A Girl Doesn't Kiss and Tell
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"How was your night?" Marcus asked, hearing the front door open and close, setting his book down on the cushion beside him. "Did you have fun?"
Calla entered the living room. "Good, and yes," she smiled. "Goodnight, Dad." She slowly walked up the stairs and to her room. After closing the door, she turned on her CD player and got ready for bed. As she sat on the edge of her mattress, she picked up the phone and pressed the redial button.
"Hello?" Renee answered.
"Hey, Ne, it's me."
"Hey! How'd it go?"
"It was. . .oh. . .he kissed me. Twice. I can't. . .Wow. That's it - wow." She sighed.
Renee started giggling. "You got it bad."
"Do I?" Calla thought for a moment as one of her favorite songs started to play. "What about Ephram?"
"Who?"
"Ephram. I met him the day after I met Bright. He showed me around Everwood and he likes the same kind of music as I do. He really likes Dishwalla. We. . .connected - in a way. I told him about everything - why we came here. We've got a lot in common."
"Oh, don't do this to yourself. You always do this with everything. If you like Bright and he likes you, don't bring someone else into it. Someone will get hurt."
"What if-"
"No 'what ifs.'"
"Renee. . .Okay. I'll forget about it."
"Good. Hey, guess who I talked to after I talked to you."
"Um. . .I don't know. You're gonna tell me anyway. Who?"
"Evan and Luke."
"Oh? And?"
"We're gonna come out there when we get the chance. We decided. It was Luke's idea. I'm guessing sometime around Christmas."
"That long?"
"I know. But Thanksgiving break isn't long enough. We want to spend a good week with you out there. Maybe hit the slopes. Go snowboarding."
"Oh, so that's why you want to come out here. You don't want to see me, you want to see the slopes."
"You saw right through me! Cale, you know we would be out there to see you right now if we could."
"I know. But, I gotta get to bed. I'll call you later, okay?"
"Yep. Bye."
"Bye, Renee." Calla hung the phone up and crawled under the blanket on her bed. After shutting of the lamp, she stared at the ceiling for a while, replaying the evening in her mind. Oh, her dreams were bound to be eventful tonight - with guest appearances made by Bright Abbott.
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"Hey, Cale," Ephram said as she approached him at his locker.
"Hi," she replied, leaning against a locker on the other side of his.
"You look awfully happy."
"Do I?"
"Yes. Terrifyingly so. What's up?"
"Nothing." The grin got wider.
"Okay. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Then again, maybe I don't want to know." He closed his locker door and started down the hallway. "You coming?"
"Right behind you." And she soon was.
"As much as I'd rather not hear about Bright, I know you're dying to tell someone, so spill."
"A girl doesn't kiss and tell." At the look Ephram gave her, she burst out laughing.
"I. . .you know, I didn't want to know that. Remind me to never inquire about your dates with Bright again."
"Hey, Cale," Bright said softly, walking up to the two in the hallway. "Hi, Ephram. You don't mind, do you?" He gestured towards Calla.
"Um. . .No. . ." He was confused and unsure as to why Bright was even acknowledging his presence, much less asking his permission for anything.
"I'll, uh, I'll see you later, okay?" Calla said to Ephram as Bright took her hand.
"Yeah. See you."
She felt kind of guilty, leaving Ephram alone in the middle of the hallway like that, but she pushed it to the back of her mind. "Hi, Bright. How are you this morning?"
He laughed, a nice, deep sound in his throat. "Good, really good. You?"
"Couldn't be better."
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"How was your night?" Marcus asked, hearing the front door open and close, setting his book down on the cushion beside him. "Did you have fun?"
Calla entered the living room. "Good, and yes," she smiled. "Goodnight, Dad." She slowly walked up the stairs and to her room. After closing the door, she turned on her CD player and got ready for bed. As she sat on the edge of her mattress, she picked up the phone and pressed the redial button.
"Hello?" Renee answered.
"Hey, Ne, it's me."
"Hey! How'd it go?"
"It was. . .oh. . .he kissed me. Twice. I can't. . .Wow. That's it - wow." She sighed.
Renee started giggling. "You got it bad."
"Do I?" Calla thought for a moment as one of her favorite songs started to play. "What about Ephram?"
"Who?"
"Ephram. I met him the day after I met Bright. He showed me around Everwood and he likes the same kind of music as I do. He really likes Dishwalla. We. . .connected - in a way. I told him about everything - why we came here. We've got a lot in common."
"Oh, don't do this to yourself. You always do this with everything. If you like Bright and he likes you, don't bring someone else into it. Someone will get hurt."
"What if-"
"No 'what ifs.'"
"Renee. . .Okay. I'll forget about it."
"Good. Hey, guess who I talked to after I talked to you."
"Um. . .I don't know. You're gonna tell me anyway. Who?"
"Evan and Luke."
"Oh? And?"
"We're gonna come out there when we get the chance. We decided. It was Luke's idea. I'm guessing sometime around Christmas."
"That long?"
"I know. But Thanksgiving break isn't long enough. We want to spend a good week with you out there. Maybe hit the slopes. Go snowboarding."
"Oh, so that's why you want to come out here. You don't want to see me, you want to see the slopes."
"You saw right through me! Cale, you know we would be out there to see you right now if we could."
"I know. But, I gotta get to bed. I'll call you later, okay?"
"Yep. Bye."
"Bye, Renee." Calla hung the phone up and crawled under the blanket on her bed. After shutting of the lamp, she stared at the ceiling for a while, replaying the evening in her mind. Oh, her dreams were bound to be eventful tonight - with guest appearances made by Bright Abbott.
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"Hey, Cale," Ephram said as she approached him at his locker.
"Hi," she replied, leaning against a locker on the other side of his.
"You look awfully happy."
"Do I?"
"Yes. Terrifyingly so. What's up?"
"Nothing." The grin got wider.
"Okay. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Then again, maybe I don't want to know." He closed his locker door and started down the hallway. "You coming?"
"Right behind you." And she soon was.
"As much as I'd rather not hear about Bright, I know you're dying to tell someone, so spill."
"A girl doesn't kiss and tell." At the look Ephram gave her, she burst out laughing.
"I. . .you know, I didn't want to know that. Remind me to never inquire about your dates with Bright again."
"Hey, Cale," Bright said softly, walking up to the two in the hallway. "Hi, Ephram. You don't mind, do you?" He gestured towards Calla.
"Um. . .No. . ." He was confused and unsure as to why Bright was even acknowledging his presence, much less asking his permission for anything.
"I'll, uh, I'll see you later, okay?" Calla said to Ephram as Bright took her hand.
"Yeah. See you."
She felt kind of guilty, leaving Ephram alone in the middle of the hallway like that, but she pushed it to the back of her mind. "Hi, Bright. How are you this morning?"
He laughed, a nice, deep sound in his throat. "Good, really good. You?"
"Couldn't be better."
