A/N: Welcome, readers to my second original episode of Season 2, Driving Damage. This title was thought up of by AllAmericanSlurp. Give her a round of applause! Only she and I know of the plot for this episode. This chapter is dedicated to our 100th reviewer, Kihonne. My other best story has 95 reviews, 58 chapters. Thanks for your dedication.
In this chapter, Chase come to terms about his relationship with Calla, Douglas meets a new woman at a bar, Chase gets a girl's number, the unthinkable happens when Bree is driving home from school and Adam comes to a heartfelt realization involving his girlfriend, Jessica.
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Warning: Graphic description of injury. Bring tissues.
Chase's POV
People and scientists say that the more you do something, the easier it becomes. The more you play a sport, the better you become. The more you play an instrument, the better you become. The more you do math problems, the easier it becomes. However, this is an exception.
Last week, I got publicly humiliated at school. Granted, it happens all the time, but it was different. The entire school knows, and it's all thanks to our Lab Assistant, Calla. Calla set up a fake 'Come to the Principal's Office' bit and flat out told me she didn't consider me to be a friend. This was over the school speakers, which she left on, purposefully. Calla claims she didn't know and has texted me several times to apologize, but I wasn't buying that from her. The only reason I haven't gotten back to her is because I haven't had time to think about it. My school-wide rejection had made me so popular; everyone was either making fun of me or giving me sympathy. It was the former more than the latter.
Finally, I was at home and alone with my thoughts. I thought it about it for so long that I hadn't noticed that Bree, who had been gone for three hours, had come back home.
"Chase, the TV's not on," Bree commented.
"Huh?" I asked, snapping out of my daze. "No, it's not."
"Something's on your mind. Would you like to talk about it?"
I wanted to say yes. I really did because my brain couldn't think right now. However, I knew if I did which direction the conversation would go, and I did not want that, so I shook my head. If I talked to Bree, Adam, or Leo, they would all tell me that I should be friends with Calla. I wanted to as well, but at the same time, I think I needed time away from her.
Bree looked as if she didn't believe me, but didn't question me as she headed to her room. For whatever reason, there was one person that I wanted to talk to about this with, and that person was Douglas. I know he is still working on his car, but I think I needed a father-son talk.
I walked down into the lab with the intention of speaking to Douglas. As I suspected, he was still working on his car, the same car he had been
"Douglas, can we talk for a moment?" I asked, not expecting him to say yes as he was busily working on his car.
"Is it about this Calla girl publicly humiliating you at school?" Douglas asked, not looking up from his car. He scowled, not liking something. "I should have thought about that first!"
"How did you know?" I asked, generally confused.
"Bree told me," Douglas answered, thinking deeply while he stared at the jumbled mess that was his car. "Do you think I should add smokescreen in the back or the machine guns?"
"Why would you need either of those things?" I asked.
"We're going to be dealing with some nasty customers later, and I want to make sure we are prepared. Of course, I need to get this all approved by the police, which might be a problem since, well, they think I'm dead."
"Forget your high-artillery, weaponized car for a second, please. I want to talk about Calla!"
"I'm listening," Douglas said, not even taking his eyes off the car.
After a slight argument with my father that involved him not paying attention, Douglas finally focused his attention on me. I had his undivided attention, for the time being anyways. "I don't know what I should do with her! I want to stay her friend, but at the same time I don't want to be her friend because of the mess she dragged me into. I really don't want to face her, but at the same time I want to," I confessed, positive I had no idea what I was talking about.
"Well, Chase, the thing with women is that you've got to know which ones suit you. I know you, Chase. You want to just settle down in life, think about marriage, and live a happy life. Not all women are ready to think like that. Calla may be wild, and impulsive in her attitude sometimes, but you two probably think alike, which suits your personality if I do say so myself. The arrogant, self-centered child that thinks he's better than everyone else and the–"
"But I am better than everyone else," I countered. "And how do you know that I think of those things?"
"I created you. Anyways, as much as I would like to think that you two could start over again, I don't know. My personal opinion would be to steer clear and avoid Calla until you are positive you want to be friends with her. I don't necessarily like her, but I don't know her that well. It's up to you."
