Why Can't I
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Hey guys, I do not own the cast of Summerland or the story of Summerland. I do, however, own all the fictional characters, the story line and the title of the story, Why Can't I. Please, no stealing. However, I do not own the lyrics or song by Liz Phair called Why Can't I. Also, remember that this is FICTION and I made it up. Thanks!
"You can do this..." Taylie Kipp muttered to herself as she paced back and forth on the wood porch. She tucked a strand of dark brown wavy hair behind her ear and fumbled with her hands in front of her. "Just...knock." She muttered again. She had been on his front porch for the past twenty-three minutes and still...she couldn't find the courage to just bring her fist up to the door and knock.
"Looking for someone, mate?" A blonde man with a deep Australian accent yelled from the sand behind her and looked up at her. Taylie jumped and gasped slightly as she turned and saw him staring at her with a surf board in his arms.
"Oh, uh, no...just...just an old friend," she cleared her throat and walked down the wooden stairs. Maybe she could try again tomorrow?
"Maybe I know him? What's his name?" The man asked her and put his surf board down in the sand so it stood on it's own. He turned to Taylie and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Uh, Bradin Westerly?" Taylie asked as if it were a question, almost positive that this man wasn't going to know her best friend...or old best friend...whichever. Bradin had told her that he was going to live with his single aunt.
"Ah! My man Bradin!" the man smiled and walked up passed Taylie and up to the door. He opened it and walked inside. "Follow me. He's just at a surfing lesson. You can stay down here, though, and wait. He shouldn't be long." He smiled. Taylie sighed and smiled nervously as she watched him walk into the open kitchen. She looked around. Her knees felt weak and she took the oppertunity to sit down on the couch. She sighed and smoothed out her thigh length jean skirt as she looked around the living room. "I don't believe we've met...Jay Robertson." He smiled and walked up to Taylie and put his hand out. Taylie looked down at his hand and then back up at him.
"Oh, uh, Taylie Kipp," Taylie nodded and shook his hand hestitantly. She sighed and looked around the house.
"You seem...new," he frowned at her slightly. "You aren't from around here, are you?"
"No...I'm new," she nodded and looked around once more.
"And...you know Bradin, how? That is, if you don't mind me asking," he laughed lightly. His laughter died down when he saw that Taylie wasn't laughing, or smiling, for that matter.
"We...we go back," Taylie sighed and played with her fingers nervously.
They heard the door swing open. "Ah! Surfing was great today!" She heard him exclaimed. She sighed and closed her eyes and went to turn around. "See you have a...friend..." he slowed down and his smile faded when he saw her.
Taylie sighed. "H-Hi Bradin."