A/N: There will be some swearing in this chapter. It should be a continuing trend throughout this story so be forewarned.

Chapter 3


Chloe stood in her room frantically searching her closet for an outfit she deemed worthy of spending an evening with Brady. After ten straight minutes of digging, she finally reached the back and with an extremely disgruntled sigh she loudly exclaimed, "SHIT!!", then covered her mouth at light speed hoping against hope that either Nancy or Craig hadn't heard her. After awhile she finally let out the breath she had been holding.

"Chloe honey!"

"Shit!" she muttered again, this time under her breath. Her mother had heard her. "Yes mom?" she replied in her most innocent voice hoping calling her mom would soften the blow.

Nancy Wesley came through the door just then with a bewildered look on her face. "Chloe honey, did you just say shit?"

"Oh my God!" Chloe exclaimed with an embarassed look on her face, shocked because she had never heard her mother curse before.

Nancy looked at her daughters red face and chuckled slightly, "Oh, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I curse all the time. Shit, fuck, bitch or whatever."

"I'm beginning to realize that." Chloe said under her breath with an even more mortified look on her face.

Nancy walked up to Chloe and wrapped an arm around her waist, "You can say shit anytime you want to sweetie, as long as it's in the privacy of your own room, otherwise you're responsible enough that I can trust you to use discretion when in public."

Chloe looked at her mother, not losing the stunned look, "Nancy, can we please not talk about this anymore?" hoping that she would just drop the subject.

leaning up and giving her daughter a light peck on the cheek, "Sure, sweetie. Whatever you want." Nancy released her her and drew a critical eye across the room, "Now may I ask you a question?"

"Okay..." Chloe replied hoping that Nancy wouldn't start cursing again. "Ask away."

Nancy strolled over to her bed and delicately sat on the edge of it, "Why does your room look like a tornado just swept through?"

Chloe let out a deep breath of relief, then held it again as she realized the question.

"Chloe?"

"Huh?" she responded with a shallow breath.

"I asked you a question." Nancy prodded.

"Oh, yeah. I was just looking for something to wear." Chloe answered nonchalantly.

"Really?" Nancy said with a skeptical look, "And you had to destroy your room to do it?"

"Well," Chloe replied slowly wishing her mother would drop the subject, "I was looking for something nice."

"Oh, I see. Going on a date with Philip?"

"No, I'm just hanging out with Brady." she said smiling as she spoke his name.

Nancy, not entirely oblivious and looking for a confession, lightly prodded, "Well then why are you getting so dressed up?"

"I didn't say I was getting dressed up, I just said that I was looking for something nice. Is that a crime?" Chloe returned defensively.

"No." with a secret look, "I guess not." Getting up and walking to the door, "I'll let you get back to looking for something to wear on your d- 'hanging out' with Brady." she said before she stepped out and closed the door behind her."

Chloe turned toward the door with a sarcastic look on her face, "Oh, like that wasn't obvious."

Thankful to once again be able to look for an outfit, Chloe turned to her decidedly empty closet before looking at her decidedly messy floor. Then with a disgruntled groan she walked listlessly over to her bed and flopped down backwards. "Arghh!"

The sudden ringing of the doorbell below jolted Chloe out of her daze.

"Oh Shit!"

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