I thought about Douglas's words. After Calla publicly humiliated me, I felt low, lower than dirt. Laughter was ringing in my heads, and I felt people's mocking stares whenever I walked past them. While I was positive that I would once again by friends with Calla, I was by no means ready for it just yet. I had made a decision; I was cutting Calla off and ignoring her. From now on, she would no longer be considered a friend.
"Thanks, Douglas," I said. "Now if you excuse me, I've got to place a call to Calla."
Douglas shooed me away and went back to working on his car. The car seemed to be finished, but adding in the weapons and spy stuff would take another month or two. Looking at my phone, I saw that I had about thirty new voice messages, twenty-five of which were from Calla. Sighing, I dialed Calla's number and tried to not to scream as the phone number went to voice mail.
"Calla, this is Chase," I began. "I was hoping to reach you in person, but I guess it is better this way. Sorry I haven't gotten back to your calls. It's just that life has been so busy because of my popularity. I heard you saying that you are sorry, and I am too for asking that. I've had time to think now and consider where we stand. Calla, I know that we will be friends again one day, but…" I chocked back a sob. "I don't think that time is now. You were a great friend while it lasted, but I'm no longer interested in being friends right now. Sorry. I'll see you soon. Bye."
I hung the phone up, feeling as if for the first time that I had made the wrong decision. Deciding I had had enough moping around for one day, I headed downstairs and set the mission simulator to level 9. I had some hard bent anger I needed to let out, and what better way to use them on virtual opponents.
Douglas's POV
I stopped working on modifying the car when I heard grunting and noise coming from the other room. Wiping my forehead with a rag, I walked over and stopped in my tracks. Chase was fighting a virtual opponent, and by the looks of it, he was giving it all he got.
Walking up cautiously, I watched as Chase swung his fist in the holographic projector. Sweat was rolling down his suit and he was breathing heavily. "You're not worth my time," Chase seethed, throwing a fist out in the air.
Who was not worth his time? Was he referring to Calla?
"You treat him like he's a hero of some sort, but he isn't one. He's a coward!"
Chase threw an invisible punch.
"I hate that you look up to him. If you knew how hard I was trying, you would buzz off."
Again, Chase threw an invisible punch. His face masked with anger, and I could tell
and I could tell this was his way of cooling off.
Circling around, Chase lunged punch after punch at an invisible opponent. "I don't care what Leo said. There will be no us in the future!"
Chase threw such a sudden punch that I flinched back in surprise. Chase's face masked that of pure rage, rage that I had only seen from Spike. His nose scrunched together in concentration at pummeling his virtual opponent. This was definitely a new side of Chase, one I wasn't sure I completely enjoyed.
"You're a waste of my time."
Punch.
"You don't want me. You never did."
Punch.
"All this time our friendship meant nothing! You were just trying to get to Leo!"
Punch. Punch. Kick.
"It's time to treat you the way you did me."
Back spinning heel kick. Curious as to what level this was, I walked over and went to see what the level the computer was at. My eyes widened in shock as I saw that Chase was training on level 9. No wonder he was tiring himself out!
"You selfless." Punch. "No good." Punch. "Rotten." Punch. "Double-crossing." Kick. "Mephistopheles." Kick.
I watched from the screen as Chase mercilessly beat his helpless, bloodied female opponent. This was not the Chase I had raised. Before Chase could finish his onslaught, I turned off the virtual simulator.
"Turn it back on," Chase demanded with intense, glaring at me. "I want to beat that little p—"
"No!" I shouted, sounder braver than I actually felt. "I will not let you do that to her!"
Chase got out of his fighting position and stared at me incredulously. "It's a virtual, simulatoric opponent. They aren't real."
"Chase, I am extremely proud… and disappointed at you. How did you get to be so strong?" I praised, regretting it the second the question came out of my mouth. I was supposed to be chastising my son, not praising him!
Chase shrugged, not thinking that it was anything. "I've always been this strong. What's the big deal?"
"Talk to Donny about that. Anyways," I walked over and pointed my finger at my son, "I am ashamed! I thought I raised you to be a leader and not let emotions take over in your fighting. But when I saw you beating up that defenseless person, I…" I paused, knowing that these next words could be very painful to both me and Chase. "I guess I was wrong."
