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“Why didn’t I end it?” Tiff repeated his question in disbelief. Randy still seemed to be under some delusion that she had intentionally been stringing him along all while knowing she was already checked out from their relationship. He still didn’t understand. “Because I loved you! Because I kept hoping things would change? I wasn’t done until last night proved it never would. You had so many chances to turn things around, every second of every day, and you never fucking cared until it was too late. You can make me the villain in your story if you want, but this would have never happened if you had even tried. But every time it looks like things are getting better between us, you turn around again and let me down. Every. Time.”

I loved you. The way she worded it stuck out to him like a sore thumb, a sickly feeling in his stomach that wasn’t from his hangover. Her love for him had run out, and Dewey was waiting for her to love him instead. The worst part of it all was that he had no real excuse for why this had happened. They had no idea that the punch he drank at the ball was magically spiked and put him in an out-of-control state. Instead, they were left to assume that he did it simply to be an asshole. How would last night have played out had he not had that punch? Would he and Tiffany have still fought about something else? Would he and Dewey still have fought each other and gotten kicked out?

Whatever the case, he knew Tiffany was right without her even outright saying it: He was the villain. But Tiffany didn’t realize there was another villain in this story. 

It didn’t surprise him that she wasn’t going to believe him, but he persisted anyway, scoffing again as she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, actually. I hardly knew he existed until I woke up in his room one day and found your bracelet in there,” he began, knowing that probably made no sense without context. “Believe me or not, you can ask Louie if you have to, but I swear to god he had some magical amulet, and he and I switched bodies one day. I woke up in his room, in his body, while he was in my body trying to get with you!” Finally admitting it out loud sounded insane; he was well aware of that. But he was so glad he at least had Louie as a true witness. He didn’t think Dewey would fess up to what he did if Tiffany asked him. “You learn a lot about a person when you literally walk a day in their shoes. I learned a lot about him real quick.” The emojis he had saved next to her name on his phone, the sneaking around, and the blatantly obvious ignoring he continued to do about the fact that Tiff was in a relationship; it was all obvious that Dewey had bad intentions from the start, which was what led to last night. “Louie had to help switch us back, but because of the switch, I know he took you on a date pretending to be me. He probably kissed you, too. And I know you lied to me about going over to his place when I saw your bracelet there. But after we switched back, I never got a chance to confront him, until we ran into each other last night…”

“There’s nothing simple about this,” Randy countered, their attitudes beginning to match each other. It wasn’t even about them talking to fix things — it was more Randy’s last chance to get Tiffany to see Dewey as a bad guy, to hopefully avoid seeing them get together from here. The last thing he wanted was to witness the two of them dating — It wasn’t fair. “I guess he didn’t get between us on his own huh — you let him. Is that not toxic?” He continued, “If you were done, why didn’t you end it then? Instead you lied, snuck around behind my back. You’re basically dating him already… I didn’t even know you two were friends.”

“Think of this as a new beginning for you—” Is what Jackie ended up saying instead, pausing as she looked down at him, her gaze locking with Randy’s. “Like, try and spin this situation as a good thing instead of a bad one.” It was easier said than done, she got that, and she can bet that he wouldn’t take that advice as lightly either because how can he view his breakup with Tiffany as a good thing when she was the one who cheated? Simple, now that he wasn’t tied down to her, Randy finally had all the freedom to do whatever he wanted. Or whoever he wanted. “If she wants to move on with someone else, so can you! You have the chance to find someone better— the opportunity to show her you can find someone better.” Like me, the brunette once again thought. She could be better for him.

It was a toss-up on whether or not he even wanted to completely move on — sure, he’d been stupidly flirting with a random at the ball, drunk and not thinking clearly, but a completely new relationship was a whole different story. Randy never did well on his own though… he’d been wrapped around Tiff’s life for so long that he wasn’t sure what it was like to completely function without her. He felt so lost, but at least he knew he wasn’t completely alone.

“Magic works in mysterious ways,” he said with a shrug. “Maybe the switch was a coincidence, maybe it’s because you both have something to learn from each other. It’s hard to say without knowing anything about this amulet…” He busied himself studying the amulet, wishing that could’ve been the end of it, but he couldn’t keep avoiding all the questions about Tiffany without being even more suspicious. “Oh, yeah, Tiff did come over to hang out last night,” he answered. As far he knew that was the extent of it. And he could act like he didn’t know that Randy didn’t know about the friendship between those two, remove himself from the secrecy. “Hey, maybe the amulet switched you and Dew so you could pick up the bracelet she left. Heh.”

