Chloe woke up with a headache, and a shirt that wasn't hers. Looking around she realized she was in a bed that wasn't hers either, the room seriously lacked her feminine touch, and she was quite positive that HER room had no basketball hoop hanging on the door. As a matter of fact, she would be willing to bet her life that she didn't normally spend the night with someone of the opposite sex. Things were, quite obviously, not right. The smart thing to do now, it seemed, would be to find out exactly who was sleeping beside her. She sat up and quickly eyed her surroundings suspiciously. Considering how oddly familiar the room was beginning to look, she decided to take a glance at the guy still sleeping beside her. She bit her lip, and suddenly her companion was awakened by an earsplitting, "HOLY SHIT!!!!"
In a matter of the 2 seconds it took to yell 'holy shit' he was completely awake from his not-so-dreamless sleep with an equally loud cry of, "Holy God!! What the hell?!"
Chloe looked sheepishly at her mate and covered her mouth. "Oh sorry Brady, I didn't recognize you there for a minute."
"That's perfectly all right Chloe," Brady said sitting up and catching his breath. "Scared the hell out of me though."
Suddenly things became clear to Chloe. Going by the fact that she was wearing his shirt, and that she woke up beside him, she and Brady had obviously had sex the night before, and just knowing that was making her grin. Her headache now forgotten, she edged closer to him and ran her hand through his hair. She found a spot on the base of his neck, and tenderly kissed it. Slowly she slid beside behind him without a word and started concentrating on his shoulders. She rubbed them up and down, kissed them, all the while in a state of unnatural bliss.
Brady let out the smallest of moans and opened his eyes. Somehow, he felt some sort of...eh...obligation to do the right thing. He cursed himself for having a conscience, and let himself enjoy 3 more seconds of Chloe before his idiot conscience kicked in. "Um, Chlo? Not that I'm complaining, but what exactly are you doing?"
"I figure I should at least be able to remember some of the best night of my life, right?" Chloe traced a path leading from shoulder to shoulder with her finger, and sealed every step of it with a kiss, while letting the nails on her other hand gently trail up and down along his side.
"Well, I guess that's one way to get over a hangover...eh...what do YOU think happened last night?"
Chloe stopped immediately and realized that she didn't have the slightest clue. "Um, I don't remember, but I kinda figured...well I kinda figured...yeah..." She trailed off embarrassed, and dropped her hands.
"And THAT would be the best night of your life, huh?"
Chloe felt her face get hot, and she knew she was blushing like crazy. She thanked the Lord she was facing his back, and put on her best laugh. "Riiiight, get over yourself for once Brady."
"Ok sorry, but are you honestly telling me you don't remember what you put me through last night, Lane?"
Chloe's face fell, what had she done? "No, what?"
"It was hell to get you in bed Chloe. You point blank refused to sleep in Belle's room; you wouldn't let me sleep on the couch, on the floor or anywhere else for that matter. You wanted me to sleep in my bed, and you wanted to sleep there too."
Chloe grinned. "Did I? Wow, I'm fun when I'm drunk, huh?"
"Fun? Right, it was 3:00 in the morning when I finally convinced you to wear my shirt to bed. You went right to sleep as soon as your head hit the pillow...of course that was at 4:20.
"Why were you so intent on getting me in your shirt anyway? Ya think it's sexy?"
"No, I was trying to get you in A shirt, you didn't want to wear anything. I figured if we were going to 'sleep together' you should wear something or else I might..." Brady trailed off and scratched his head. He had come so close to finishing that sentence it scared him.
"What did you tell my parents to keep them from killing you?"
"Told em you were sleeping over with Belle, because you were too tired to go home."
"And, while we're covering everything I can't remember, what happened about Lindsay?"
"What exactly do you want to know?"
"Don't be a jerk, I want to know what happened when you kissed her," Chloe said holding her breath and just hoping.
"Well nothing actually. And SHE kissed me, I wasn't involved in it, except like the song says, that awkward kiss would keep her away."
"I think you're lying, something happened."
"I told her I wasn't interested and that it didn't matter what she did, it wouldn't change anything that happened before. So she left...she was pretty damn pissed off though, she was positive that she was going home with me."
Chloe let out her breath slowly. She couldn't have hoped for better. "Oh," she said simply.
"Um, hey Chloe, I don't know how appropriate this is considering the situation, but you wanna see a movie or get dinner sometime...like tonight if that works for you..."
Chloe covered her mouth and gasped. "Oh my God, Brady you're asking me out aren't you?" She jumped off the bed and landed in front of where Brady sat. "Ha! You asked me out, you wanna date me!"
"Date you? Right Lane, and ya'know what? My offer is now, officially, off the table."
Chloe stopped waving her arms in a victory dance and dropped them by her sides. "Off the table? For good?"
