Sitting on the plane listening to the annoying chatter from her fellow classmates, Chloe wondered how she got herself stuck there. She could have gone back with the Blacks but instead she took Mimi's ticket. She couldn't face Brady, not after last night. She had seen the pain in his eyes but had a hard time feeling sorry for him. HE was the one who kissed her; he was the one who tried to change things between them. Why couldn't he just leave them alone, let them remain "comfortable." She sighed and looked out the window, trying to leave the memories of last night behind.

Brady was seated on the Black jet (why does John have one btw? Not like he has a company yet) half-heartily listening to Belle and Mimi drown on about their island adventures. He tried to fake a smile for Belle's sake but he knew he wasn't fooling his father. Brady was glad Chloe decided not to come back with them, it would have been too hard to see her after the way she rejected him last night. She had turned and walked away, acting like nothing had happened. But something DID happen. He had opened up to her and allowed her to see inside him, something he wasn't comfortable doing. He should have listened to his brain instead of his heart. By not doing so he got himself hurt.

Mimi: So Brady…. I know this is going to be hard for you to take, but I found someone else (she said, gently wrapping her arms in his) I hope you understand, but you are just a little, well a little too old for me.

Brady: (had been staring out the window snapped back to reality) Huh? What? Oh, well Meems its is going to be hard but I think I can get over you (he said giving her his best attempt at a half smile)

Mimi: Great (she said hugging him a little tighter and whispering in his ear) I know you will find someone else.

Brady thought to himself, I already have but I lost her before I even got her.

John had been listening in on the conversation pulled Brady aside

John: Son, tell me what is going on with you and Chloe. I know there is something you aren't telling me and I want to know now, and that's a fact!

Brady: (avoiding eye contact) Dad, don't be ridiculous, she is just a kid. I only hung out with her this summer because I felt sorry that all her friends were gone (yeah Brady, keep telling yourself that-he thought)

John: (looked at him with his eyebrow raised) Sure son, whatever you say…(evil grin)



The plane landed and Chloe had never been so happy to get out of somewhere in her entire life. "How do I put up with these people all year" she whispered under her breath. She immediately escaped home to a long, hot shower, hoping she could wash away the memories plaguing her mind.

Everyone in the Black jet decided to have a get together at the Brady Pub. Belle had called Chloe but no one answered. Brady offered to go pick her up so that Belle and Shawn could spend some "quality" time together.

He headed over to her house. Brady had a million thoughts running through his mind. "What was he going to say to her? He didn't want to lose her friendship, Oh God he didn't want to lose that. The best thing to do was to explain how it was all a mistake and the romantic moonlit fire on the beach had made them both subjects to the atmosphere, doing things they didn't mean to. Yeah, that was it…he will explain that he didn't know what he was doing" (even though he was fully aware of what he had been doing last night)

He approached her door and rang the bell. No one answered yet the door was open a crack. He cautiously opened the door to find all her stuff thrown inside.

Brady: Chloe? Chloe? Anyone home?

No one answered so he figured something must have happened. The door was left open after all. Perhaps someone had come to hurt her, he had to go see.

He crept quietly up the stairs to her room. He opened the door but she wasn't there but was caught off guard at a certain object in her room. It was a picture of Belle and him before the Last Blast. He moved closer toward the photo with his back facing the door and picked it up to study. "Why would she have a picture with him in it? She had plenty of other photos to choose from that she could frame and put on her bedside without him in it, was this perhaps a sign…

Chloe: BRADY!! What are you doing in my room? (An exasperated Chloe asked standing I her doorway with just a small white towel between them)