“She did?” Randy answered in surprise although he was already suspicious. Why would she hang out here without Randy? Louie was acting off himself, like he was doing his best not to slip up or say the wrong thing... This was so bizarre. “... Does she hang out here a lot?” He asked next, hesitantly. He shrugged as Louie continued. “I don’t know man… but if I’m here, that means…” He’s with her. He looked at Louie with a knowing look, aware he didn’t have to say it out loud for his friend to understand. “So what do we do now?”

“He’s…” She started, but paused to consider what she actually wanted to tell him. There should be no reason she shouldn’t be honest about her relationship with someone who was just a friend, but some part of her still hesitated to shut Dewey down completely when she could tell he was always waiting for a chance to take his shot. Thinking back on the morning she’d had with her boyfriend, though, Tiff couldn’t help but smile; he deserved for her to hype him up, just like Dewey deserved not to be led on by her general lack of excitement towards her relationship, which she knew was probably the main thing continuing to give him hope. The way things were looking up that day really might spell out a game changer for her and Randy, the spark revived between them, so she needed to stop keeping her options with another man so…open. “He took me to the beach for a picnic earlier,” she admitted. “He was, like, super sweet and romantic this morning, too? I don’t know. It was just really nice. So, yeah, he’s good, we’re doing good.”

Then, she smiled, and Randy’s curiosity grew even more as she expressed how they went on a beach picnic together. That was … very out of character for Randy, and he wondered if she picked up on that at all. Hearing that he was sweet and romantic when it wasn’t actually him was weirdly discouraging and confusing. At least he was getting the credit for it? But did that really make it any better? “Huh,” he breathed out in surprise, hands still in his pockets. “That’s… surprisingly cool,” he continued, trying to sound nonchalant but almost coming off as jealous. “I’m glad things are good between you two.” And he did mean that, even if it wasn’t himself who gave her a good day. He wasn’t sure if the statement came off insincere or not. Randy had so many questions in his mind but he was momentarily distracted as they arrived at their destination. He opened the door for Tiffany to the frozen yogurt shop and let her enter ahead of him. “Ladies first.”

At the sight of that text lighting up the screen of her phone, Jackie knew that this was going to be one of those nights. It was late in the evening, and while most had chosen to attend the Halloween Ball, the brunette had decided not to attend. She meant to, had her outfit decided with it’s matching mask and everything, however, just as she was about to step foot outside the door of her home, her parents had refrained her for they wanted to talk to her. To say the least, after a rather drawn out and and mentally draining conversation with her mother and father, the brunette hadn’t been much for a partying mood. And so she stayed home. Which now, after responding back with a ‘No? Why?’ text to Randy, had her wondering if maybe she should have. And after a couple of back and forth messages, she now found herself sitting against the couch at Randy’s parent’s home, with Randy’s head laying against her lap. Gently running her fingers through his hair as an attempt to sooth him, Jackie shook her head. She couldn’t believe what she was told. Tiffany had cheated on Randy with some other guy, and she’s been doing so for months??? Then she had the guts to run away with him at the ball even for sometime and then this same guy dared to start a fight with her Randy, leaving marks and imperfections on to his handsome face— the sight in which had horrified her when she saw him after coming here. 

“This is all fresh for you, obviously you’re going to keep thinking about them. But you know what you need to start doing instead?” Jackie began, once again running a hand through his hair, this time curling the ends with her finger just as she continued. “—Stop thinking about them.” She advised. Oh, how she was secretly pissed off inside for Randy at this news. Yeah, it was no secret that despite for how long Tiff and Randy has been together, that their relationship wasn’t as perfect as to seemed. Ooh, how Jackie knew how un-perfect it was, with the way the two were constantly breaking up before getting back together again, she never understood why the two didn’t stay broken up for good. Then again, in most cases, Randy was the reason behind their constant break up, as he would always flirt with another girl, causing Tiff to get jealous and break up with him. And yet despite knowing that her boyfriend had the habit of straying, her friend would always take him back. And maybe that was because Randy never did anything more than flirt. So it was shocking to hear that it had been Tiff who cheated in the end. “Besides, how can you say you're left behind? You have me, and I’m so not about to let you deal with all this alone.” 