"Ha! I was right, you DO wanna go out with me!" Brady turned around, grinning wildly, and began HIS victory dance.
Chloe scrunched up her nose, she hated being tricked. She ran straight at him, and jumped on his back, pummeling him with punches. "Brady Black, you are one mean little..."
"Ok, ok stop it, that hurts!" He said even though it was smiling and laughing. "All right, I'm sorry, ok?"
Chloe fell from his back and snorted. "Sorry? That's it?" Brady nodded. "You don't have anything to ask me now??"
"Ask you...?"
Chloe squinted her eyes and prepared herself for another attack. "You have 5 more seconds to make everything right, and I'm counting now."
"Right...soooooo ya wanna go see a movie with me or something tonight?"
Chloe grinned and slapped him across the chest just for the fun of it. "Of course I will."
They spent every second they could together for the next 2 glorious months. By the end of the first week together they had quite possibly gone every where there is to go in Salem together. It was bliss, but it had a constant shadow looming over it, at least the way Chloe saw it, Brady enjoyed the Shadow's company. It wasn't that Chloe didn't like Blair, (the Shadow as she was called in her mind and under her breath) she liked her a lot, but jealously can be hard to handle. She was always calling them when they were out together, and Chloe found herself waiting in the car while Brady was inside with The Shadow a lot. A day together rarely went uninterrupted by Blair. Brady never seemed to mind seeing her, she was afterall, his 'former' Best friend.
"I'm just going to check my messages from here ok?" Brady yelled up Chloe's stairs as she put on her finishing touches.
"No, Brady don't," Chloe whined stumbling down the stairs. "We'll be late."
"We will not, I'll check them right now, I probably don't even have any."
"Nooooo, Brady, she'll have a message on there, you know she will..."
"Come on Chlo, please?"
Chloe sighed and mentally prepared for a night at home alone, while Brady went to save Blair from whatever crisis was new this week. "Fine, go ahead."
There was a long pause as Brady dialed his number and listened to his messages. Chloe could read him perfectly when he came to 'that message'. She didn't even wait until he was done; she just took off her coat, and began making her way upstairs.
"Chloe, where ya goin'? Put your coat back on, or we WILL be late."
Chloe looked at him skeptically, and tried not to smile at the pleasant surprise. "But that was Blair wasn't it? She wants you to come over doesn't she?"
"She does, but tomorrow night, and both of us. She's throwing a going away party for herself."
"Going away?" Chloe said, trying and failing miserably to conceal her grin.
Brady couldn't help smiling at his girlfriend's joy. "Yeah she's leaving this week, I coulda' sworn I told you that...anyway don't look so relieved, she liked you, what can I say?" Brady said shrugging and walking out side.
"Well no matter how much she likes me, she likes you a whole hell of a lot better," Chloe mumbled to her door as she shut it.
In a matter of the 2 seconds it took to yell 'holy shit' he was completely awake from his not-so-dreamless sleep with an equally loud cry of, "Holy God!! What the hell?!"
Chloe looked sheepishly at her mate and covered her mouth. "Oh sorry Brady, I didn't recognize you there for a minute."
"That's perfectly all right Chloe," Brady said sitting up and catching his breath. "Scared the hell out of me though."
Suddenly things became clear to Chloe. Going by the fact that she was wearing his shirt, and that she woke up beside him, she and Brady had obviously had sex the night before, and just knowing that was making her grin. Her headache now forgotten, she edged closer to him and ran her hand through his hair. She found a spot on the base of his neck, and tenderly kissed it. Slowly she slid beside behind him without a word and started concentrating on his shoulders. She rubbed them up and down, kissed them, all the while in a state of unnatural bliss.
Brady let out the smallest of moans and opened his eyes. Somehow, he felt some sort of...eh...obligation to do the right thing. He cursed himself for having a conscience, and let himself enjoy 3 more seconds of Chloe before his idiot conscience kicked in. "Um, Chlo? Not that I'm complaining, but what exactly are you doing?"
"I figure I should at least be able to remember some of the best night of my life, right?" Chloe traced a path leading from shoulder to shoulder with her finger, and sealed every step of it with a kiss, while letting the nails on her other hand gently trail up and down along his side.
"Well, I guess that's one way to get over a hangover...eh...what do YOU think happened last night?"
Chloe stopped immediately and realized that she didn't have the slightest clue. "Um, I don't remember, but I kinda figured...well I kinda figured...yeah..." She trailed off embarrassed, and dropped her hands.
"And THAT would be the best night of your life, huh?"
Chloe felt her face get hot, and she knew she was blushing like crazy. She thanked the Lord she was facing his back, and put on her best laugh. "Riiiight, get over yourself for once Brady."
"Ok sorry, but are you honestly telling me you don't remember what you put me through last night, Lane?"
Chloe's face fell, what had she done? "No, what?"
