~Hey readers, yeah, I realize I'm just *now* getting around to making a disclaimer. Sorry, my fault, oops. :) Anyway, yeah, I don't own 'em, never have, never will. Wish I owned Brady, but like that'll ever happen. So don't sue me, believe me, you wouldn't get much. :) Oh, and I realize now what an idiot I am, and made it seem Brady lived at the penthouse, but let's just make believe he still has a bedroom there, where he keeps some of his junk, and that just so happens where the tickets were, kay? Oh, and Rex and Cassie doesn't exist. Also, Philip's still away at Marine Base. Thanks. And I realize I made some sentence errors, and I'm too lazy to go change them. But anyway, thanks so much for reading, and if you feel the need to make my day, review. *wink wink* :) On with the story!
Mimi stirred from her spot on the floor when she heard Connor's bedroom door slam. She rubbed her eyes, willing herself to wake up. She turned her head to where she could see the red numbers glow from her alarm clock. 6:47. She got a nice long nap done, that's for sure. She sat up off the floor and reached for her cell phone on the bed. It was buried underneath her purse and the laundry her mother must've brought in while she was sleeping. If she knew Belle, she was expecting the display to tell her she had missed quite a few calls. She smiled as she saw just what she was expecting; 5 Missed Calls. Browsing through her caller log, she saw that Belle had called twice, Shawn had called once, Philip had called once, and surprisingly, Marlena's cell phone had called once. She called up her voicemail and listened to the messages.
'Message #1-Hey Meems, it's Belle. Just calling to check on you, I know you said you'd go home, so you're probably asleep, but I just wanted to tell you I love you and call me when you get up. I mean it, otherwise I'll come over. Love you, Bye.'
'Message #2- Mimi, it's Shawn. I wanted to call and check on you. I know Belle's probably been ringing the phone off the hook by now, so thought you might want to hear another voice. Meems, everything will be okay, I promise. It's not the first time Brady's been bitched out, and I know it won't be the last. If he doesn't straighten up, I'll bitch him out, how's that sound? Anyway, call me when you get the chance. Later'
'Message #3- Meems, it's Philip, just thought I'd call and see how you were. I'm getting a break pretty soon, so I'm coming back to Salem for a few weeks. Wanted you to know you better make some time for me somewhere in there, girl. I want to beat your ass at basketball again. Haha. But anyway, gotta go do some drills for the Sarg, I'll talk to ya later. Bye'
'Message #4-Meems, it's Belle again. Wake UP, sweetie. I'm driving your mom nuts calling your house every 30 minutes. Hehe. Love ya, call me.'
'Message #5- Hey honey, it's Marlena. Belle told me about what happened between Brady and you today. I'm sorry it happened, sweetie. Don't worry, Belle stormed out of here, ready to "rip him a new one" is how I believe she put it. I know Brady's hard to handle sometimes, there's been times I've wanted to smack that smug look off his face, too, dear. If you need anything, anything at all, call me. I believe I have a half a gallon of chocolate ice cream in the freezer, so we can tear Belle away from Shawn and have a girl's night if you want. But I'm here if you need me. Bye sweetie'
Mimi exited out of her voicemail and sighed. She really couldn't believe how great her friends could be sometimes. She was briefly considering the whole ice cream and girl's night thing when her mother came into her room with an armful of laundry.
"Oh, good, you're up. Had quite a nap there, didn't you? Anyway, here's your laundry, and honey, PLEASE call Belle. She's called here about half a dozen times. Did something happen?" Her mother asked, sitting the clothes down in the floor and sitting beside her daughter on the bed.
"No, everything's fine, mom. I'll call her right now." Mimi said, starting to dial Belle's number on her cell phone. Her mom kissed her on the head and left the room. Belle answered on the 2nd ring.
"Mimi, thank God, I was just about to call your ass and make your mom wake you up. How are you?" Belle asked, slightly out of breath from talking so fast.
"I'm okay, Belle. I got your voicemails and one from your mom, too. Please tell me you didn't go rip him a new one." Mimi said, laughing in spite of herself. Belle giggled.