Maybe he shouldn’t have been so butthurt about the breakup, about Dewey and Tiffany — after all, this was what he’d wanted. He spent so long complaining about Tiffany and behaving as if he wasn’t happy with his relationship … was he only upset because Dewey had what he couldn’t? Or was he realizing that he should’ve appreciated what he had before it was too late? Either way, the alcohol prevented him from fully processing any of that. He tried to focus on the present moment with Jackie instead, enjoying the peace and quiet of his parents' big house with her.

“Surprised I noticed?” she repeated in disbelief. “What, like you haven’t thought I was a control freak and micro-manager our whole relationship? Who you apparently need to escape from? You think I haven’t noticed every time you’ve flirted with someone else?” This wasn’t new, and it wasn’t a response to her spending more time with Dewey lately (however Randy even knew about that.) It was a pattern that existed well before she started hanging out with Dewey, part of what had pushed her to accept validation outside of her own boyfriend in the first place.

Tiffany couldn’t even string together a logical argument after that one—where she should have emphasized that, yeah, it was textbook sneaking because he lied about it, she was still caught on Randy saying he had to have a life outside of her, an escape from this bullshit. It was hard to mount a strong defense when her hands shook and her eyes filled with tears. Humiliating as always that she was driven to crying so easily, her body’s first response to any strong stressor. Which part was he calling bullshit—their whole relationship, or just her having a man in her life who actually treated her decently? She suddenly didn’t want to downplay it anymore, refusing to treat her own feelings as trivial. That was what it came down to: whether it was romantic or not, Dewey made her feel valued and that wasn’t meaningless. But the fact that Randy wanted to mess around and do stupid, meaningless shit—

“That’s even worse!” Could he really not see that? She felt like she was taking crazy pills here. If he fell in love with someone else, it would hurt like a bitch, but at least there would be some level of helplessness there. The heart wants what it wants, and all that. Randy flirting with other women with no meaning behind it practically meant that he just wanted to hurt her, with nothing else in it for him. If he was willing to disrespect her and their relationship for no reason, that just showed how little he truly cared. “Does anything you do mean anything? Do my feelings mean anything to you, or is that all just stupid bullshit too?”

"While I'd love to unpack all the bullshit you've been pulling behind my back right now, we should wait until we're alone," he finally answered, frustrated that he even had to lay out the obvious to her. She was clearly avoiding showing any guilt, despite what he already knew. He almost hoped they'd leave it there for now — wait until they got home to continue this fight and unpack everything — but Tiffany wasn't ready to back down.

As she began to point out what Randy had said about her in the past — her controlling attitude, her clinginess, the way he felt suffocated by her — he couldn't understand how she was missing the obvious. If Randy had really been so sick of Tiffany, he would've broken up with her (and not come back) years ago, and the same could be said for her. Even if he complained about her and they fought, the distance and the fights always reminded him why he loved her and to not give up on each other. However, things changed. Now that her attention had been taken by Dewey and her feelings were so obviously shifting, exactly what Randy had been afraid of was happening. The spark between them was long gone, and he was part of the problem. By giving them space and escaping in an attempt to not drive each other insane, he pushed her too far away. Were either of them willing or able to pull the other back in and not lose what little love was left? Even with that thought in the back of his mind, that he could very well lose Tiffany from this, his frustration and intoxication overpowered the logic. Instead, he kept digging deeper.

"Nothing I do is enough for you, you know that? I escape from you and flirt with other girls because it's so obvious that nothing I do will make you happy." Their relationship may as well have been a game, both of them fighting to keep each other interested but both were losing; the hot and cold game was fun at first, but it got old. Maybe it was a sign that they were growing up, growing out of each other in the process. "You can blame it on all the shitty things I've done, but I know that even on my good days, you've still gone to him." It wasn't exactly fair when Randy wasn't the one who'd given her the good day he was specifically referring to, where Dewey gave Tiffany a romantic date in his body, but he was sure it applied to other instances; they had good times together too, like Sharpay's party. Were Tiffany and Dewey talking back then, too? Did she still think of him when they were supposedly happy and having a good night together? "Even on our worst days, it's always been you Tiff. I know I'm not perfect, but I'm not fucking hiding it. You still keep pretending, and for what? Who the fuck are you fooling?"

"Oh, yeah?" He tried not to sound too interested, stuffing his hands in his pockets as they continued toward the fro-yo shop. Randy seized the opportunity to get his girlfriend to talk about him more; he couldn't help but be curious about what his body had been up to all day, and what Tiffany might have to say. What was she comfortable with telling Dewey, exactly? Randy cleared his throat awkwardly, "So, uh .. What's he been up to?"