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Chapter 10: Shawn

Tammy walked into Cal's house, having bought him home essentials.

"Cal?" She said. "Calvin?" She called out and walked around. "I hate LA," she mumbled. She walked upstairs and saw Cal laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. "Hey kiddo."

"Hey," he said softly.

"Where's Carmen?" She asked. "I bought you all kinds of stuff you need, like milk and eggs and toilet paper."

"Thanks Mom," he said. "Carmen is probably somewhere over Texas." Tammy frowned.

"She went home?" She asked. He nodded. "I don't understand."

"We broke up," he said. "She only came this week to break up with me. She was going to have sex with me first but we didn't get to that."

"I'm sorry sweetie," she said. "Not about the sex, but that you broke up." Cal nodded. "Do you still want to go to this Shawn thing tonight?"

"I told Anne I would," he shrugged, "Plus she took Marissa to the boutique to get clothes for it."

"I know," Tammy rolled her eyes. "The manager called me." Cal looked at her. "You know your sister, she loves to make a scene."

"She humiliated a sales girl didn't she?" Cal said. Tammy nodded. "Well, at least it was at your store so they can't throw her out, like at Barney's."

"True," Tammy nodded. "Anne does have a good eye though, she put Marissa in the Butterfly dress."

"Hm," Cal nodded. "Mom, I don't know about this."

"About what?" She asked. He looked at her. "You're not chickening out are you Calvin Thomas Callins?" He looked at her.

"Dad said," he started and she looked at him.

"Do you know why we named you what we named you?" She asked.

"Because Dad had some kind of weird crush on Julie's dad?" He tried. She looked at him. "Right, sorry."

"I wanted to name you after your grandpa and Tommy," she said. "But your father said he wanted you to be brave and strong, and the bravest and strongest person he knew was Cal Gaffney, so we named you after him." Cal smiled. "I know how hard it is to be away from the person you love, especially when you're young and it's the first person you loved." Cal nodded. "You're doing the right thing, moving out here, doing the show. You're not going to get another opportunity like this."

"I know," he said.

"And if it doesn't work out, then you come home, or go back to school," she shrugged. "But for now, you need to do this."

"Why? And how do you know that I need to do it?" He said.

"Because you're like me," she said. He looked at her. "Anne's like Dad and you're like me. When I moved to New York, I did it with the full knowledge that I might lose the one person who meant the world to me. I took that risk because I needed to know."

"Needed to know what?" Cal asked.

"If I was good," Tammy shrugged. "I mean, I knew I was good enough for debutante gowns and prom dresses but I wanted to know if I was really good." Cal smiled. "You are really good, Cal, you're actually better than this show is," he laughed. "You are, and this is going to be your stepping stone, and I am so proud of you." She kissed him. "And Carmen Mendoza is a flake and I've thought so for a year."

"You're such a good mom," he said, "sometimes it staggers me." She laughed.

Bella lay awake, with Kevin's arms around her waist. He was asleep, his face in her hair. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths to keep from crying. She felt terrible, she finally stood up and started getting dressed. She picked up her phone as it buzzed and Kevin just rolled over.

"Hi," she said, knowing it was her cab, "I'll be right down." She grabbed her suitcase and flew down. Once she was safely in the car she started to cry. She was going to hell. She knew it. Girls who slept with their boyfriend's best friends went to hell.

Kevin woke up and swallowed seeing that Bella was gone. He sighed. He knew she had to catch a plane, but he figured that she would have woken him up. But then he should have known. This was Bella.

Marissa, Cal and Anne sat in a booth in a club on Sunset watching Shawn Miller play his guitar. They didn't know a whole lot about Shawn except that he used to date Mike Gaffney's girlfriend Denise in high school and Denise had passed his demo to Steve as a favor.

"He's pretty good," Marissa said. "Not as good as Denise."

"He's hotter than Denise," Anne said.

"No he's not," Cal said.

"Well, you wouldn't think so," Anne said. "Doesn't Marissa look pretty?"

"She does," Cal smiled at her. Marissa blushed. Anne smiled and stood up. "Where are you going?"

"That guy," she pointed, "is cute and he wants to dance with me." She walked away. Marissa looked at Cal.

"So that's my sister," he shrugged. Marissa laughed.

"I'm sorry," she said, "about Carmen." Cal shrugged. "Really, Cal, I am, if it was anything."

