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A/N: Ok, I decided to continue the fic.I only hope I can live up to your expectations. ( Please review! Thanks for those who already reviewed. Btw, I thought it was fun how on the show, Brady told Belle that Chloe didn't need him to love her romantically, and he was going to love Chloe as a friend.I was like "Cool! That was in my fic!" Enjoy!
Chloe's eyes clouded with bewilderment as she heard Brady's words. And now he was just staring at her like he was in some kind of trance. She wondered if he even realized that he had just declared that he loved her. "Brady? Brady, are you all right?"
Her voice snapped Brady back into reality. "Yeah, I'm.Oh God. Chloe, I didn't mean it. I mean, I meant it but.no I didn't really."
"Brady, you're not making any sense. The last coherent thing you said was that you love me. What did you mean by that?"
Brady broke eye contact. "Well, Chloe, you and I have been friends for awhile. And, after two people have known each other for so long, certain feelings start to rise. For example, when you and Belle."
Chloe interrupted, "Brady, stop it! You're dancing around the issue, and that's not like you. You were always honest, down right blunt with me in the past, and I refuse to let you avoid a confrontation just because I'm sick. Now stop being evasive. I want the truth!"
Brady took a deep breath and laid his hand on top of Chloe's. He looked into her eyes, which were swirling with defiance and confusion. "All right, Diva, the truth," he said softly. "I said that I love you, and I meant it. Not just as friends, either. I am completely head over heels in love with you. And I'll be honest about something else. I didn't intend for you to find out about it."
"But Brady, why."
"No, just let me finish, Chloe. Listen, I know that you don't want anyone treating you any differently while you're sick, but in some ways, its hard not to. The moral support that you receive is just as important as any medicine they could give you. Your emotional state can help or hurt your health. Right now, you need all of your family and friends around you. You need us to be positive and to keep that beautiful smile of yours on your face. What you don't need is stress. You and Phillip had unresolved issues when you got sick. He has put aside his attempts to win you back and has settled for being your friend. Uncle Phil and I used to fight all the time-he didn't like your friendship with me, and I didn't like his relationship with you. He and I put aside our differences. We're all doing everything we can to push away any strain and anxiety for you. So, when I realized I loved you, I also realized that telling you would probably just add more confusion in your life. You have a lot on your plate right now. I didn't want to be a burden for you to deal with."
For a while, there was silence. Brady looked out at the diminishing meteor shower as he unconsciously stroked Chloe's hand. Chloe struggled to gather her thoughts, and finally spoke.
"All right, Brady. You've said your piece. Now, its my turn."
Brady looked at her with tears in his eyes and slowly nodded.
"Brady, I've had a lot of time to myself to think these last few weeks, and I've realized a lot of things. I realized that I'm very lucky to have wonderful parents like Craig and Nancy, and wonderful friends like you, Belle, Shawn, Phillip, and Mimi. I've realized that it doesn't matter if I'm a huge opera star someday-it only matters that I love music and music helps to heal me. I've also realized that there are certain things and people who make me feel better, and others that make me feel worse. I found that I can only take Phillip in small doses. I know he's trying really hard to be there for me, but he's exhausting. He always brings more gifts and flowers. The other night, he came in here after hours, and he wanted to talk and watch movies and stay until someone caught him here. I sent him away. A few minutes later, you came in. You offered to leave, but I wanted you to stay. You put music on for me and stayed all night with me while I slept. When you come to see me, you don't bring extravagant gifts and dozens of roses. You bring your smile. You bring jokes to tell and outrageous magazines to make me laugh. You bring a sense of peace. I couldn't put words to how I felt about you until just a few minutes ago. I know what I feel for you now, Brady. Normally, this would be difficult for me to say. But I can't be afraid to say it.not after I've learned so much about how precious life is. Besides, I could never be afraid with you. I love you, Brady. I'm in love with you."
Brady stared at her for a few seconds, letting the truth sink in. Slowly, a smile spread across his face. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her to him. "Oh Chloe, I love you too." They stayed like that for awhile-her head buried into his shoulder, and his chin resting on her hair. Eventually, he pulled away, his face solemn.
"So, where does this leave us?" he asked.
TBC!! Let me know what you think!!!
