I don't own the characters or the show

I don't own the characters or the show.

--Chapter 14.

I followed Carey outside till we reached the end of the large driveway filled with cars. The look I had seen Clu giving really freaked me out, I had seen it just for a second, but I did see it. Just like how Carey's look gave me the emotion that tug on my heart strings; Clu's look gave me the emotion of a thousand sirens and warnings going off. There was something seriously wrong; something was going to happen, I was positive about that. But I just kept on walking with Carey, not wanting to scare him. Plus why would he believe me?

"We heard from his lawyer earlier today." I guess Carey now has a thing for starting a conversation out of nowhere.

"What did he say?"

"Well she said, his court date has been set for 3 weeks from yesterday. And must likely a 90% chance he will not get jail time." He didn't sound very happy.

"That's great. Isn't it?"

"Yeah, but it means he'll be my reasonability for longer than I care to imagine."

"I hadn't thought of it like that." I look down at the dirt ground and start to kick pebbles around, dust rising to the sky. Carey sits himself on a front bumper on the car closet to him. He's lucky no car alarms went buzzing off. I continue to play a simple game of rock soccer, just trying to get my mind off of everything. I wonder if my mom has noticed that I haven't been making the rounds to say hey to everyone? I doubt it. At events like this everyone wants to talk and associate with a famous musician. She claims not to like the fuss, but the look of pure joy and happiness tells me the truth. Why wouldn't she like it? Music is her life, her gift to the world; she should live for sharing it anyone and everyone.

My thoughts are quickly interrupted by a familiar, but at the same time unfamiliar sound of Carey crying. He wasn't just crying he was sobbing his body heaving almost as if he were going hyperventilate. He was holding his head in his arms, his elbows resting on his knees. I run over to him and gently put my arm around his back and just hold him. I wasn't going to tell him to hush or to calm down. No he needed to let this out and I was doing to let him do just that.

Carey continued crying for a while, but his sobs were decreasing in strength. After what I would estimate to be five minutes the sound stopped all together. He lifted his head up and whipped his red shot eyes and his nose while he was at it.

"Oh God I'm so embarrassed." Carey said, his eyes carefully avoiding mine.

"Are you alright?" What else was I suppose to say?

"Yeah I think so. Just embarrassed now."

"Don't be Carey, don't be." Finally he looks up at me and smiles.

"Fiona Phillips what would I do without you?" I laugh and playful swat him on the back of the head. I'm glad mom made me come tonight. Glad I was here for Carey.