"It wasn't," he said. "We grew apart, and she's been hooking up with the douchey guy who played Tybalt last year in a our drama class production of Romeo and Juliet."

"Please tell me you two weren't," Marissa said.

"No," he said. "I was Mercutio, she was Juliet though, she was great." Marissa nodded. "So, you spent the afternoon with Anne."

"She's hilarious," Marissa said. He smiled. "What's her plan?"

"Plan?" Cal said. "For like life?" She nodded. "God, you really didn't get to know Anne. When it comes to a plan, you're looking at Anne's plan." Marissa laughed. "You really do look great."

"Yeah thanks," she nodded. "Cal, um," he looked at her. "Now that you're single, I thought,"

"Mari," he said, "not tonight, OK?"

"OK," she nodded. "Do you wanna dance?"

"Sure," he smiled and they stood up.

The show ended and the three of them were still hanging out at the bar, when Anne stood up again.

"What now?" Cal said.

"I think I want to go backstage," she said with a grin.

"Anne, don't" Cal groaned, "Dad got us into the club, he got us a VIP table, you cannot try to get backstage, where you'll make a fool of yourself with Shawn Miller, since you're kind of drunk, which he'll tell Dad about and Dad will blame me for letting you get drunk at a club that he got us into again!"

"But he's hot!" She pouted.

"He's old," Marissa pointed out, "like twenty six." Cal nodded.

"I'm not going to make a fool of myself," Anne said. "I'm a hot blonde going backstage to hit on a mid level rock star." She walked over to the bouncer and Cal groaned and put his head on the counter.

"Hey," Marissa said, "I'm calling a car," he looked at her. "Want to take the ride home with me?"

"Mari," he said.

"I know, you said not tonight," she smiled. "It's a ride, Cal, that's all." He kissed her and she smiled.

"OK then," he said softly. "Let's go for a ride." She grabbed her purse and they walked outside.

"Um, I'm going with wow," Jace said stepping out of the backseat of a towncar. Trina giggled. They were at the estate home where she lived with her parents.

"Jason," she said and kissed him. "It's just a house."

"It's a big house," Jace said.

"I know," she said. "It's smaller than Logan and Claire's though."

"Ah," he nodded. "Well, then," she laughed and took his hand.

"Come on," she pulled him inside.

"Do you have servants?" He teased. She rolled her eyes. "Do you?"

"We have a cook," she said simply, "and when I was little we had a nanny. But once I started school, there wasn't a need for that anymore."

"Uh huh," he nodded following her back into a small sitting room.

"Katrina," an older woman with a warm smile that didn't quite reach her eyes was sitting on a couch pouring tea.

"Grandma," Trina said, "you're here, and not with Uncle Logan and Aunt Claire or in Florida. Which is unexpected and wonderful."

"Well, I do have three granddaughters, that I know of, you never know with your Uncle Dave," she sighed. "But as Aileen is currently playing soccer or some nonsense and Constance is in England until Christmas, I thought I would spend the day with you." Trina nodded. "Who is this young man?"

"Um, Jace Fairbanks," Jace said, "hi."

"Jace is my boyfriend," Trina said. "His mother's traveling so he's staying with us." He waved. "Jace, this is my grandma, Katherine Vanderbilt."

"I thought you were dating that boy who's brother married Eva Riley," Katherine said.

"Um," Trina said. "Dean and I broke up this summer. Now I'm dating Jace."

"Uh huh," Katherine said. Kelly came rushing in.

"Are my parents home?" Trina asked.

"Your father's in his study and your mother had to go to New York for some emergency about chiffon or something," Katherine said. "Apparently Tammy is in California and some idiot creative director wanted an executive opinion. I've never understood why she got back into that company."

"OK then," Trina nodded. "I'm going to go find Dad and show Jace where he's sleeping."

"It was nice meeting you," Jace said and followed Trina. "She's intense."

"That's one word for it," Trina nodded, "Mom usually goes with she's a bitch." They walked into Scooter's study. "Hi Daddy."

"Hello sweetheart," he stood up and kissed her. "Jason," he shook Jace's hand. "Grandma's here."

"I noticed," Trina said. "She already called Tammy lazy and their new creative director an idiot, and forgot that I broke up with Dean." Scooter laughed.

"She's good," he said. "You have to spend the day with her."

"Dad," she whined, he looked at her. "Jace is here, I was going to show him things," he raised his eyebrows.

"I will entertain Jace," he said.