Chase stared at me, pressing me to continue. The only problem was I don't know if I could do what I think I was following through on. "I'm heading out for dinner. You had best hope that I'm in a good mood when I return, otherwise, I'm taking you off the team," I announced, dead serious.
With that ominous threat hanging, I headed upstairs, grabbed my cellphone and the keys to my brother's car, and drove to the same bar I had met Jaz at. The same man was at the bar when I walked over and ordered for a Duvel, even though I had no idea what the heck a Duvel was.
I was in the midst of drowning away from anger and frustration with the drink when the door opened and a female asked to sit with me. "Sure," I managed.
"Thanks," the woman said as she sat down. She was a picturesque woman that seemed to be about forty. She had chestnut brown hair with a pinkish hue. Her locks ended about two inches below her shoulders. Her bangs seemed to have fallen into breathtaking baby blue eyes, clear as the sky. A small grin was on her lips despite her eyes, which were puffy red. She had been crying over something. Seeing me out of the corner of her eye, she nodded.
My mouth got caught in my throat. I was generally good at keeping a straight face when it came to women, but with this one, this one I was flabbergasted. I racked my brain for something to say, anything at all just so I didn't look like an idiot. "Yo," I finally said.
Yo! Yo! No body uses the word yo unless the year was the 1940's! It was the 21st century! I was just about ready to apologize for my stupidity when she opened her mouth. "Hi," she said.
Phew! Hi wasn't that much cooler than yo was. I was back in the game! "So, what's your name?" I asked, feeling that that was a safe enough question to ask.
"I'm Taylor. Can I get a Budweiser?" she asked the bartender.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Douglas, Douglas Davenport." After I shook hands with her, I thought of what to say next. It was utterly terrifying. I could build bombs to take over tiny countries, but I can't think of what to say to a woman? Come on, Douglas! "Any siblings?" I asked hesitantly.
"As a matter of fact, yes. I usually only see them around Thanksgiving and Christmas. They are both constantly working and so they usually call to wish my twins happy birthday, but that's about it. I'm married right now to a police officer," she added and showed me her ring. "This is my place I go to when I have a difficult time. What about you?"
"Well, I have an older brother who is a billionaire," I bragged, leaning back against the chair and grabbing the Duvel from the counter. "He's married to this woman named Tasha. I live with them, four teenage boys and one girl," I explained, deciding to leave out the part that most of them were robots.
"Oh, wow! Did you like moving in with your brother?"
"Definitely! One of the kids has his license and the other has a permit."
"Sounds as if your life is exciting," Taylor commented.
"Yeah! Definitely," I stated. "So do you live here?"
After talking with Taylor for over an hour, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. Seeing that it was Leo, I excused myself, thanked her for my time, and after arranging a day to meet her again, I hopped in the car and texted Leo back.
Sorry. Lost track of time. Be there soon.
Ten minutes later, I spotted Leo talking on the phone with someone. When Leo saw me, he hung up and ran over. "So what's up?" Leo asked as he hopped in front.
"Not much. Worked on my car all afternoon, talked with Chase, talked to a woman at the bar, and then picked up you up," I briefed.
"That sounds exactly like the same thing from yesterday," Leo commented.
I scowled. "Oh, be quiet!"
"Where are we eating dinner this time?"
"I'll find something."
XXX
When Leo and I arrived home, a very furious Donny stood in the driveway with his arms crossed. As soon as I saw him, I groaned. I forgot to tell him I was taking the car!
"Leo," Donny stated calmly, his eyes not moving from me, "inside. Now."
Leo got the hint and left.
"Look," I started before my brother could say anything, "before you say anything, I'm sorry. I should have written a note saying I was taking the car."
"I'm not upset about the car. Chase told me you might kick him off the team."
"Oh, right," I said, locking the door to the car. After meeting Taylor, I had completely forgotten.
My dear brother followed me into the house. "Yes that. You cannot kick him off the team I formed. Why would you want to anyways?"
"He lost it today," I explained, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. "Shortly after Chase talked to Callie—"
"Calla," Donny corrected.
