I'm back! Did you think I was dead? You probably did.

To be completely honest with you, I was brain-dead on where to take this. You'll probably hate me. I wouldn't blame you.

So I finally figured out an LA plot, thanks to one of the most dedicated reviewers EVER, Lyss! Thank you for the ideas!

I also added some Brulia fluff. I had to. It would just be an LA chapter if I didn't.

So, after a long, LONG, LONG, wait, Enjoy!


"Crap!" LA yelled, walking into the house after school. He looked down at his history test, which he failed… again. He's never gotten more than a C, and he's close to failing epically. Now he's just failing

"What's up, little bro?" Julia asked, sitting next to him on the couch as she took a sip from her water.

"I'm going to be kicked off the football team."

"Why?"

"I'm failing history… and pre-algebra… and science," he sighed.

"And English?"

"No, I'm actually pretty good at that."

Julia did a face-palm. Bryson came running over to her. She picked him up and suggested "Why don't you get a tutor? It might help."

"I guess it could work." He smiled at Julia and Bryson as she tickled his sides. It's been two years since he was born and they have been almost inseparable. He had no idea that Julia was actually his mother and the family decided not to tell him the truth, not until he's older. "You act like his mother more than his sister sometimes. It's cute…"

"Technically, I am his mother," she smirked. "So WHAT NOW?"

LA chuckled. "Wow. Okay, I'm going to do my homework." He picked up his backpack and headed for the stairs just as Brady was coming down. Brady's parents still hadn't taken him back for the pregnancy thing and he has been living with them for the past almost three years. "Try not to have too much fun without me."

"Wouldn't think about it," Brady said, smirking as he sat down next Julia and Bryson. "Hey, buddy." He poked Bryson's side, causing him to giggle.

"Brady!" he exclaimed, jumping over to him. Bryson was always attached to Brady. They shared a special bond, just like Julia.

Brady faked a groan as Bryson jumped on him. "Whoa, there! You're getting big!" Bryson laughed.

Julia smirked at them as she pulled her laptop off of the coffee table. She and Brady graduated last year, having to repeat the twelfth grade because they ran away. They didn't feel right leaving while they were still minors, so they decided to go to college online. She went back to writing her European literature paper as Brady played with Bryson.

… … …

LA walked into the front office of Degrassi Junior High. As much as he hated it, he needed to find a tutor. Everyone knew him in the school. It was argued that he was the most popular guy in the seventh grade, a title LA didn't want. But he accepted that it comes with the territory of being star quarterback.

"Hello, LA," the front-office lady greeted, smiling. "What can I help you with?"

Quietly, he asked, "Where's the tutor sign-up sheet?"

She handed him a clipboard and a pen. "Wanting to help?"

"Needing the help," he groaned, writing 'Adam Goldsworthy' on the paper. He handed her back to clipboard. "When will I know who's my tutor?"

She picked up a different clipboard and scanned it quickly. "Well, now. Only one person signed up to tutor." She set the board back down. "I'll contact Calissa immediately."

"C-Calissa Fitzgerald?"

"Yes."

Like magic, Calissa walked through the office door. She had on a knee-length pink dress with big white dots and a matching head band that broke her curly brown hair into two sections over her ears. "Good morning, Miss Taylor. Hey, LA."

"Calissa, we have someone for you to tutor."

"And who would that be?" she asked, still smiling.

He decided to step in. "Hey, tutor."

She spun around to him. "You? Okay! I'll see you during study hall."

"O-Okay…" he stuttered as she left. He admired her. She wasn't very popular, but she didn't care. She was always nice and didn't care about superficial thing that most of the girls in their grade cared about. He liked everything about her… except her brother and her boyfriend, Max. But other than that, she was perfect.

"Mr. Goldsworthy?" the front desk worker asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face. He shook his head, coming back to reality. "You're going to be late for class."

"What? Oh, thanks." He then walked out the door and turned to the direction that Calissa walked to. There she was, holding hands with Max Rochester, first baseman on the baseball team. They talk sometimes, but not during football season. He sighed, then walked the other way to his first class.

… … …

LA went to the quad for his tutor session with Calissa during study hall period. He sat down by an empty tree and waited. Hearing her voice, he turned his head to the right, seeing her walking towards him, head low, and Max walking the other direction.

