretending to be a monkey,” Gina shrugged.

Fenny crossed her arms. “And why are you so desperate to go? Or does it have something to do with that little Greg being pantless incident I walked in on?” Fenny mused.

“How many times do I have to tell you,” Gina huffed.

“You can keep telling me ‘til you turn blue, but it doesn’t mean I have to believe you,” Fenny jeered.

Gina fell into a sulk. “Fine, forget it, I just thought it might be fun,” she huffed and headed toward the door.

“Wait! I guess I don’t have much left to lose,” Fenny sighed. It would be better to go to the taping and risk looking foolish than sulk around in her hotel room. “I’ll just tidy myself up a bit,” she added.

Fenny and Gina arrived halfway through the taping and slid into the audience. Fenny was happy as Ritza appeared to be nowhere in sight, and Gina was glad because no one had noticed them.

That was until “Song Styles” was announced and Fenny, to her utmost horror, was once again dragged onto the stage by Drew, who was grinning manically. Brad looked at her equally shocked, and Fenny had to stop herself from smiling when Drew announced that Brad had to sing to her a love song. While Brad was crooning, Fenny (no matter how much he shit her) tried desperately to hold herself back.

Gina caught Greg’s eye. He noticed and he winked. Obviously he had something to do with the little set up.

After the taping had ended and Fenny had downed several glasses of water, Gina looked around anxiously.

“Just go to his dressing room,” Fenny mused, still on cloud nine.

“What? You think I was? I have to pee,” Gina scorned and disappeared down one of the corridors.

Fenny shook her head and followed, and wasn’t at all surprised when Gina went straight to Greg’s dressing room.

“See I was wrong then,” Fenny piped up.

Gina nearly jumped a mile. “I just…”

“Please, you need explain nothing to me,” Fenny smiled as the door opened.

Greg sauntered out arm in arm with a woman, his wife, and stopped dead. Gina’s mouth fell open.

“Gina,” Greg breathed.

Gina opened and closed her mouth a few times and there were some uncomfortable moments of silence.

“Gina, weren’t you going to tell Greg that you couldn’t do that interview tonight?” Fenny piped up.

“Ah yeah, something’s come up,” Gina mumbled.

“Right, we’ll reschedule,” Greg nodded.

“Yes, sorry to have bothered you,” Gina muttered and looked at the floor as she walked hurriedly away.

Fenny followed in quick pursuit. “Are you ok?” she asked, putting a reassuring hand on Gina’s back as they walked out through the electronic doors.

“I’m fine,” Gina spat.

“Yeah, that’s why you’re seething,” Fenny said bluntly.

“Look, I’ve got stuff to do. I’ll call you,” Gina mumbled. Without even looking at Fenny, she walked away.

Fenny was about to start off after her when she was grabbed from behind in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry the only thing I could think of to rhyme with Fenny was ‘Oops I killed Kenny’,” Brad cooed.

Fenny turned around and looked up into Brad’s eyes. “You bastard,” she breathed.

They tried to be serious, but how could you when you were flirting using lines from South Park, and they both ended up giggling.

Brad pulled Fenny even closer and began to kiss her neck softly; she giggled even more.

“I should go,” she eventually sighed.

“Can I come with you?” Brad asked.

“Don’t you have to…”

Brad put his finger over Fenny’s lips to hush her. “I’m wearing my red boxers,” he whispered into her ear.

Fenny cracked up laughing much to the curiosity of several fans that were loitering about.

Gina knocked loudly on the apartment door. It opened slowly and Ritza appeared and looked at her, surprised.

“Gina? What are you doing here?” she asked, shocked.

“Certainly not a social call,” Gina spat.

“Have I done something wrong?” Ritza asked.

“Yeah, you came here,” Gina hissed.

“Yes, to be with Brad,” Ritza retorted. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

“He doesn’t love you. He loves Fenny,” Gina snapped.

“Oh please, Brad has much better taste than that,” Ritza snapped back.

“Why don’t you just go back to Australia, huh? You’re pathetic, the way you hang off him like a limpet,” Gina continued.

“I love him,” Ritza spat.

“No you don’t. Oh, you might have flirted with the idea back in Oz. But now it’s all about his fame. All the parties, the glamour, the lush social circles. A far cry from the gun-toting psycho bitch you actually are,” Gina hissed.

“Oh darling, I do love Brad, and believe it or not, I think he quite likes me,” Ritza grinned and thrust out her left hand.

Gina stared at the large diamond that adorned her finger and swallowed deeply.

“Now why don’t you just fuck off and go back to your…whatever it is you have with Greg, huh?” Ritza sneered, marched back into the apartment and slammed the door.

“Fuck you,” Gina said through clenched teeth.