I'm baaaack! VERY IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE PLEASE READ:
So this story for whatever reason, almost a year ago this story was deleted by the admins of this website. I don't know what rule it broke, but that was that. I was pretty annoyed at it being deleted and, having gone through the frustration of having a story deleted multiple times before I didn't try to repost it. A few months later I thought reposting it might be worth a shot, but I was fairly certain the majority of you had lost interest by that point.
I have only recently logged back on to Fanfiction to find a whole lot of recent reviews asking for the name of my sequel, so I thought maybe people are still interested. After re-reading Here We Go Again and what I had written of this story, I suddenly had an urge to continue it. So I figured I would see how reposting it goes. If you guys have lost interest, I 100% understand. Just curious to see if anyone still wants to see the sequel.
So, if you want me to keep posting the sequel, please review and let me know!
Thanks lovelies, and may I just say, I have missed you all. Xx
Chapter One:
Brady's P.O.V
"We are officially done with high school!" I cried, earning an enthusiastic applause from everyone.
It was Friday night and eleven months had passed since the Wet Side Story gang had left California. That day had been mine and Mack's final day of year twelve, and the graduation celebration had started an hour ago but Mack and I had taken advantage of the large crowd of parents moving to exit the auditorium after the diplomas had been handed out and snuck out to the beach, changed out of our fancy formal wear and into our swimwear in the bushes and headed out to Wet Side Story.
Drinking soft drinks and listening to music from 1962 blare from jukebox in the corner of Big Mamas was much more appealing than some uptight fancy graduation celebration.
Lela and Tanner were the last to arrive, understandably having to find a babysitter first. A sense of dread hit me as I made eye contact with Lela. I knew I had to talk to her, but I couldn't bring myself to say what needed to be said.
The outfit she'd picked certainly wasn't making things any easier. Part of me wanted to believe it was a coincidence, but a much bigger part of me knew it wasn't.
A much bigger part of me knew she'd intentionally chosen her Minnie Mouse styled dress, the flowing red dress with white polka dots that she'd been wearing the night we'd first met, the night she'd fallen from the stage and into my arms.
She and Tanner waltzed across the floor hand in hand to the booth where the nine of us were squeezed in. Brady and Giggles were side by side on one side of the booth and SeaCat and Chee Chee were seated on the other side. Mack, SeaCat and I were sitting on top of the table and Lugnut and Struts (who had recently started seeing each other) were perched on the ledge between SeaCat and Chee Chee's seat and the wall. Struts blew the pair a kiss squished up closer to Lugnut and enthusiastically patted the spot beside her. Lela jumped up onto the ledge while Tanner hoped up onto the table with us.
"Congrats guys." Tanner praised. Mack and I shared a smirk. Recently, we'd started introducing our friends from the sixties to modern day slang like 'congrats' and 'whateves' and 'yolo' and so on, and the surfers especially had taken a liking to it.
"Next round of soft drinks on me." Lela announced, jumping back up. Seeing my chance, I quickly followed with "I'll go with you."
Lela smiled and I forced myself to return it, even though my heart was racing and my stomach was lurching.
We walked in silence towards the bar and Lela ordered the eleven soft drinks. While the bartender disappeared to get the drinks I forced words out of my dry mouth.
"Lela we need to talk."
Lela hesitated.
"About?"
I glared at her.
"You know what about."
The bartender returned and passed Lela the tray of drinks, which she accepted with a thankyou and a fake smile.
"Like, now." I enforced once the bartender had moved off to deal with another customer.
"Brady, this is yours and Mack's graduation party. Can't it wait?"
"No. It can't."
Lela looked up at me with such innocent eyes that I almost felt guilty, but I stood my ground.
"Fine." She sighed. "Think of an excuse and we'll go talk outside."
I thought as the two of us returned to the booth, and by the time we got there I'd come up with something.
"Damn it! I left my watch back in California. I really need it, I don't usually go anywhere without it."
Mack raised an eyebrow.
"No babe I'm pretty sure it's in your back pocket. I remember you put it in the waterproof pocket of your board shorts before we got in the water."
"No…" I shook my head even though I knew she was exactly right. "I don't remember that. I'm going to head back and grab it real quick. Back in a moment it."
I raised my eyebrows at Lela, who saw her cue.
"Oh I'll go with you. I've been cooped up in the house with the twins for weeks on end. Even a small outing like that will do me good."
"Umm ok…." Mack said cautiously.
"Back soon." I announced quickly before she had time to protest any further.
Lela and I navigated around the crowded bar and outside into the open night air.
"I'm guessing we aren't actually going back to California?" Lela sighed once we'd walked a fair distance from Big Mamas along the beach.
"Unless you can see a point to that, no."
We fell quiet again before I finally stopped walking, forcing Lela to stop as well.
"This has to stop." I said firmly, deciding to simply come straight out of it.
"Why?" Lela asked in a small voice.
"It's wrong Lela and you know it."
"No." Lela looked up and met my gaze. "I mean why now? This has been going on pretty much since the twins were born. Like four months. We've both known it was wrong since it started. I mean you're in a relationship with Mack and not only am I married but I'm a mother. Our relationship has been completely inappropriate from the word go. What's changed so suddenly?"
I stared off into the distance, not really wanting Lela to know the truth, but I couldn't think of a convincing enough lie. She was completely right. I couldn't really remember how it had all started now, only that it started the day Mack and I came back to Wet Side Story for the first time in seven months and met the twins for the first time ever. One moment we were clucking over the gorgeous three day old babies, the next Tanner was out showing Mack his old board he'd polished and repainted and fixed up to give as a thankyou gift to her – Lela had insisted she wouldn't have coped anywhere near as well as she had had it not been for Mack's support- and Lela and I were on the couch in a heated make-out session. How we got there I've no idea, only that we never got a chance to talk about since we were only broken apart by the sound of our partners returning, and our attempt at talking on mine and Mack's following visit only ended in another make-out session. Since then on each and every time Mack and I visited Lela and I simply acted –and even felt- as though we were nothing more than friends, but always found at least half an hour alone to act as a little more than friends. We never spoke about it, after all, what would we say? We didn't love each other, we were both heavily in love with other people and were betraying those people in every way, but yet couldn't find a way to stop.
Until now.
"You really want to know the truth?" I sighed.
"I just want to know why you've suddenly decided to cut us off. I know it's long overdue, I just want to know where the burst of random motivation came from."
I hesitated, feeling the reason behind my decision was rather personal but Lela deserved a decent explanation.
"Fine. Mack and I had sex for the first time the other day and it really made me realize that she's who I love. Every second this goes on is one more second I'm second-guessing my love for her and I don't want to do that anymore."
Lela pursed her lips together.
"So where do we go from here?"
Of the millions of kisses Lela and I must have shared over the previous months, I figured one more would make no difference, so I leant forward and gently touched her lips with my own. We held the kiss for about three seconds before I pulled away and tried to ignore how pretty she looked under the moonlight.
"We forget this ever happened."
Lela chewed her lip.
"So we don't tell Tanner and Mack?"
"Absolutely not."
Okay people, its over to you. I am basing my decision on whether or not I will continue this sequel based on how many reviews this chapter gets. So if you really do want me to keep reposting, please let me know! Xxx