The sight of her worried him. She was always smiling, head held high. But, this Calissa: she was… depressed. Her signature smile was nowhere to be found. Her bouncy stride had disappeared. The worst part: the happiness her eyes held was dulled over. "Let's get to work," she said, dimly.

He desperately wanted to ask what was wrong, but she started into pre-algebra. "To find out the value of x, you have to add the negative five to the fifteen on the other side of the equal sign. Then you divide…"

La wasn't paying attention to this. He was looking at her cheek, specifically, this one spot near her lower eyelid. The color was dark, almost purple. Without her permission, he reached up and removed the cover-up around that spot with his thumb. She winced, but didn't move as the bruise became more defined.

"Calissa, what happened?" he asked. She didn't answer, only looking down at the book. LA just looked at her, waiting for an answer, until he noticed a wet drop on the book. "Did Max hit you?" He didn't want to even finish that sentence. But who would want to hurt a caring girl like Calissa? He was pretty sure he got it wrong, but he…

She nodded.

That was the last answer he wanted to hear. Tear after tear fell onto the book and with each, LA's fist clutched tighter and tighter. "I'll kill him," he groaned.

Calissa let out a light giggle. "You don't have to… but thanks."

"Calissa, I'd do anything for you. That's what best friends are for."

Her gaze went from the book to him. "You consider me a best friend?"

He smiled. "I consider you may best friend, even before Mayson."

Calissa met his smile and embraced him. "Thanks. It means a lot. I don't have a lot of friends. It's really just you and my brother… and Max, but not for long. I hopefully can dump him."

"You can do way better than Max. He doesn't deserve you. You're pretty, talented, smart, kind, caring…"

She reached over, grabbed his hoodie sleeves, and pulled him in.

She kissed him.

He held her there for a minute, taking in the wondrous smell of cherries that was Calissa. It mixed pleasantly with his Clix AXE spray.

She gently pulled away, touching her forehead to his. She let out a shy laugh, then smiled with him… until…

"WHAT THE HELL!"

Calissa and LA looked towards the front of the school where the sound had come from. There was Cayden, red faced, staring at his twin sister and his (for reasons unknown to LA) enemy who had just kissed.

"Oh, shit," she muttered, her eyes wide. Normally, LA would have been shocked to hear such an ugly word come from her pretty mouth, but he was a little busy being thrown against the tree by Cayden.

"LA!" Calissa cried, trying to sit LA up against the tree. She threw herself in front of him before Cayden could get in a punch. "Cayden, don't."

"Calissa, let me…" he yelled before trailing off. He held her cheek in between his thumb and index finger. "Did Adam to do this to you?"

"His name is LA," she corrected, swatting his hand away. "And, for your information, Max, the guy you set me up with, did this."

"You're taking his side over your sister's, the person who has been with you your entire life, including the nine months before we were born?"

LA opened his eyes slightly, regaining his breath. He pushed through the massive headache he had to try and help Calissa, who at this point was crying again. "Cayden… just… listen to her. She's… telling the truth."

"You shut up, liar," he yelled at Calissa, and then turned to LA. "But I'm not through with you." With that, he pounced at him, pushing him into the tree further, pinning his arm in between his back and the tree. He heard something snap, not knowing whether it was the tree or his arm. He let out a cry of pain, causing Calissa to shriek. LA tried to get him off, but he only had used of his legs. After a while, he gave up fighting and blacked out from the pain.

"Cayden, STOP!" she shouted for the seventh time, crying. "You're going to kill him!"

Cayden let go and backed away, waiting for LA to get up. When he just sat against the tree, that's when Cayden realized the damage he did. "Oh, crap…" he whispered, then ran.

"Cayden!" she yelled after him, angrily, before turning towards LA. She ran over, propping his not bloody arm over her shoulder. Looking around at all the people who were watching, she yelled, crying, "HELP! Somebody, please?"

… … …

"Oh, my god," LA thought. "Someone slip me the world's biggest aspirin!" He groaned and tried to move his head, which only made things worse.

"Wake up, sleepy head," a female voice gently said, moving his curly auburn bangs from his eyes.

"Calissa?" he guessed.

Different laughs came into LA's ear drums. He groaned again. "Stop…"

"We're sorry, honey. It's Mommy. Can you open your eyes?"

"Did you just call yourself 'Mommy'?" Julia asked.

"I will call myself whatever I want to call myself when my son is in the hospital."