"It was hell to get you in bed Chloe. You point blank refused to sleep in Belle's room; you wouldn't let me sleep on the couch, on the floor or anywhere else for that matter. You wanted me to sleep in my bed, and you wanted to sleep there too."
Chloe grinned. "Did I? Wow, I'm fun when I'm drunk, huh?"
"Fun? Right, it was 3:00 in the morning when I finally convinced you to wear my shirt to bed. You went right to sleep as soon as your head hit the pillow...of course that was at 4:20.
"Why were you so intent on getting me in your shirt anyway? Ya think it's sexy?"
"No, I was trying to get you in A shirt, you didn't want to wear anything. I figured if we were going to 'sleep together' you should wear something or else I might..." Brady trailed off and scratched his head. He had come so close to finishing that sentence it scared him.
"What did you tell my parents to keep them from killing you?"
"Told em you were sleeping over with Belle, because you were too tired to go home."
"And, while we're covering everything I can't remember, what happened about Lindsay?"
"What exactly do you want to know?"
"Don't be a jerk, I want to know what happened when you kissed her," Chloe said holding her breath and just hoping.
"Well nothing actually. And SHE kissed me, I wasn't involved in it, except like the song says, that awkward kiss would keep her away."
"I think you're lying, something happened."
"I told her I wasn't interested and that it didn't matter what she did, it wouldn't change anything that happened before. So she left...she was pretty damn pissed off though, she was positive that she was going home with me."
Chloe let out her breath slowly. She couldn't have hoped for better. "Oh," she said simply.
"Um, hey Chloe, I don't know how appropriate this is considering the situation, but you wanna see a movie or get dinner sometime...like tonight if that works for you..."
Chloe covered her mouth and gasped. "Oh my God, Brady you're asking me out aren't you?" She jumped off the bed and landed in front of where Brady sat. "Ha! You asked me out, you wanna date me!"
"Date you? Right Lane, and ya'know what? My offer is now, officially, off the table."
Chloe stopped waving her arms in a victory dance and dropped them by her sides. "Off the table? For good?"
"Ha! I was right, you DO wanna go out with me!" Brady turned around, grinning wildly, and began HIS victory dance.
Chloe scrunched up her nose, she hated being tricked. She ran straight at him, and jumped on his back, pummeling him with punches. "Brady Black, you are one mean little..."
"Ok, ok stop it, that hurts!" He said even though it was smiling and laughing. "All right, I'm sorry, ok?"
Chloe fell from his back and snorted. "Sorry? That's it?" Brady nodded. "You don't have anything to ask me now??"
"Ask you...?"
Chloe squinted her eyes and prepared herself for another attack. "You have 5 more seconds to make everything right, and I'm counting now."
"Right...soooooo ya wanna go see a movie with me or something tonight?"
Chloe grinned and slapped him across the chest just for the fun of it. "Of course I will."
They spent every second they could together for the next 2 glorious months. By the end of the first week together they had quite possibly gone every where there is to go in Salem together. It was bliss, but it had a constant shadow looming over it, at least the way Chloe saw it, Brady enjoyed the Shadow's company. It wasn't that Chloe didn't like Blair, (the Shadow as she was called in her mind and under her breath) she liked her a lot, but jealously can be hard to handle. She was always calling them when they were out together, and Chloe found herself waiting in the car while Brady was inside with The Shadow a lot. A day together rarely went uninterrupted by Blair. Brady never seemed to mind seeing her, she was afterall, his 'former' Best friend.
"I'm just going to check my messages from here ok?" Brady yelled up Chloe's stairs as she put on her finishing touches.
"No, Brady don't," Chloe whined stumbling down the stairs. "We'll be late."
"We will not, I'll check them right now, I probably don't even have any."
"Nooooo, Brady, she'll have a message on there, you know she will..."
"Come on Chlo, please?"
Chloe sighed and mentally prepared for a night at home alone, while Brady went to save Blair from whatever crisis was new this week. "Fine, go ahead."
There was a long pause as Brady dialed his number and listened to his messages. Chloe could read him perfectly when he came to 'that message'. She didn't even wait until he was done; she just took off her coat, and began making her way upstairs.
"Chloe, where ya goin'? Put your coat back on, or we WILL be late."
Chloe looked at him skeptically, and tried not to smile at the pleasant surprise. "But that was Blair wasn't it? She wants you to come over doesn't she?"
"She does, but tomorrow night, and both of us. She's throwing a going away party for herself."
"Going away?" Chloe said, trying and failing miserably to conceal her grin.
Brady couldn't help smiling at his girlfriend's joy. "Yeah she's leaving this week, I coulda' sworn I told you that...anyway don't look so relieved, she liked you, what can I say?" Brady said shrugging and walking out side.
"Well no matter how much she likes me, she likes you a whole hell of a lot better," Chloe mumbled to her door as she shut it.