"Callie, Calla, whatever. At the moment I just don't care. Anyways, shortly after Chase talked to her, he went into the mission simulator, level 9 I might add, and started to fight. He kept saying these mean, derogatory comments about that Calla girl. I literally thought he was Spike; his face was that angry. I looked at the screen; he was pummeling them."
"That's good, isn't it?"
"He was beating a defenseless, bloodied person! He wanted to hill her! There is a fine line between knowing when to keep going and when to hold back. I did not see that in Chase. He's off the team. Marcus can take his place."
I headed down to the lab, but Donny grabbed my hand. "What do you mean he's off the team? I thought you said he might be kicked off!
"I made up my mind. He's off the team."
"But you can't decide that! You're not the team leader; I am!" Big D announced, pointing to himself for emphasis.
"I'm the father! I have more of a say than you!"
"They think I'm the father!" Big D argued. "They've only known you for two months!"
Needless to say, an argument ensued over who should get a say about Chase's role as Mission Leader. In the end, despite giving great points, Donny won the argument. Chase would have to visit more sporting events as a result. Seeing as how Chase didn't get out enough, we both thought it was a fair idea.
Chase's POV
To be honest, I have absolutely no idea why I found myself in front of the Parker house that afternoon. Mr. Davenport had dropped me off at their place at my request. Using the thermal scanner, I saw that Calla, Jaden, Faith, and Officer Parker were inside eating dinner. Taping a deep breath, I rang the doorbell.
"I'll get it!" a female voice I prayed wasn't Calla called.
When the door opened, I was presently relieved to see that it was Officer Parker. "Hello," I greeted.
"Chase, nice to meet you! Come on in," Officer Parker offered. "We just finished up dinner. Would you care to join us for some desert?"
"I'd love to!" I exclaimed, slowly entering the room. I watched as Jaden pulled up another chair and set it down next to him, leaving me directly across the table from Calla and Faith.
"So is Leo still doing spring track?" Jaden asked as he sat down in his spot.
I nodded. "He is. I don't know why, though seeing as how he did track in the winter. At least he is keeping fit."
Conversation quickly turned over to my school-wide rejection, not that I was surprised. I mean, it was only a week's old gossip, and Jaden was getting as much attention as I was, primarily because would not be at school until April 15. That was just less than a week away. The school had decided to throw a 'Welcome back' party for Calla, something that Jaden was keeping a secret. Eventually dessert was finished and Faith and I offered to clean off the plates.
"Hey, do I know you?" I asked Faith, unable to stop myself from grinning.
"Come on, Chase! Did you get amnesia or something? I'm Faith!"
"Nice to meet you, Faith. I'm Chase Davenport," I greeted, holding my hand out.
"I know that. What game are you playing here?" she asked, nonetheless shaking my hand.
"A game called conversation. Do you have any siblings?"
"A brother named Trevor. He aspires to be in the Olympics and is presently at college."
"What about your parents?"
Looking up from the dish washing duty, Faith asked, "My mom is a veterinarian and my dad is retired." Faith put the clean dish in the dishwasher. "Mom gave me a pet husky as a Christmas present a couple of years ago. Do you have any pets?"
"Not at the moment. We've not talked to Mr. Davenport about that," I confessed.
Faith nodded and asked how Leo was doing. After catching Faith all up to speed about my siblings, telling Faith about Adam's license, and learning that Faith was not working anywhere just yet, we had finished cleaning plates. I followed her to the couch and sat down beside her, eager to continue the conversation and to make Calla frustrated.
"Do you do any sports?"
"Just karate. What about you?"
"Karate, I guess. I'm too busy with school to try out for a team."
Faith nodded and we talked a bit more. As I suspected, she lived in Seaford and was attending Seaford High. What I was not expecting to learn was that her favorite subject was law.
Seeing Calla wheeling over here out of the corner of my eye, I decided to continue talking to Faith to make it seem like I was still busy talking to her. "What's your favorite food? I can't pick a favorite."
"I kind of really like Thai food."
"Thai food is good, I'll give you that much. Can I get your number? If I find one, I'd like to text you," I smoothly flirted.
"Oh, um… okay," Faith decided, taking out and handing me her phone. After we exchanged digits, Calla left.
"Assuming you've done some traveling, where was the last place you've been?" I asked.