"Well, I went to do just that, but in the end, I just ended up comforting him. He's really upset about this, too." Belle explained.
"You mean Brady Black has feelings? Whuda thunk it?"
"Mimi, come on, what happened to trying to be nice to him?"
"Well, that went out the window after today, wouldn't you agree?" Mimi said, laying back onto her pillows on the bed.
"Not necessarily. When have you ever given up on anything, Meems?" Belle laughed.
"First time for everything, Belle. Hey, why aren't you with Shawn right now?" Mimi asked.
"Who said I wasn't? Actually, I'm about to go meet up with him right now. I just got back from Brady's." Belle said, switching the stations in her car.
"How is he?" Mimi said, after a long pause.
"He's hurt, Meems. He knows he deserved it, but he's feeling some massive pain, too. He honestly didn't see the fact that you were trying to be nice to him. He sees it now, though. Maybe you'll come out of it being friends." Belle said, turning into the driveway of Bo and Hope Brady's house.
"Mimi, listen, I'm at Shawn's house, so I'm gonna have to let you go. Have fun tonight, okay?" Belle said, not noticing her slip up.
"Have fun, what am I supposed to be doing?" Mimi asked, confused. Belle panicked.
"Oh, ya know, in case you do decide to do something. Gotta go, love you, bye." Belle said, hanging up the phone before Mimi could answer.
"Way to go, Belle, almost ruin the plan." She said, walking up to the door to be met by Shawn's awaiting arms.
Mimi hung up the phone, confused by Belle's comment, but then again, Belle was a confusing woman. She started to hang up her laundry when her dad knocked on her door.
"Mimi, sweetie? There's someone downstairs for you." He said, before walking back down the stairs.
"Who is it?" Mimi asked when she got to the bottom of the stairs and saw her dad waiting for her.
"Go and see." He said, before taking her arm and escorting her into the den. When they entered, he quietly shut the door behind them and went back to the kitchen where his wife was waiting.
"Think they'll work it out?" Maureen asked her husband.
"I hope so, did you see the poor guy? I can only imagine what Mimi's feeling." He said, before grabbing a piece of fruit out of the fruit bowl.
"I'm just glad Belle told me what happened. When I went up to her room, she said everything was fine, and even though I knew it wasn't, I didn't pressure her to talk."
"Good, because she needs to talk to him, not us. She's almost 19 now, she'll work it out on her own." David said, kissing his wife on the cheek and walking into the living room.
The man had his back turned to her, but even so, when Mimi caught the first glance of him, looking at the pictures on the mantle place, she knew immediately who it was.
"Brady?" Mimi asked timidly.
"I forgot about this picture, Belle has one just like it in her room." He said, without turning around. Mimi walked up to where she was standing directly behind and looked over his shoulder. He was referring to the picture of where Belle, Shawn, Philip, Brady and her went to Disney World when they were smaller. Brady had just celebrated his 12th birthday, so he knew the others had to be 9 years old. Marlena and John had taken them during the weekend of Halloween, so in the picture they all had costumes on. Belle was Tinkerbelle, and of course Shawn was Peter Pan. Philip was a doctor, while Brady opted for Batman. Mimi shocked everyone when she decided to be SuperGirl. Brady made it clear he wanted to be the only superhero, but Mimi didn't care and did it anyway. The picture was all 5 of them surrounding Mickey Mouse.
"It was fun back then, wasn't it?" Brady said, so low Mimi almost didn't hear him.
"Yeah, it was." Mimi answered.
"What happened, Mimi?" Brady asked, lowering his head to where he was no longer looking at the picture.
"We grew up, Brady. That's all." Mimi said, shrugging her shoulders.
"Yeah, but growing up doesn't mean we had to grow apart. We may not have been the best of friends back then, but atleast we could play together and not kill each other."
A pause passed between the two before Mimi spoke.
"I don't know what to do, Brady. I don't know how to make this better." She admitted, staring at the back of his head.
"I do." Brady said, before turning around to face her, a bouquet of the deepest red roses mixed in with the purest white roses he could find.