Author's Note: Hey! I just wanted to say that this is my first fic for a TV Show, and I'm hoping it comes out alright. I've written many a stories about Jesse McCartney (...Bradin) over the years, and I'm glad to see he's back to acting again, so I decided to give it a shot. I hope you like it! .. I changed some events in the show, and added a character, otherwise it's pretty much the same.

Chapter One

Another Sunny Day In Californ-i-a

Bradin made his way to Spanish Cove, still kicking himself about Erika and Jay. He was so fired up about the two of them being together, and knew the only way for him to relax was to go surfing. It was a bittersweet way to relax, knowing Erika had taught him how to, but the only way for him nonetheless.

He looked out at the sea; the waves were crashing gently up against the rocks on the side of him, as he took in a deep breath and smelled the scent of the ocean. He looked out longingly into the sea, and thought of his mother and father. He missed them so much. It would never be the same for him, he had been keeping everything bottled up inside, refusing to let himself breakdown when he knew that was what he needed most. To cry for them, and more than anything to have them back and feel his mother's arms wrap around him in comfort.

His thoughts were interrupted by a faint splash in the distance. He looked up to see a girl whom he had recognized from Jay's shop. She had been surfing, as she picked up the board and held it under her arm. Her blonde hair was matted, and dripping from the water, as she threw it to the other side of her neck. She looked up and met Bradin's eyes that had been looking at her.

All of his thoughts were completely forgotten as he looked at this girl. Something inside of him made him think she looked lonely, and painfully so. He dismissed it though, and quickly looked away from her once she had caught sight of him. She seemed to do the same.

Before Bradin knew it, she had walked off and left him alone on the beach once again.

Alone.

That was how Bradin had been feeling for days now. He looked out at the waves, took his board and rode off to the waves. It was the spot where he could clear his head, where he could think about everything that had been going on or happened that day. After about an hour of surfing, and clearing his head, he began to walk back to the house. He sulked back, and entered through the back doors. Aunt Ava, Derrick, and Johnny were home, as he put his board down and walked upstairs without saying a word.

He stripped down from his surfing outfit into his bathing suit and a loose t-shirt. One thing he loved about California was that at anytime he could walk to the ocean and go for a swim. He lay out on his bed, depressed from the recent happenings. It was only 11 in the morning, but he felt like he had down enough to crawl under his covers and sleep until the next morning.

Nikki, Bradin's sister, stepped off the bus with her new found friend Cameron. She had given up on the girls here. They seemed even pettier than the ones back in Kansas. Cameron was a nice boy, and she seemed to share common interests with him. She was pleased that she had a friend now.

"So, what are you doing today?" Cameron asked, looking at her curiously. He too, enjoyed spending time with Nikki.

"Nothing. Would you like to come back to my house, and we can watch a movie or something?" Nikki suggested casually, as she looked up in Cameron's eyes. He nodded as the two of them set out for Aunt Ava's house, and the Westerly's new home.

They arrived there after a twenty minute walk along the beach, where the continued to talk. The pair sat down on the couch, as Nikki stood back up and went to the refrigerator. "Would you like something to drink?" She asked kindly, and came back moments later with two cokes for them. Nikki took hold of the remote, and gave up, handing it over to Cameron.

Finally, after settling on a channel, the two sat back and shared the afternoon together. Nikki's stomach however kept doing flips and flops. She had never felt like this before, as the looked over at Cameron, and her stomach churned even more. She knew what it was. She had heard enough stories. Butterflies.

Bradin had decided to go to the surf shop. Even though he wasn't pleased with Jay about Erika, he liked to visit the tiny shop on occasion. Walking in, he saw the girl from earlier. He always saw her in here, and she was always by herself. For Bradin, this provided a degree of comfort, knowing that she didn't have any friends to laugh at him with.

"Hey, you're the girl from the beach aren't you?" Bradin asked, taking a chance and going across the empty shop to talk to her.

She smiled, and nodded. "Yeah. Spanish Cove." She said softly.

Before the two could say anything else, Jay walked in, delighted. "Ah, Bradin. I see you've already met Al. She's a great girl, work's here, and a family friend. Ava loves her." Jay said, smiling at the two, his Australian accent was as clear as ever.

Bradin glared back. Great, he thought. She's probably just like Erika, he introduces me to her and then I find out she's with him. He held his glare steady while facing Jay.

As if Jay could read his mind, he smiled and laughed aloud while shaking his head no at Bradin.

"Oh, so you're Bradin. Jay has told me a lot about you." She smiled again, which seemed to calm Bradin down. However, his cheeks turned slightly red. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Allie."

Bradin's glare at Jay faded, as he turned and smiled at Allie, turning a slight shade of red. "I'm Bradin, but you already know that." He smiled, and chuckled nervously.

Jay, noticing Bradin's awkwardness, stepped in, hoping to get on Bradin's good side. "Oh, Allison ... I just came out here to ask you something before I completely forgot." He laughed, as Allie turned to look at him, "Ava wants you to come over for dinner tonight. How 'bout it?" Jay said, his Australian accent as clear as ever. Allison nodded at the invitation, as Jay smiled.

He had never even considered being with Allison. True, he did have mostly every girl he saw, but he also knew where to draw the line. Allison was 16 and he saw her every day. Two things uncharacteristic of his girlfriends. She was like a little sister to him, and the slight thought of Bradin's made him queasy. That was just wrong.

He smiled at the two of them and walked off, knowing he could give the rest of the details on dinner to her once Bradin left.

The two stood there in silence for a few moments, not quite knowing what to saw. "So ... how's surfing going for you? I mean I s'pose you never knew how to, seeing as I haven't known Kansas to have great waves." She smiled. Bradin looked at her closely, she had a subtle beauty that it seemed she was trying to cover up.

He couldn't help but return the smile, as he laughed. He ran his hand through his messy blonde hair, a nervous habit of his. "Well, I won't be entering any surf contests quite yet."

"Trust me it gets easier." Allison reassured. "You'll love it." She spoke, pushing a stray piece of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear, and looking up at him.

"I should be going," Bradin commented, afraid to say anything else in fear of sounding stupid. "I'll see you tonight at dinner." He said waving goodbye to her.

"See you." She spoke softly, as he walked out of the doors, happily. He smiled the whole walk home, and hadn't felt that happy since he first set eyes on Erika. This was a welcome relief for Bradin, and he couldn't wait for dinner.