"I was at Washington, DC during the Christmas Break. So it's been a while."
"It was a while, but I visited San Francisco," I answered, leaving out the part that the only reason I went there was because of a mission. "What type of music do you like?"
"Rock and I'm guessing you're going to say you like that as well and want to invite me to a rock concert soon," Faith guessed.
"You got me," I confessed.
Faith chuckled for a second. "I figured. So are you a ladies man?"
I scoffed. "Hardly. Girls don't want to seem to come near me. Then again, I guess it's because I'm too shy to approach them."
"Well I never would have guessed with that conversation. You should try what you just did to other girls. Pretty soon, you'll find yourself in a nice relationship."
I shrugged. I didn't know if that was the truth or not. It was possible it was. There was only one way to know: try it out. After talking for another ten minutes about everything Star Wars, I excused myself and went to phone Mr. Davenport. As I suspected, he wanted me home. After agreeing to meet up with him in ten minutes, I thanked Faith for talking to me and I
waited outside for Mr. Davenport to show.
"Hey, Chase," Mr. Davenport greeted roughly ten minutes later. "How was the stay?"
"Great! I had dessert, helped out with the dishes, and I got a girl's phone number!"
"Did you really? Well, wait until Bree hears about this!"
I smiled and settled in shotgun. That night had turned out productive. Things were looking up for me right now.
Adam's POV
In three days, it would be Jessica's and my two-month anniversary. The day after that, Calla would be returning to school for the first time in six months. She had been out since October. There were rumors speculating about a surprise party the day Calla returned. I didn't know how accurate that was, but I wasn't going to voice that, especially since my girlfriend was the one who informed me about that.
According to Bree, Jessica had already chosen her gift for our anniversary. I was trying to figure out what to get her, but was coming up empty each time. The best gift I had thought of was some paper from a store, but that seemed ridiculous. Leo was at a track meet with Douglas and Marcus, and Chase was at Calla's house, leaving Bree and I alone. Bree would probably know what I should get.
"Uh, Bree, can I get your opinion on something?" I asked Bree who was sitting at the kitchen table, working on some homework.
"Sure!" Bree replied cheerfully; she was glad to be away from her school work for just a minute.
"What should I get Jessica for our two-month anniversary?"
"Well you can't go wrong with flowers," Bree noted. "Since Jessica is an optimistic kind of girl, I'd grab some colorful flowers. Ones that bring out her bright personality," Bree supplied.
"Better than mine. I was thinking paper. Thanks, Bree." I left, leaving a confused Bree to ponder what I meant.
Chase's POV
Two more days and Calla would return to school for the first time in six months. Everyone was eagerly anticipating her return, except for me. I had not forgiven her yet for publicly humiliating me in front of the entire school. That was why I was trying to hang out with Calla's cousin, Faith, as much as possible. So far, Faith was keeping my mind off things, Calla primarily.
"Well, two things happened at the meet," Douglas greeted, hanging his coat up. "One, Leo got the best time, and two, Marcus is the owner of a twitter account.
"Awesome!" I exclaimed.
"I heard you went to Calla's house again. Congrats!"
I sighed. Everyone it seemed wanted me to forgive Calla. Every time I walked into a room or they heard I went to Calla's house, they always congratulated me, thinking we had made up. Of course, we haven't. "I didn't talk to Calla. I talked with Calla's cousin, Faith, to make Calla jealous."
And each time they would frown and head into another room. It was the exact same with Douglas. After Douglas had gone down into the lab, I took out my homework and began to type my English essay that I procrastinated on. Shocking, I know. Leo arrived back home fifteen minutes later and hurried upstairs to shower. When I finished, it was eleven o'clock, so I went to bed.
XXX
"Morning, Leo," Bree greeted. "Did you get taller last night?"
I looked up from reading the newspaper to glance at Leo. He seemed to be slightly taller than last night.
"Looks like it," I commented.
"I don't know," Leo admitted. "I know I've put on weight. I'm eating two school lunches a day now."
"You're only supposed to eat one," I pointed out.
