"Ya want me to tell you exactly why you're pissed off at me right now," Said a feisty Chloe to Brady, who was, there are no other words for it, pissed off like hell at the moment.
"Oh God Chloe, please enlighten me, I want to know exactly why I am so pissed right now, and I want you to tell me"
"It's because you know I would never have sex with you." Chloe declared, extremely proud of herself for cracking the case. Of course, it was meant to be taken as a joke to lighten the situation, so to speak.
Brady tried his hardest to silence his laughter, but he failed horribly.
Obviously offended Chloe crossed her arms. She didn't think she had said anything funny at all. "What?!"
"Chloe, what does that have anything to do with it?!" He said still laughing.
"Lane, if I wanted-really wanted-to have sex with you it would only take a smile and a wink. You would follow me around like a sick puppy dog until I gave you what you wanted."
"I was only joking," Chloe said embarrassed, until she realized that Brady had just thrown her a huge insult and added heatedly, "What is that shit you're talking?!"
"The truth," Said Brady simply while opening a beer and turning to face her.
"And that's really what you think-that I would want you like that?" Brady casually nodded and took his first sip of beer. "All right, well you just sit tight, and I'll be back in...like a few minutes," Chloe yelled over her shoulder as she ran up the penthouse steps.
"I wasn't sitting," He muttered.
"What was that Black?" Chloe yelled from the top of the stairs.
"I was just wondering if you were going to be knitting."
"Knitting? What! Have I ever knitted in my entire life?" Chloe answered, though her voice was muffled, like she was pulling something over her head.
"Yeah, cause ya'know it's one of those things you do that really turns me on," Brady said laughing, she was so much fun to mess with.
"You are such a jerk"
"Yeah, that's what they tell me"
Brady's curiosity finally broke the silence. "Chloe what are you d-" He stopped mid sentence, though, because when he turned around there she was, freshly changed, and standing face to face with him. He tried to be cool, and God how he tried not to do a head-to-toe on her, but he was a guy afterall, and that was one tight ass pair of booty shorts she was wearing, and Brady was completely oblivious to the fact that they even made shirts as short as Chloe was wearing. After a long silence Brady finished his beer, and said casually, "Now I know what to get you next Christmas"
"Yeah, what's that?" Chloe whispered closing the already rapidly shrinking gap between her and Brady. Brady concealed a grin; he loved being such a tease. Slowly he lifted a hand to the side of her face, and moved her hair slightly, exposing her ear and making Chloe go numb all over. He moved his lips to her ear and whispered, "Some clothes that fit."
Chloe flew backwards, extremely annoyed. "Are you telling me that this does absolutely nothing for you?!"
"Not a thing," He answered picking up his empty beer can and throwing it away.
"Fine, I'll be right back then." 'Oh God,' Brady prayed 'Just let her come out wearing nothing at all,' but alas, his prayers went unanswered. 5 minutes later Chloe was proudly walking down the stairs wearing-not shorty shorties, and not a skin-tight belly shirt. She was most definitely not going stark; instead she was wearing a long pair of jeans that were not, by any means, low-rise, and a turtle-neck sweater that came all the way down, showed absolutely nothing, and left everything to the imagination.
"That's quite a change there Lane," Brady said, failing to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
"Yeah, that'll show you to lie to me, won't it? So you seem a lot less pissed, what was that about anyway?"
"Oh...nothing," He answered.
"Oh come on Brady, don't try and get all mysterious with me, just tell me what put that stick up your butt-and don't say me, cause I didn't do anything."
Silence
"Fine, you'll tell me when that stubborn mind of yours goes on vacation, which is going to be never. So, are you still taking me to that New Year's Eve party tonight?"
"Yeah, I'll take you, but only if you limit yourself to 5...maybe 6 beers."
"Very funny. You know I'm underage, and besides I won't touch the stuff. Wouldn't want to end up as screwed up as you, now would I?"
"Oh come on I'm not that screwed up," Brady said, defending himself. "But if you're going to go you'll want to change. Those aren't exactly party clothes, and it usually gets pretty hot at these things."
"Ok, fine, but this was the last thing I had over here to wear. So unless you want me to wear the booty shorts, or what I had on earlier (not exactly party clothes either, I might add) you're going to have to take me home first to get something.