"Whoa, how did I get here?"

"It's a long story," Calissa said.

"Calissa?" He opened his eyes a little, letting his eyes adjust to the light. He was surprised by the amount of people they could put into one room: Eli, Clare, Julia, Brady, Bryson, and Calissa. "Ah… light."

Calissa giggled at him. "You've been out for a while now. The doctors started to think that you were about to slip into a coma."

"He has a concussion. It could have happened," Brady spoke up.

"That explain why I want an aspirin the size of my head."

Everyone was silent for a moment. They were eyeing each other, deciding on who would break the news to him.

"Can I have a moment with LA?" Calissa asked, deciding to be the new-breaker.

Everyone one walked out of the room, leaving the twelve-year-olds together. "You're out for the rest of the season. Broken wrist."

"Huh?" LA looked down at his left wrist, noticing the blank white cast plastered on. "Oh, I didn't even notice that."

Calissa giggled lightly. "That's so you. Also, I want to talk to you about what happened with us… and the kiss."

LA sighed and nodded the bets head could. As much as it killed him, he knew that it wasn't real. "I understand. That was just a rebound… comfort kiss. You don't see anything in me."

She moved her hand under his cheek and pulled him up for another kiss. "Honestly, Adam, I really do like you, but I just need break from dating. I'm only twelve." For the first time, he loved to be called Adam.

"Completely understood. I wouldn't want you to end up like my sister." Calissa was the only person he told about Julia's pregnancy.

"That's not nice, LA… but thank you." She kissed his cheek, then headed for the door. Before she reached the handle, she turned around. "Wait for me."

"Count on it," LA smiled.


"Late-night TV: the best," Julia commented, sitting down next to Brady on the couch with a bowl of popcorn between them. They were the only ones up.

"Yep. It's the funniest," Brady agreed. Julia leaned back against the couch, but not on Brady. He threw his arms around the back of the couch and onto her shoulder. He ate most of the popcorn, but Julia didn't touch any. Instead, she laid her hand across the top of her flat stomach. "You still do that?"

"Do what?"

"Hold your hands on your top stomach."

Julia looked down and noticed that she was doing that. "What do you mean by 'still'?"

"You starting doing that when you got your baby bump," Brady laughed, looking at her stomach. "You did it all thought-out your pregnancy."

"No, I didn't!"

Brady looked back at her eyes. "You did it without knowing. We'd be watching TV, I'd be in the kitchen, and when I would look through the kitchen window to the living room, you'd be resting your hands gently on our baby. Every time we went shopping, you would always have one hand resting on the bump. And, the cutest time, was when we were in class."

"I did it in class, too?" Julia asked, whining.

"All the time. But we were in history class and I looked over to make you were okay, because you were right at the end of your seventh month, and you were just sitting there, staring at the movie that Mr. Shaffer was playing, and had your hand resting on the top of your belly. That's not what made it the cutest. The cutest part was when I noticed that you were slowly moving your thumbs in circles. Needless to say, I fail that pop quiz on the movie."

"You were watching me? I feel stalked," Julia joked. "But why would you want to watch me? I was so fat."

Brady smirk fell. "Julia, I hate when you say that. You weren't fat. You were pregnant. There's a difference. And, honestly, you were adorable with child. I don't even understand how I passed the first quarter of school with you in all of my classes."

She smiled, scoffed, and slapped him playfully. "Shut up, Brady."

"I'm just telling you to truth," Brady defended himself. Julia then laid her head on his shoulder and finished watching the show.

Clare sighed at the mid-way point of the steps. She had come down to get some water, but stopped to hear their conversation. "I guess I wasn't the only one that noticed," she thought smiling.

"You did that, too," Eli whispered into her ear.

She jumped, not expecting to hear him. "I know I did. It register that I was doing that when I was pregnant with LA. It's a pregnant thing."

"Obviously," Eli smirked. "I don't think I've ever heard Brady say 'cute' that much in one explanation."

Clare tried not to laugh. "Oh, Elijah, me neither." She turned around to face him. "What are we going to do with them?"

"What we've been doing with them," he answered, turning her around to face their daughter and Brady. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her right shoulder. "We wait."


Honestly, I hate that this chapter seems rushed. Do you think it was rushed?

Again, I want to apologize for the LONG wait. I was out of ideas until recently.

Thanks for Reading! Review please!