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The Chloe Lane Conspiracy

Ch: Don't yell at me!

Br: Why not? You're not going to do anything about it, or maybe you'll summon your mother to bounce me out of here. But she's cooking, Diva, so she probably can't hear you. You know what? I have a great idea. Since you are milking this cancer thing, I should get you a receptive audience. This one is getting lukewarm.

Brady took out his cell phone.

Ch: Who are you calling?

Br: My uncle Phil. He would make an excellent Armand to your Margaurite!

Ch: (nostrils flaring) Don't you dare do that!

Br: Who's going to stop me?

Brady unfolded his phone and began dialing. Chloe glared at him as he dialed.

Ch: Put that phone down!

Br: Oh, yeah. I'm so scared. What was his number? 555-…

Ch: (jumping out of bed) Gimme that phone!

Chloe tried to snatch the phone from him. He lifted his arm above his head and continued to dial.

Br: Dammit, I've misdialed…

Brady looked at his cell phone and began dialing again. She was still trying to get the phone from him. She climbed on her bed and jumped on his back. She reached for his phone, causing him to lower his arm to his chest. She held on to his neck as she reached around him for the phone.

Ch: Gimme that phone!

Br: No!

Chloe's struggling caused Brady's legs to give way. He collapsed onto the floor and she landed on his back. The phone was underneath him, so she began to tickle him, causing him to squirm and laugh. He then heard someone say 'hello'. He pulled the phone from underneath himself and placed it to his ear. He put his finger to his lip, which caused Chloe to stop and listen.

Phillip: Hello? Who is this?

Chloe grabbed the phone from Brady and hung up.

Ch: (standing up) I can't believe this. You actually called him!

Br: Absolutely!

Ch: You damn near betrayed me.

Br: (standing up) No, I didn't betray you. That was my point from the get-go. This isn't you, Chloe. You aren't a sedentary lump and I can't believe that cancer would change you this much.

Ch: Get out of here!

Br: No, not until I'm finished. It seems like you would use any excuse to avoid being who you are. First, it was the black clothes, then your relationship with Phillip, and now, your leukemia. The first two, you can get over, but this requires outside help and an adjustment in your attitude. The doctors have done everything they could. The rest is up to you. This is one battle you can't afford to wuss out on, Diva. So buck up and get it together! Now, give me my phone.

She threw the phone at him.

Br: You need to work on your arm, among other things.

Brady stormed out of her room, slamming the door. He walked down the stairs, where Nancy was waiting.

N: (softly) What happened up there?

Brady put his finger to his lip and winked at Nancy.

Br: (exaggerated tone) Mrs. Wesley, it's useless. She's too in love with being the dying swan. Maybe you should look into a hospice for her. mouthed Play along.

N: How dare you say that about Chloe! Maybe it's a good idea if you don't visit her anymore.

Br: My sentiments exactly. Where's my coat?

N: I'll get it. ~What happened?~

Br: ~That girl of yours is still a firecracker. She jumped on my back and wrestled me to the floor.~

N: ~Why would she do that?~

Br: ~I threatened to call Phillip. For authenticity, I actually dialed his number. Luckily, she hung up before he figured anything out. But I bet she's still pretty salty.~

N: Here's your coat. Get out of here!

Br: My pleasure! ~Here's hoping she'll come after…~

Ch: (from upstairs) Brady, don't go!

Br: Too late. I'm out!

Ch: Nancy, please stop him!

N: (winking) No, he's caused enough trouble.

Ch: Mom, please?

Nancy's face softened.

Br: (looking at Nancy) ~ Okay, I'll be the bad cop.~ I'm still here, Chloe. What do you want?

Ch: Brady… could you come upstairs?
Br: No.

Ch: Please?

Br: No, I won't. And it doesn't matter if your mother gives me permission. I'm not coming up.

Ch: Please, Brady? I need to tell you something.

Br: You can say whatever you need to say, right now.

Ch: It's private.

Br: Well, shouting down the staircase isn't an option. And, I'm turning off my cell phone.

Ch: Mom, could you give Brady something for me?

N: No, Chloe.

Br: And even if she did agree to it, I wouldn't accept it. If you want a one-on-one conversation with me, come downstairs.

Chloe was silent.

Br: Are you coming down or not?

Chloe didn't respond.

Br: (looking at Nancy) Goodbye, Mrs. Wesley.

Ch: Brady…wait!

Chloe slowly walked down the stairs. Nancy covered her smile as Chloe descended the stairs.

N: Chloe, honey, do you need some help?
Ch: No, I'm fine, Nancy. Please, Nancy, let Brady back in.

Brady hid his smile behind the bad cop façade.

Br: (coolly) What do you have to say to me?

Ch: Nancy, could you leave us alone, to talk?

N: Okay, but if he steps out of line, he's out!

Nancy walked into the kitchen.

Ch: Brady… I wanted to apologize for my behavior. I shouldn't have thrown that phone at you. It was thoughtless of me to not recognize that my illness would bring back bad memories of your paralysis. I hope you know how much I appreciate you seeing me. I do miss Belle and Shawn, but I can't depend on their discretion, especially since they are close to Phillip. Yes, he is your uncle and I understand how difficult it must have been to keep this from him. I do appreciate you for honoring your promise to me. I don't want you to go, not because I may get lonely or bored, but because your presence has helped me, more than you can know. Please, don't go.

Brady looked into her eyes and smiled.

Br: Of course, I forgive you, Diva. My whole point was to get you out of this rut. You getting better means everything to me. Yes, I want to see you at the Met, but I also want you to take your destiny in your own hands. I am very curious about who you will be when you finally express your feelings, without fear. I saw a glimpse of it upstairs and just now, when you apologized. I must say, it was an exquisite sight to behold.

Chloe smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Ch: That was the loveliest thing anyone has said to me.

She continued hugging him, as he stroked her hair. They lingered in this embrace, hoping that no one would interrupt them, but that hope was impossible.

Br: (blushing) Hey, now. We're getting a bit too mushy.

Ch: (letting go of Brady) Now, I need to smooth things over between you and my mom. (yelling to Nancy) Nancy, I know you're angry with him, but can Brady stay for dinner?

N: (from the kitchen) Yep!
Ch: (surprised) Wow! That was easy. Maybe… too easy.

She turned to a smirking Brady.

Ch: You two were pretending, weren't you?

Br: (smiling) Duh!

Ch: I can't believe that you would trick me.

N: (from the kitchen) And we'd do it again!
Ch: (looking at Brady) You skunk!

Br: (flirty) I love the way you fling woo. Let's sit down.

Ch: (sitting on the couch) You two conspired against me.

Br: Diva, conspiracies are reserved for governments, leaders and other politicos. Teenaged opera singers don't qualify.