A/N: Ok, I decided to continue the fic.I only hope I can live up to your expectations. ( Please review! Thanks for those who already reviewed. Btw, I thought it was fun how on the show, Brady told Belle that Chloe didn't need him to love her romantically, and he was going to love Chloe as a friend.I was like "Cool! That was in my fic!" Enjoy!
Chloe's eyes clouded with bewilderment as she heard Brady's words. And now he was just staring at her like he was in some kind of trance. She wondered if he even realized that he had just declared that he loved her. "Brady? Brady, are you all right?"
Her voice snapped Brady back into reality. "Yeah, I'm.Oh God. Chloe, I didn't mean it. I mean, I meant it but.no I didn't really."
"Brady, you're not making any sense. The last coherent thing you said was that you love me. What did you mean by that?"
Brady broke eye contact. "Well, Chloe, you and I have been friends for awhile. And, after two people have known each other for so long, certain feelings start to rise. For example, when you and Belle."
Chloe interrupted, "Brady, stop it! You're dancing around the issue, and that's not like you. You were always honest, down right blunt with me in the past, and I refuse to let you avoid a confrontation just because I'm sick. Now stop being evasive. I want the truth!"
Brady took a deep breath and laid his hand on top of Chloe's. He looked into her eyes, which were swirling with defiance and confusion. "All right, Diva, the truth," he said softly. "I said that I love you, and I meant it. Not just as friends, either. I am completely head over heels in love with you. And I'll be honest about something else. I didn't intend for you to find out about it."
"But Brady, why."
"No, just let me finish, Chloe. Listen, I know that you don't want anyone treating you any differently while you're sick, but in some ways, its hard not to. The moral support that you receive is just as important as any medicine they could give you. Your emotional state can help or hurt your health. Right now, you need all of your family and friends around you. You need us to be positive and to keep that beautiful smile of yours on your face. What you don't need is stress. You and Phillip had unresolved issues when you got sick. He has put aside his attempts to win you back and has settled for being your friend. Uncle Phil and I used to fight all the time-he didn't like your friendship with me, and I didn't like his relationship with you. He and I put aside our differences. We're all doing everything we can to push away any strain and anxiety for you. So, when I realized I loved you, I also realized that telling you would probably just add more confusion in your life. You have a lot on your plate right now. I didn't want to be a burden for you to deal with."
For a while, there was silence. Brady looked out at the diminishing meteor shower as he unconsciously stroked Chloe's hand. Chloe struggled to gather her thoughts, and finally spoke.
"All right, Brady. You've said your piece. Now, its my turn."
Brady looked at her with tears in his eyes and slowly nodded.
"Brady, I've had a lot of time to myself to think these last few weeks, and I've realized a lot of things. I realized that I'm very lucky to have wonderful parents like Craig and Nancy, and wonderful friends like you, Belle, Shawn, Phillip, and Mimi. I've realized that it doesn't matter if I'm a huge opera star someday-it only matters that I love music and music helps to heal me. I've also realized that there are certain things and people who make me feel better, and others that make me feel worse. I found that I can only take Phillip in small doses. I know he's trying really hard to be there for me, but he's exhausting. He always brings more gifts and flowers. The other night, he came in here after hours, and he wanted to talk and watch movies and stay until someone caught him here. I sent him away. A few minutes later, you came in. You offered to leave, but I wanted you to stay. You put music on for me and stayed all night with me while I slept. When you come to see me, you don't bring extravagant gifts and dozens of roses. You bring your smile. You bring jokes to tell and outrageous magazines to make me laugh. You bring a sense of peace. I couldn't put words to how I felt about you until just a few minutes ago. I know what I feel for you now, Brady. Normally, this would be difficult for me to say. But I can't be afraid to say it.not after I've learned so much about how precious life is. Besides, I could never be afraid with you. I love you, Brady. I'm in love with you."
Brady stared at her for a few seconds, letting the truth sink in. Slowly, a smile spread across his face. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her to him. "Oh Chloe, I love you too." They stayed like that for awhile-her head buried into his shoulder, and his chin resting on her hair. Eventually, he pulled away, his face solemn.
"So, where does this leave us?" he asked.
TBC!! Let me know what you think!!!