"Oh, that's great, so you're going to let me be the one that tells your parents that I'm taking you to a New Year's Eve party, that I know they won't approve of?" Brady said handing Chloe her coat and walking to his jeep.
"No I'll let you stay in the car. You can do the explaining when we get home at 5:30 in the morning, and I'm drunk out of my mind."
"Didn't you just say something about not touching it, cause you didn't wanna end up messed up like me?"
"Yeah, but I changed my mind, cause I thought it would be more fun to watch Craig and Nancy beat the shit out of you."
"How very kind," Brady said starting the car.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Maybe it was fate being very, very kind that made Brady's cell phone ring at the exact second Chloe got out of the car. It wasn't that she would be mad, that this girl (Lindsay, I'll explain later on) was calling-afterall Brady and her weren't even going out-officially, that is. It would just make things much more...complicated.
"Brady, it's me again"
"Lindsay," Brady said flatly.
"Yeah hey, what are you wearing?" The girl that took the name 'Lindsay' laughed.
"That's not funny, why are you calling me?"
"To apologize"
"Again? Haven't we been down this road before? There's nothing you can say that-"
"But I want you back!" Lindsay said, exasperated. "Look, I'm sorry, I like...totally wasn't thinking, and besides," Lindsay added angrily, "That happened years ago!"
Brady sighed. "Why do you keep calling me? Don't you have a clue what you did to me? I'm over you, and I'm not mad at everything anymore, and I don't want anything to change that."
"I keep calling because I feel bad. Like...really bad, and because I really want things to go back to the way they were, and I really want to be with you again. Look, I can deal with the fact that you don't want to accept my apology, but I'm going to be at that party tonight, so are you, and so is everyone else. I thought if I called you a couple times-"
Brady interrupted, "A couple hundred times, right?"
"Sorry, I thought it would make it easier for you to see me, and for me to see you again."
"Well thanks for your consideration," Brady said sarcastically, "but I gotta go"
"No Brady-"
Click-end of conversation.
'Lindsay, I won't let you ruin everything I fixed, and I won't let you ruin what's going on with me and Chloe right now either,' Brady thought as he put his head down and threw his cell phone in the back seat.
"It's not going to be any easier though, I know that."
"Stupid past," he muttered.
"Oh God Chloe, please enlighten me, I want to know exactly why I am so pissed right now, and I want you to tell me"
"It's because you know I would never have sex with you." Chloe declared, extremely proud of herself for cracking the case. Of course, it was meant to be taken as a joke to lighten the situation, so to speak.
Brady tried his hardest to silence his laughter, but he failed horribly.
Obviously offended Chloe crossed her arms. She didn't think she had said anything funny at all. "What?!"
"Chloe, what does that have anything to do with it?!" He said still laughing.
"Lane, if I wanted-really wanted-to have sex with you it would only take a smile and a wink. You would follow me around like a sick puppy dog until I gave you what you wanted."
"I was only joking," Chloe said embarrassed, until she realized that Brady had just thrown her a huge insult and added heatedly, "What is that shit you're talking?!"
"The truth," Said Brady simply while opening a beer and turning to face her.
"And that's really what you think-that I would want you like that?" Brady casually nodded and took his first sip of beer. "All right, well you just sit tight, and I'll be back in...like a few minutes," Chloe yelled over her shoulder as she ran up the penthouse steps.
"I wasn't sitting," He muttered.
"What was that Black?" Chloe yelled from the top of the stairs.
"I was just wondering if you were going to be knitting."
"Knitting? What! Have I ever knitted in my entire life?" Chloe answered, though her voice was muffled, like she was pulling something over her head.
"Yeah, cause ya'know it's one of those things you do that really turns me on," Brady said laughing, she was so much fun to mess with.
"You are such a jerk"
"Yeah, that's what they tell me"
Brady's curiosity finally broke the silence. "Chloe what are you d-" He stopped mid sentence, though, because when he turned around there she was, freshly changed, and standing face to face with him. He tried to be cool, and God how he tried not to do a head-to-toe on her, but he was a guy afterall, and that was one tight ass pair of booty shorts she was wearing, and Brady was completely oblivious to the fact that they even made shirts as short as Chloe was wearing. After a long silence Brady finished his beer, and said casually, "Now I know what to get you next Christmas"
"Yeah, what's that?" Chloe whispered closing the already rapidly shrinking gap between her and Brady. Brady concealed a grin; he loved being such a tease. Slowly he lifted a hand to the side of her face, and moved her hair slightly, exposing her ear and making Chloe go numb all over. He moved his lips to her ear and whispered, "Some clothes that fit."