"Seriously?" Jace asked. Scooter nodded.

"Try not to wet yourself," Trina mumbled and marched out. Scooter sighed.

"She's a lot more like her mother than she'll every admit," he sat down. Jace smiled. "My daughter gave me those short stories you wrote."

"She told me," he said. "And?"

"You're good," he nodded. "I even thought about showing them to my sister in law."

"Why didn't you?" Jace asked with a swallow.

"Trina's very young," Scooter said, "she's lived an extremely privileged and sheltered life, in case you haven't noticed," Jace nodded. "She doesn't understand quite yet that there are people who are going to want to take advantage of that." Jace stared at him. "Specifically, talented young men who want access to her family connections."

"You wanted to make sure I wasn't using your daughter," Jace said. He nodded. "I think I give her more credit than you do." Scooter smiled.

"Maybe," he said. "I remember your father, Jace."

"I'm sorry for you then," Jace mumbled. "When he was involved with Julie Gaffney?"

"Mm hm," Scooter said. "As I understand it,"

"He was with my mother at the same time, yeah," Jace said. "What does Paulo have to do with anything?"

"The way I remember things," Scooter said, "he was extremely charming, charismatic, and Julie was pretty enamored, and even helped him get work with Tammy."

"I'm not like him," Jace said, "and yes, my father is very charming and very charismatic and that does very little to disguise the fact that he's also a jackass." Scooter smiled. "You think I'm doing to Trina what he did to Julie and my mother."

"Yes," Scooter said.

"I'm not," Jace said. "I didn't ask Trina to give you those stories." Scooter raised his eyebrows. "I didn't."

"OK," Scooter said. "She already told me you did."

"I asked her if she thought you would read them," he shrugged. "She said no." Scooter smiled. "I didn't bring it up again."

"Fair enough," Scooter nodded.

Anne wandered around in the backstage area of the club and then found a small green room, where Shawn was sitting, tuning an acoustic guitar.

"Hey," she said leaning against a door frame.

"Um, hi," he said. "Do I know you?" She laughed casually.

"You were amazing tonight," she said and walked in. He grinned. Shawn was still getting used to the whole groupie attention thing.

"Thanks so much," he said, playing his accent up a little bit. "And who are you?"

"I'm not a groupie if that's what you're worried about," she giggled. "Just someone who was very impressed." He looked at her.

"And what's your name honey?" He asked as she fluffed her hair.

"Anne," she said. He nodded. She kissed him. He put his arms around her, and she pulled herself on top.

"Wow," he said, "how old are you?" He asked.

"Old enough," she said. He nodded and stood up and closed the door. Anne leaned back on the couch. He walked over and climbed on top of her and they kept kissing.

"I feel like I've seen you," he said softly.

"I came to a few of your shows in New York," she whispered as he kissed her neck. "Maybe you noticed me?"

"I must have," he said. "Do you want to come back to my hotel?"

"What's wrong with right here?" She giggled. He smiled. He definitely could get used to this whole rock star thing. Then there was a knock on the door. "I guess that."

"Shawn?" The voice on the other side of the door was Steve's. "You still in there?"

"It's my publicist," Shawn said, "I'm sorry."

"It's OK," Anne shrugged as he stood up and answered the door. She took out a compact and started to fix herself up.

"Hey," Shawn said, "um, thanks for coming tonight, I didn't think you were."

"I wasn't planning too, but my kids came and one of them left," Steve shrugged.

"Hi Daddy," Anne waved from the couch. Steve stared at her and then at Shawn, who's eyes were huge.

"Hey baby," Steve said, "what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I just wanted to tell your client how impressed with him I was," she said and stood up. "Cal went home?"

"Uh huh," Steve said. "Go out the back door there's a car there. We'll talk on the drive, OK?"

"OK," she said, "bye Shawn, really, you were amazing," she kissed Steve on the cheek and the walked out. Steve stared at him.

"She's your daughter?" Shawn swallowed. Steve nodded. "And she's, um,"

"She's sixteen Shawn," Steve said. Shawn groaned and sat down on the couch. "You didn't,"

"Um, no," Shawn said, "but if you hadn't."

"I kind of had a hunch when she wasn't in the club that that was what was happening," Steve shrugged. "Anne's been going through a bit of a rebellious stage lately." Shawn stared at his feet. "Just stay away from my daughter, Miller."

"Yeah," Shawn whispered. "Sure."

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