Leo shrugged, grabbed a protein bar, and headed upstairs to grab his backpack. After a long, torturous day of school – I haven't liked school since 'the incident' -, I met up with Bree in the parking lot. Tasha was with in the front seat, meaning that Douglas was still working on the car. My guess is he was either adding weaponry or painting the outside of it. Bree was getting some practice driving because in less than one week, Bree would be getting her license. How exciting! I had no doubt that she would easily become a driver in the family soon. Or, so I thought.
I hopped in the back seat and made small talk with Bree. Suddenly, I saw a squirrel run across the street while Bree was making a right hand turn. The squirrel was about to be flattened! "BREE! LOOK OUT!"
Seeing the squirrel, Bree swerved, avoiding the squirrel, and landed on the sidewalk. Unfortunately for her, a child that couldn't have even been ten years old was on the sidewalk. The child's eyes widened for an instant before I couldn't see him anymore, and Bree's car came to an abrupt stop.
"Oh my god!" Bree exclaimed, getting out of the car.
My stomach filled with bile as Bree pulled the child out from under the car. I could not comprehend the horror as I saw the child lay in a pool of his own blood, unmoving. The impact had twisted his body. Blood protruded from his head and chest. I had never seen a more gruesome sight. The world seemed to zone out and I stood frozen in shock as Tasha went off to the side to call an ambulance and Bree knelt down to the child, tears in her eyes.
I don't remember much of what happened after that. I soon found myself home, wondering how on earth I ended up there. Bree was in her room, too depressed to come out for dinner. She had possibly killed a child today. As much as I wanted to scream at Bree for being so careless, I also wanted to assure her that things would turn our all right. I felt pity for Bree as well. She had wanted to drive for months on end, and now her chances were likely ruined by an idiotic squirrel. That is, assuming that the government takes away her permit. Bree would be fined and possibly be put in jail for reckless driving, even though it was the squirrel's fault.
I definitely felt sorry for the child, but did I also feel sad for Bree? She was my sister, the prettiest girl in the word, and she was suffering because of something that wasn't even her fault. It was the squirrel's fault. As much as I knew that my sister was not at fault, why did I feel like screaming at her? If anything, I should be feeling sorry for her. Why were my thoughts, the thoughts that I listened to above anything else, unsure about my feelings?
I rubbed my forehead, the hints of a headache coming on. For the past half hour, I kept having these conflicting emotions. Should I feel sorry for Bree or angry at her for injuring that child? Figuring some fresh air would do me some good, I informed Tasha that I was going on a walk, grabbed my phone and headed out of the house. Pulling out my phone, I dialed Faith's number and waited.
"Hello?" Faith answered on the third ring.
"Hi, Faith. This is Chase. You'll never guess what happened today!"
"What?"
I talked with Faith about Bree hitting a defenseless child, and I talked to her about my conflicting emotions that I had for Bree. In turn, she expressed her concerns and she helped me figure out that I was more likely feeling sorry for Bree than angry at her.
After making plans to hang out together over the summer, I bade goodbye to Faith and headed back home. When I returned, I was surprised to find out that Marcus on a computer. I was equally surprised to find that Douglas was watching TV.
I grabbed a Coke and was just about to take a sip when Marcus said, "Hey, Chase. I think I'm in love."
I set my coke down on the counter. "What do you mean?"
"I mean there's this girl on Twitter named Faith that I'm talking with and I feel so special whenever she messages me," Marcus explained.
"May I see?" I found myself saying. There was a small voice in the back of my head that said either Marcus or I was being played.
Marcus nodded and showed me the computer. I stared at the screen in shock. The pen name, LordRothschild, wasn't what surprised me, although that was an interesting pen name. It was the picture. I recognized Faith in the picture and my blood froze ice cold. Faith was flirting with Marcus on Twitter?
"I see," I mumbled, heading upstairs. I was bent to call Faith and figure this out for myself. Whipping out my phone, I called her again. Again, she answered on the third ring.
"Hello?" she said.
"How could you? You're flirting with Marcus on twitter?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Faith answered, sounding generally confused. "Who's Marcus?"
"Your pen name, LordRothschild, has a picture of you on it," I explained, feeling that I was on a roll.
"That's not my twitter pen name. It's FaithSkywalker," she answered.
"So if you're not LordRothschild, then who is?" I asked.
I heard Faith shrug on the other end. After I thanked her, I hung up. Was someone cat-fishing Marcus on twitter?