Chloe flew backwards, extremely annoyed. "Are you telling me that this does absolutely nothing for you?!"
"Not a thing," He answered picking up his empty beer can and throwing it away.
"Fine, I'll be right back then." 'Oh God,' Brady prayed 'Just let her come out wearing nothing at all,' but alas, his prayers went unanswered. 5 minutes later Chloe was proudly walking down the stairs wearing-not shorty shorties, and not a skin-tight belly shirt. She was most definitely not going stark; instead she was wearing a long pair of jeans that were not, by any means, low-rise, and a turtle-neck sweater that came all the way down, showed absolutely nothing, and left everything to the imagination.
"That's quite a change there Lane," Brady said, failing to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
"Yeah, that'll show you to lie to me, won't it? So you seem a lot less pissed, what was that about anyway?"
"Oh...nothing," He answered.
"Oh come on Brady, don't try and get all mysterious with me, just tell me what put that stick up your butt-and don't say me, cause I didn't do anything."
Silence
"Fine, you'll tell me when that stubborn mind of yours goes on vacation, which is going to be never. So, are you still taking me to that New Year's Eve party tonight?"
"Yeah, I'll take you, but only if you limit yourself to 5...maybe 6 beers."
"Very funny. You know I'm underage, and besides I won't touch the stuff. Wouldn't want to end up as screwed up as you, now would I?"
"Oh come on I'm not that screwed up," Brady said, defending himself. "But if you're going to go you'll want to change. Those aren't exactly party clothes, and it usually gets pretty hot at these things."
"Ok, fine, but this was the last thing I had over here to wear. So unless you want me to wear the booty shorts, or what I had on earlier (not exactly party clothes either, I might add) you're going to have to take me home first to get something.
"Oh, that's great, so you're going to let me be the one that tells your parents that I'm taking you to a New Year's Eve party, that I know they won't approve of?" Brady said handing Chloe her coat and walking to his jeep.
"No I'll let you stay in the car. You can do the explaining when we get home at 5:30 in the morning, and I'm drunk out of my mind."
"Didn't you just say something about not touching it, cause you didn't wanna end up messed up like me?"
"Yeah, but I changed my mind, cause I thought it would be more fun to watch Craig and Nancy beat the shit out of you."
"How very kind," Brady said starting the car.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Maybe it was fate being very, very kind that made Brady's cell phone ring at the exact second Chloe got out of the car. It wasn't that she would be mad, that this girl (Lindsay, I'll explain later on) was calling-afterall Brady and her weren't even going out-officially, that is. It would just make things much more...complicated.
"Brady, it's me again"
"Lindsay," Brady said flatly.
"Yeah hey, what are you wearing?" The girl that took the name 'Lindsay' laughed.
"That's not funny, why are you calling me?"
"To apologize"
"Again? Haven't we been down this road before? There's nothing you can say that-"
"But I want you back!" Lindsay said, exasperated. "Look, I'm sorry, I like...totally wasn't thinking, and besides," Lindsay added angrily, "That happened years ago!"
Brady sighed. "Why do you keep calling me? Don't you have a clue what you did to me? I'm over you, and I'm not mad at everything anymore, and I don't want anything to change that."
"I keep calling because I feel bad. Like...really bad, and because I really want things to go back to the way they were, and I really want to be with you again. Look, I can deal with the fact that you don't want to accept my apology, but I'm going to be at that party tonight, so are you, and so is everyone else. I thought if I called you a couple times-"
Brady interrupted, "A couple hundred times, right?"
"Sorry, I thought it would make it easier for you to see me, and for me to see you again."
"Well thanks for your consideration," Brady said sarcastically, "but I gotta go"
"No Brady-"
Click-end of conversation.
'Lindsay, I won't let you ruin everything I fixed, and I won't let you ruin what's going on with me and Chloe right now either,' Brady thought as he put his head down and threw his cell phone in the back seat.
"It's not going to be any easier though, I know that."
"Stupid past," he muttered.
