"I had fun tonight." VJ spoke quietly. It was just gone ten and they'd just arrived back at Cece's.
Cece nodded. "Me too." She smiled at him before continuing, "We should do it again sometime."
VJ raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Cece paused. "I mean only if you wanted to."
"I do." VJ said instantly. "I really do."
"Cool."
"Cool." VJ agreed. Cece pursued her lips softly.
"Well I better get home, mum's probably freaking out. As usual."
Cece giggled softly. "Yeah."
"Well…um…goodnight."
Cece pressed a small kiss to his cheek. "Goodnight Vj."
Vj couldn't wipe the grin off of his face afterwards as he made his way away from the door. Cece watched as he left before turning around and locking the front door behind her. Smiling softly to herself as she began to get ready for bed.
"Anything interesting?" Kyle asked as he hopped into the bed beside Phoebe. Phoebe was clicking through her emails.
"Actually…there's a gig in Perth this weekend that I think I should take."
Kyle nodded as he leant over to read the email. "Sounds good."
Phoebe nodded. "Yeah it doesn't look too bad. Are you working this weekend?"
Kyle grinned at her. "I'm sure I could work something out."
"So you'll come?" Phoebe shut her laptop, placing it on her bedside table.
Kyle was going to make up for the mistake he made on the weekend, even if Phoebe would never know what he was trying to make up for. "Yeah. Sounds good."
Phoebe grinned as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Love you."
"Love you too." He whispered before pressing a kiss to her lips.
"Are you sure, you'll be alright?" Kyle questioned Ricky for what felt like the hundredth time.
"Yes. Kyle we'll be fine. Now give me my son and go have a nice time away." It was Thursday, the day Kyle and Phoebe were leaving for Phoebe's gig and Kyle was slightly cautious about leaving Ricky by herself with Casey. Aware that she hadn't spent many nights without him being on standby in case it all got too much for her.
"Yeah. Alright. Little dude, you gotta look after your mum for me, yeah? Make sure she doesn't get into too much trouble." Kyle spoke to his nephew.
"Hey. Hey." Cece knocked on the doorframe. "Hey Ricky."
Kyle waved at her from his position on the floor.
"I just wanted to see if you wanted to get lunch? I went to restraunat but they said you haven't been in all day."
"Ah actually," Kyle was cut off by Phoebe who finally entered the living room with her bag and guitar in tow.
"Are you ready? If we want to miss the traffic we should head soon. Hey Cece."
"Phoebe." Cece glanced at Phoebe and the bags in the living room. "Where are you guys going?"
"Perth. Phoebe's got a gig." Kyle told her, standing up.
"Right."
Kyle passed Casey back to Ricky. "But we can do lunch when I get back, yeah?"
Cece nodded. "Of course."
Kyle grinned. "Alright we better head off. Bye Rick. Case. See ya Luce." He squeezed her shoulder as he grabbed his bag.
"Good luck." Ricky smiled at Phoebe as she followed after her boyfriend.
Once they were gone Ricky glanced at Cece, who was clearly disappointed. "Shouldn't you be at school?"
"It's lunch. And I hadn't seen Kyle much this week so I thought we could grab something to eat but obviously not." Cece shrugged.
"Well I can't say it's the same but you're welcome to hang out with me and Case?" Ricky lifted her son up slightly.
Cece smiled, gratefully at the woman but shook her head. "As lovely as that sounds, I should probably grab something from the diner and head back to school."
Ricky nodded. "It's okay. I might see you tomorrow? If not, good luck and don't let Andy push you around too much."
The next day was the first day of Cece's placement with the gym. "I won't." Cece chuckled softly.
After Cece left Ricky stroked her sons cheek as he babbled quietly too himself. He reminded her so much of Brax, so much of the man she loved more than anyone and for a while she'd resented her precious baby boy for that. But now? Now, he was constant reminder of the love she shared with Brax, a memory she would treasure forever.
"James. I'm sure she's just going through a faze. She's a teenage girl, give it a few months and she'll be back to her usual self. I wouldn't worry, alright?" Irene spoke to the man through the phone.
Cece was sitting on the other side of the counter, waiting patiently for Irene to finish up her phone call.
"Right-O darl. Give Oliva, my love." Irene spoke again before hanging up.
