Philip wanted to rip that bastard Brady Black to shreds. How dare he go after my girl? He thought. Chloe's my girl, and everyone knows it. Then his father walked in.
"So did you have a good time at the dance, son?" Victor asked.
"No," Philip replied angrily, scowling. "That nephew of mine Brady tried to steal my girl!"
"Brady tried to steal Chloe from you?" Victor repeated.
"Yeah. Everyone knows that Chloe's taken; why does everyone want to snatch her away from me?"
"Philip, slow down. Why do you think that Brady tried to steal Chloe from you?"
"Because, Dad. After she ran out, Brady followed her and ended up driving her home. I hope he crashed on his way back to the penthouse."
Victor noticed his son's hateful feelings towards Brady, but he dismissed them for the satisfaction of having Philip and Chloe broken apart.
"Son, would you like to be alone?" Victor asked, just to be safe.
"Yeah, sure," Philip said, grabbing a pillow. With that, Victor Kiriakis walked down to his parlor and pulled out his cell phone.
Brady answered his phone quickly; it tended to get on his nerves very easily.
"Hello, Brady? This is you grandfather," Victor said on the other line.
"Hi, Grandpa," Brady greeted.
"I heard from Philip that you went after Chloe after she...left...and that you drove her home. And he didn't see her at all during this time?"
"Yeah, I kept them seperated."
"You said earlier that a horrible injustice had been done. What horrible injustice was that, exactly?"
"A girl that hates Chloe, Jan, broadcast Chloe naked on this huge projector screen at the dance."
"What?" Victor was in disbelief.
"She must have put a camera in the showers of the school, I geuss."
"Oh, I hope that Philip doesn't geuss that. I hope he breaks up with that little wench."
"She's not a wench. And I don't think that Philip will be the one breaking up with her..." Brady tempted his grandfather to geuss what would happen.
"Did she say that she's going to dump Philip?"
"That's what my sister said...that Chloe said. Chloe also seemed glad that Philip wasn't the one driving her home, or the one who came after her at the dance. Belle said that Chloe sounded giddy when she said she was gonna break up with Phil."
"Well, I don't like the girl, but we're alike in this. I'm about to start dancing a jig. I'll speak with you later, Brady." Victor hung up, and Brady hung up.
Suddenly, Brady got a strange urge to go and see Chloe. He thought about it for a second, but decided that sleep was more important at the moment. He hobbled up the stairs for a trip to dreamland.
I have to go see Brady, Chloe thought in the middle of a commercial. Whoa, where did that come from? She shook the whim off and set her mind back onto the comfort of late-night talk shows.
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Chloe woke up on the couch to the phone ringing incessantly. She snatched it up from its cradle and said hello.
"Chloe?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you. And you're welcome."
"For what? Who is this?"
"For calling me sweet and helpful, although you're very misguided on both accounts."
"O-kay...and why are you welcome?"
"Because you thanked me. Many, many times. Little diva, you are welcome."
"Brady, you're giving me a headache."
"So? What else is new?"
Chloe chuckled, and Brady smiled on the other end of the line.
"Can I see you later today?" Brady asked.
"Why?"
"I don't know," Brady answered truthfully. He had no idea why he wanted to see her, but he did.
"Um...okay. I have nothing else to do today, might as well make you feel good by letting you diss my singing."
"Oh, happy happy joy joy. That's always my favorite hobby. Meet you at DotCom at 2:00?"
"A.M. or P.M.?"
"P.M. I'd rather you not transform into a werewolf under the full moon on your way there."
"Not amusing, Brady. See you later."
"Ditto. Carpe Diem!" Brady exclaimed before Chloe hung up. Chloe set down the reciever carefully, shaking her head in mild confusion. Brady was strange, this she knew. This everyone knew. But she was the only one who was going to meet up with someone who said "seize the day" instead of "goodbye" or "see you later."
Brady laughed at his spontaneous good-bye and glanced at the clock. It was 3 hours until 2 P.M. Lucky him - plenty of time to get ready.
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