Yes, my odd and different story is back again. I wasn't even planning to finish it. LOL, and I'm still not making any promises.
I am so not satisfied by this chapter but, whatever.
I disclaim. I wish I owned Brady though. In my dreams, I know. I see him there often.
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Chapter 2
Chloe. Chloe Lane. The epitome of clueless and the victim of not only her own mistakes, but those of others. She's human, alright, but by the way he talked about her, I would never have guessed. A saint on earth, doer of no wrong. Unless you count the fact he's not with her. Why she makes the choices she does, is beyond me. She believes in second chances, obviously enough, as do I, but third chances? And fourths? No. No, that girl is a mystery and I'll just have to consider myself detective.
I had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Lane by pure chance and it was at that time, I knew that there was one promise that needed to be kept.
*flashback*
A pretty brunette sat on a bench outside the Java Cafe. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and she looked friendly enough. Hopefully she didn't bite. My cup of coffee in hand, I walked over to her.
"Mind if I sit down?"
"What? Oh, no. Go ahead." She smiled slightly and I took a seat.
"Thanks."
While sipping my drink, I observed her. She kept glancing at her watch and her foot tapped in a rhythmical beat. She sighed and frankly, I felt sorry for whoever she was meeting. Maybe she did bite after all.
"Are you meeting someone?" I asked curiously, though the answer was clear.
"Yes. My boyfriend is *suppose* to show."
"Men," I muttered. I'd like to see one man with a dream he refuses to give up hope on. One man who wouldn't give up on you. Who won't forget you in the blink of an eye. Oh G-d, there I go again.
"Men? He's more like a little boy," she huffed. "Says he wants to meet me and then doesn't show. Then he wants to know why I like to hang out with Brady more? Gee, Phillip. Maybe because he's actually there for me? Is that too hard to ask?" Her voice quieted. "I knew this reconciliation was a mistake."
"So why get back together then?" I must have started her because she looked taken back.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I was rambling. I forgot anyone was listening."
"It's alright," I laughed. Hell, I'd rather have it that way.
"So why get back together with him?" I ask again.
"Oh, I-" She got cut off as her cell phone rang. Damn.
"Hello?...Hey Brady... Sure, I'd love to have another voice lesson...Okay...I was suppose to meet Phillip, but he didn't show... Brady, don't start...I know... Listen I have to go. Talk to you later."
"She shut off her phone and I pretended to be somewhat interested in my coffee.
A young man came walking up to us and I guessed this to be Phillip. He looked about sixteen, and although he was cute, I had to wonder what qualities kept her with him.
"Who were you talking to, Chloe?" Chloe... Chloe... Oh! This must be *the* Chloe and that was... Brady. The pieces started to fit together and I smiled to myself. Life is good.. well, sometimes.
"Phillip..."
"It was Brady, wasn't it? Damn him. Trying to steal my girl." The young man started his tirade and his hands clenched. "No way in hell."
"Phillip. He's giving me voice lessons so I can get into Julliard. That's it. Chill."
"Voice lessons... sure, uh huh. And what happens when he tries to put the moves on you, Chloe? You'll let him, won't you?"
"Phillip, stop it!" The woman looked embarrassed but I couldn't blame her. This was the excitement of the day for the Java Cafe.
He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her away. I stood up to protest but she shook her head to stop me. I watched as they fought until they were out of sight.
*end*
Looking back on it, I wish I had done something. But my time to intervene would come later. Now, I'm just hoping that a certain lovesick, blond guy would need to drink his troubles away again today.
I am so not satisfied by this chapter but, whatever.
I disclaim. I wish I owned Brady though. In my dreams, I know. I see him there often.
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Chapter 2
Chloe. Chloe Lane. The epitome of clueless and the victim of not only her own mistakes, but those of others. She's human, alright, but by the way he talked about her, I would never have guessed. A saint on earth, doer of no wrong. Unless you count the fact he's not with her. Why she makes the choices she does, is beyond me. She believes in second chances, obviously enough, as do I, but third chances? And fourths? No. No, that girl is a mystery and I'll just have to consider myself detective.
I had the pleasure of meeting Ms. Lane by pure chance and it was at that time, I knew that there was one promise that needed to be kept.
*flashback*
A pretty brunette sat on a bench outside the Java Cafe. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and she looked friendly enough. Hopefully she didn't bite. My cup of coffee in hand, I walked over to her.
"Mind if I sit down?"
"What? Oh, no. Go ahead." She smiled slightly and I took a seat.
"Thanks."
While sipping my drink, I observed her. She kept glancing at her watch and her foot tapped in a rhythmical beat. She sighed and frankly, I felt sorry for whoever she was meeting. Maybe she did bite after all.
"Are you meeting someone?" I asked curiously, though the answer was clear.
"Yes. My boyfriend is *suppose* to show."
"Men," I muttered. I'd like to see one man with a dream he refuses to give up hope on. One man who wouldn't give up on you. Who won't forget you in the blink of an eye. Oh G-d, there I go again.
"Men? He's more like a little boy," she huffed. "Says he wants to meet me and then doesn't show. Then he wants to know why I like to hang out with Brady more? Gee, Phillip. Maybe because he's actually there for me? Is that too hard to ask?" Her voice quieted. "I knew this reconciliation was a mistake."
"So why get back together then?" I must have started her because she looked taken back.
"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. I was rambling. I forgot anyone was listening."
"It's alright," I laughed. Hell, I'd rather have it that way.
"So why get back together with him?" I ask again.
"Oh, I-" She got cut off as her cell phone rang. Damn.
"Hello?...Hey Brady... Sure, I'd love to have another voice lesson...Okay...I was suppose to meet Phillip, but he didn't show... Brady, don't start...I know... Listen I have to go. Talk to you later."
"She shut off her phone and I pretended to be somewhat interested in my coffee.
A young man came walking up to us and I guessed this to be Phillip. He looked about sixteen, and although he was cute, I had to wonder what qualities kept her with him.
"Who were you talking to, Chloe?" Chloe... Chloe... Oh! This must be *the* Chloe and that was... Brady. The pieces started to fit together and I smiled to myself. Life is good.. well, sometimes.
"Phillip..."
"It was Brady, wasn't it? Damn him. Trying to steal my girl." The young man started his tirade and his hands clenched. "No way in hell."
"Phillip. He's giving me voice lessons so I can get into Julliard. That's it. Chill."
"Voice lessons... sure, uh huh. And what happens when he tries to put the moves on you, Chloe? You'll let him, won't you?"
"Phillip, stop it!" The woman looked embarrassed but I couldn't blame her. This was the excitement of the day for the Java Cafe.
He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her away. I stood up to protest but she shook her head to stop me. I watched as they fought until they were out of sight.
*end*
Looking back on it, I wish I had done something. But my time to intervene would come later. Now, I'm just hoping that a certain lovesick, blond guy would need to drink his troubles away again today.