My eyes grew wide, I waited for a few minutes before slowly turning around. In the doorway to the house stood a young woman with two suitcases in her hands, peeking over her shoulder was an African American woman that I'd heard nothing about from Brae, but the surprised looked on her face told me that this was her house too.

"Listen, Brae, I better get going. This doesn't look like it's going to work out too well." I stood up from the couch, completely forgetting about the designer dress of his Aunts that I was wearing.

"Wait, Dave, stop!" Bradin's attempts didn't even so much as make me hesitate, until after Ava had caught a glimpse of the dress.

"Bradin. Westerly." Her voice was stern. My face dropped when I realized what exactly it was that she was eyeing. The large beer stain down the front of her probably very difficultly designed dress.

"Listen, Mrs. Westerly." Her face hardened.

"Try Ms. Gregory." Bradin whispered harshly.

"Oh, uh, Ms. Gregory. Hi, I'm Daveigh." I stuck out my hand, attempting to make the situation a little less awkward then it was making its self out to be, "My friend, Callie, met Bradin the other day and he invited her here because, well, you were away…"

Ava eyes shifted to Bradin, "Where is he?" She spoke of "him" as if the whole room new who she was speaking out.

"I think he went out. Him and Erika. I think he's probably at the shop." In the 24 hours that I'd known him, I'd never heard Bradin as nervous as he was now. Hell, I would've run away by now. This kid has got balls, at least I can try to help him out.

Before I could even begin my next sentence Ava had disappeared out the doorway again, leaving her bags behind her.

"Fuck." Bradin fell down on the couch letting out a large sigh.

"Hey, relax it could be worse. She's not the worst Aunt in the world." I bit the inside of my cheek, wondering how terrible of Aunt she could be. If my parents got called about this whole deal I'd be in major trouble. Then again, they didn't even realize that Jay wasn't Callie's father. At all. They're pretty dumb.

"She's close to it." He rolled his eyes, placing his feet on the coffee table in front of us.

"I heard that Bradin!" Ava's voice echoed from outside the door, "You're grounded. For a long time, buddy, and if you so much as think about leaving this house while I find him you're grounded even longer. Make that your entire life."

"Oh, she's good." I laughed, "Real good."

Bradin picked up a pillow and hit me in the head with it, "Shut up. Now let's think, what they hell are we going to do?"

"Brae, I don't know if you've noticed but there isn't much we can do. She already knows about the pills, but we'll just tell her it was Tanner."

"Why are we whispering?"

"I don't know, she might have super-sonic hearing or some shit. She's pretty intense, your Aunt."

"I'm going to kick your ass, Weatherfield!" I squealed as Bradin began to chase me around the couch.

"No, no spare me! I'm just trying to make you laugh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I giggled. He grabbed me and tugged me down, tickling my sides as I hit the floor and crushed a few stray cans, "I surrender! I'm going to peeeee! I'm going to peeeeeee, Westerly!"

Our laughter seemed to echo around the house as we screamed and wrestled each other, but they came quickly to a stop when the door to Bradin's room opened up and we found Callie standing over us glaring down, "What's going on?"

I caught my breath as best I could, "Bradin's Aunt came home and I was fucking with him."

"Yeah, fucking with him, Dave?" Callie reached down and grabbed my arm, pulling me up and off Brae.

"Cal, you know what she means. Chill out, we were just kidding around, trying to ease things up because I'm going to be grounded for the next 10 years." Bradin stood up, brushing himself off.

"Yeah, alright. Whatever you say." Her grip tightened as she sneered at me, finally letting go of my arm.

"I've never seen you like this before, what the hell is going on?" I inquired, worried about my best friend.

"Oh, please, Dave. I walk in to find my best friend on top of my goddamn boyfriend; wouldn't you go a little crazy, too?" My head lashed back at the blatant verbal slap to the face.

I went to speak but was cut off by a deep whining from the hallway, all three of us turned to see Ava with Jay's ear twisted tightly in her right hand, "Jay, can we look at what you've let these kids do?"

"Looks like a party to me." Jay retorted, chuckling to himself, followed by a squeal as the Gregory Grip tightened around his ear. I can definitely relate to this guy. I thought to myself, catching a look at Callie out of the corner of my eye, What the hell is up with her?