Lexis walked into the Ellis wing. Anthony, yet again, had to stay at the hospital overnight. Lexis made his way into the guest suite and placed Vivian on a recliner near the bed. When he was sure that she was sitting steady, and wasn't falling over, he sat across from her on the second recliner.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, a commercial smile spread across his face.

She only answered in a fit of giggles.

"Do you need water? Maybe a blanket?"

"No." She stretched out with a wide smile.

"How about a friend? Do you want me to call a friend over?"

Her eyes lit. "Yeah, call F–" She quickly held her tongue. "My father. Call him and tell him I busted someone's nuts on the street." Another fit of giggles. "He said he knew I'm Crane's daughter."

"Do you want me to use your phone? I don't have your father's number." Lexis lied. He knew he could get the president on the phone if he wanted to, but right now wasn't the case.

Vivian took out her phone and looked at it. "You want this?"

Lexis' eyes squinted at Vivian. Something wasn't right. "If you'd like me to call him."

I just need one phone number. And it seems like you and Rihanna are close enough for you to have it.

She slipped the phone back in her pocket and began to giggle again. "Never mind."

She stood up but fell back in her seat. She put out four fingers. "I want two tequilas right now, and my best friend. I want my best friend right now."

Lexis leaned forward. "Who's your best friend?"

She giggled, then with a wobbly head, she pointed at Lexis and slurred, "You know her."

"Do I? I assume I do, but I don't believe I'd ever come to know how you and her have met."

Another fit of giggles. "No."

"No?" Lexis asked.

She shook her head and looked at him from under her eyelashes. "No."

"Why? Did she tell you not to tell me?"

Vivian nodded.

"You can tell me. You can tell me anything. I'll never tattletale."

Another fit of giggles. "Get me a turtle first."

"Why?"

"So I can ride my horse on it."

Silence.

Another fit of giggles.

Lexis laid back in the recliner, trying to find a method to make the stubborn girl talk. "What do you like?"

"Boys."

"Really?" It took him a few seconds to think of a strategy. "Do you want a boy... that's similar to your father?"

She shook her head violently. "No! Never." A cloud of sadness hovered over her expression, and for a moment, Lexis wondered why. Additionally, for the first time in his life, he felt a connection with someone.

"Why?"

Vivian shrugged.

He leaned in again. "Usually women would want a... spouse that's exactly like their father if he was the ideal man, and precisely the opposite if he wasn't. In Fact they begin to wish that whoever 'the one' may be, it won't be anything like the man that raised them. Is that a wish you'd thought of?"

Vivian hesitated, then slowly nodded.

"He must be such a cruel parent."

Vivian nodded again.

"Insensitive."

Another nod.

"Doesn't listen. Concentrates on work more than his family. Conceited. He'd rather pay money to get you out of the way, than to simply deal with you himself."

Vivian couldn't stop nodding. Tears began to fall down her face.

"There are times when you'd wonder if you were born into that family by mistake, that somewhere out there your real family exists, a family who'll actually appreciate you living under their roof, a family that doesn't treat you like you are one more problem to their life they wish they didn't have."

"Yes!" Now Vivian was sobbing heavily.

"Maybe, just maybe there was someone who helped you through this pain. A close friend, who on the contrary of being poor, you still connected with because she was able to lift you from the misery you were in."

Vivian looked up at Lexis, her eyes pouring into his. She automatically stopped crying. A moment of silence followed right after. For a long while, the room became deathly quiet.

Then Vivian fell into another fit of giggles.

Lexis gritted his teeth. So stubborn.

"I want my best friend." She began to whine again. "Get me my best friend."

"Rihanna?"

Vivian fell into another fit of giggles.

Lexis gritted his teeth in anger. "What's so funny?"

"There is a rainbow."

"Where?"

"Right..." She stood up and shoved her combat boot in Lexis' crotch. "Here."

Her face an inch away from his, her expression suddenly transformed into a serious and livid one. Her eyes nothing but well awake fireballs.

"It's so funny how the two of you get played with so easily." She said, her tone straightforward, not in the least bit slurred or out of control. "You think I can give up information so easily by manipulating my brain cells. She thinks I'm a deadpanned idiot." Vivian had purposely said the first syllable of Fayth's name back in the lunch room and the hall, knowing well it well rile her up. She was sure Fayth was biting her nails now, where ever she was, wondering what the hell Vivian was spilling to Lexis.

Vivian shoved her boot in further. "And you thought that somehow by bringing my asshole of a father up, you were going to get me drunk on my own pain? So drunk that I'll just talk?"

Lexis was more than amused with the girl in front of him. He couldn't believe how much he had underestimated her.

Shoving her boot in even more, she sneered. "I just love screwing with both of your heads."

With quick reflexes, Lexis took ahold of her, straightened up to his feet, then turned the both of them and shoved her against the recliner instead. "Vivian Crane..." the lazy smile was back on his face. "Nice meeting you, I'm Lexis Ellis."

She smirked. "What? You got the hots for me now?"

His eyes were piercing, calculating, beautiful.

"What are you staring at?" Vivian breathed, suddenly feeling hot under his gaze.

"Green..." He began. "Yellow, then light brown. Your eyes I mean."

She gulped. "So?"

"That's in detail. You see, I pay attention to details. I embrace them even. And since I pay attention to details, I tend to notice more things than others do."

She stared back at him confused.

He straightened up and made his way around the recliner.

For some reason, she didn't want him to leave. She felt safe around him–safe in her insanity.

With his back to her, he slid his hands in his pockets and glanced back, their eyes locking as his lazy smile made her question the type of person she was suddenly entangled with.

"I may have fallen off the edge with questioning you, and sank into your playful nonsense, but I've gotten something out of this that became a bit more than what I had intended to receive." His eyes were digging into Vivian's, making her beyond vulnerable. "Her real name isn't Rihanna, and with this idea in my mind now, it suddenly feels like I'm walking on the right sidewalk of whatever game this is."