"Who's James? And Olivia?" Cece bit into the sandwich in front of her.
"Olivia's the daughter of a foster daughter that I had years ago, Chloe. Chloe passed away years ago and Oliva lives with her uncle James over in London now." Irene explained to the blonde. It'd been many years since she's seen the girl she was speaking of.
"Oh is Chloe the woman in the photo frame on the shelf, by the stairs?"
Irene shook her head, "She was in the white frame, until someone broke it." Irene motioned to the kitchen, where Chris was humming happily as he prepared a salad. He'd broken the photo frame when he was playing with a Frisbee in the house (something Irene had specifically told him not to do.)
"Anyway girlie, you'd better get back to school." Cece groaned at the thought of heading back to double maths. "I guess I should…unless you need any help here?"
Irene shook her head firmly. "Nope. Off you go." She pointed towards the door. "Have a good afternoon."
"You too." Cece called back as she dragged herself out of the cafe.
"What are you looking at?" Phoebe strained her neck to look behind her, trying to notice whatever it was that had Kyle's attention.
"That woman, with the short hair." Kyle spoke quietly, squinting as he continued to watch the waitress.
"Is there something I should know?" Phoebe joked lightly.
Yes. Kyle thought, but pushed the reminder of his mistake to the back of his head as he shook his head. "No, I just…where have I seen her before?"
Phoebe shrugged. "Well you've never been to Perth, so probably no-where."
Kyle nodded. "Yeah, you're right I guess."
"Usually am." Phoebe smirked, "Now, are we ordering dessert?"
Kyle reached for the menu, "Yeah, may as well. Do you want to head to a bar after this or back to the room?" The restraunat they were eating at was below their hotel, the couple deciding not to explore too much until after they'd eaten.
"I'm actually a bit tired, maybe we could just go watch some tv or something?"
"Oh, so you're into Netflix and chill?" Kyle smirked at his own joke.
Phoebe didn't seem as amused. "If you keep talking like a twelve year old, you won't get to 'Chill' with me," She leaned over the table slightly. "All weekend."
She grinned as Kyle quickly held his hands up defencelessly, choosing to remain silent. Phoebe waved at the waitress from before, catching her attention.
"How was everything?" The brunette woman smiled as she approached the pair.
"Good. Company was kind of rubbish though." Phoebe grinned across the table.
The woman laughed lightly, "Well perhaps he could buy you dessert to make up for it?"
Phoebe nodded very forcefully. "Yes. Good idea. I'll get a salted caramel crème brulee thankyou."
"And for you sir?" She raised an eyebrow at Kyle.
"The tiramisu thanks." Kyle shut the menu.
"Sure thing." She wrote the two desserts on a note pad before glancing back at Kyle who was now looking at her oddly. "Is there anything else I can get you?"
Kyle paused for second before nodding, "Actually there is something. Have we met before?"
Now that he mentioned it, he did look faintly familiar. "Have you ever been here before?"
Kyle shook his head. "Have you ever lived in Melbourne or…"
She cut him off, "Nope. I'm WA born and bred. Sorry." Kyle nodded. "Guess we can't have ever met then."
"Guess not." Her tone was quite short, not quite as friendly as it'd been when she was taking their order. "I'll go place your orders."
As she walked away she couldn't help but overhear the woman sitting at the table say, "Kyle. She's not from Melbourne. And if she were from Summer Bay, we'd know her. The town is literally that small."
"Oh my god." She whispered to herself as her blue eyes widened. She waited until she was safely standing behind the counter to take a better look at the couple. Panic rised rapidly inside her when she suddenly realised where she recognised the two from. They'd been in the photos.
She reached for her phone, quickly dialling. "Don't come in. Do not come in to work. Alright. I'll explain later." She said as soon as the person on the other side answered.
"I'll cover for you. It's important." She told him.
"Have those people, at table eleven paid yet?" She asked Jess, one of the other waitresses.
Jess nodded. "Yeah, I'm just fixing up their bill now." She tapped the check folder.
"I'll do it." Jess chuckled lightly at her friend's eagerness. "Alright. It's on cheque. Have fun."
As Jess headed off to wait more tables the brunette woman opened up the folder, running a hand through her hair as she read the name on the credit card: Kyle Braxton. She knew it.
This was bad.
Who do you think the woman is?