Adam's POV
I readjusted my tie for what had to be the fourth time in thirty seconds. If I was this nervous with our two month anniversary, how nervous would I be down the road?
"Hi, Adam. You look nice," Jessica complimented as she closed the door behind her.
"You as well," I greeted, holding out my hand.
Jessica took it and I led her into the car. In the front seat, Mr. Davenport held the keys to the car and Bree was riding shotgun. Ever since the accident when Bree ran over a child, she was afraid to even try to drive, so Mr. Davenport was driving. Bree was getting some practice driving because in less than one week, Bree would be getting her license. How exciting! I had no doubt that she would easily become a driver in the family soon. Or so I thought.
"Before you ask, no. Bree and I are not going to be sitting with you at the restaurant," Mr. Davenport assured, looking at Jessica in the rear view mirror.
Jessica felt somewhat relived at that thought and leaned back against the seat. The two of us were eagerly awaiting our arrival. So long as we avoided Mr. Davenport's and Bree's gaze, our anniversary would go fine. And it did.
Bree stopped in front of our restaurant and hopped out of the car. While Mr. Davenport, Bree, and Jessica entered the restaurant, I grabbed the flowers from the glove compartment and headed into the restaurant.
"Your lovely girlfriend is over by the window," a waitress informed and pointed to Jessica.
I thanked the waitress and headed over to the window. It seemed as if each step I took towards her, the prettier she became. The window shone a light across Jessica's flaxen hair, and when she turned to smile at me, my world seemed to melt as euphonious waves of orchestrated music started playing in my mind. Jessica was beautiful. What on earth did I do to deserve someone like her?
Walking over to my lovely girlfriend, I touched her to make sure she was real and not a figment of my imagination. I smiled; she smiled. It was as someone had pressed a pause button on two separate lives. Without a single thought of hesitation, I kissed her in greeting. Who cares what I did to deserve someone like Jessica? All that matters is that I had her, and it was going to take a lot to make her leave me.
"I got you some flowers for our two-month anniversary," I stated, handing the flowers over to Jessica. "I'm sorry if they aren't the best. I'll get something better for our next anniversary," I promised, not wanting to tell her that I had no idea what I was getting her to begin with.
"It's fine. I'm also giving you something better for our next anniversary. In the meantime," -Jessica grabbed a wrapped up gift from her purchase and handed it to me- "I got you this."
Opening the gift, I smiled when I saw that it was a picture of us taken about six months ago. Jessica must have had someone take it while we were dancing. Jessica had obviously put a lot of thought into this gift, unlike me who had to ask Bree what I should get Jessica. I would have loved anything she gave me, even if it was something as simple as a bracelet.
The two of us spent most of dinner talking about Calla's upcoming return to school on April 15 and whether or not we were going to skip school later in the year. It all depended on our schedules. Unfortunately for me, mine was unpredictable. I knew sooner or later that I would have to come clean and tell Jessica about the missions that I went on, but I wasn't 100% ready to tell her yet. Besides, Mr. Davenport would likely throw a fit if he heard that I told Jessica about my bionic abilities and our missions. I think it was very possible that Jessica and I would have talked all night had it not been for Mr. Davenport telling us that it was time to head home.
Bree drove us to Jessica's house and I waved as Jessica headed inside her home. Looking at me out of her rear view mirror, Bree teased, "Someone's in love now, aren't they?"
Looking back at the door that Jessica had entered, I smiled. If someone had told me Jessica would be my first love, I would have chalked it up as nonsense. However, right now, I was sure of it. I was undoubtedly head-over-heels in love with a congenial girl named Jessica.
"Yeah, I am," I finally answered. Turning my attention to the driver, I laid back in my seat, lost completely to reality as I thought about Jessica, my first love.
A/N: Well, that was a rather sappy way to end it. Jessam FTW! The Jessam relationship will definitely continue to grow. I have some huge events planned out for Jessam later in the season so watch out. After some thinking, I've decided I don't want to do Parallel Universe just yet. Instead, I will be doing Missing the Mission. More likely than not, the next chapter will be up sometime in December. Leave your reviews, good or bad, and I will hear from you soon. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!