Authors Note:
Hey guys! Thanks so much for the reviews so far, it means a lot to me.
kandykane33: I'm sorry about updating so quickly. I don't usually finish any of my stories, so when an idea comes to my mind I want to get it down really quickly before I give up, haha. Plus, my chapters are really short… so I'll try to slow down or make each chapter incorporate more than just one of my ideas so it's less updates.
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Okay, just a side note for everyone: First of all, no one seems to know Callie's name. She never had one, at least not to my knowledge, so I've made it into Andrews. Second thing, this is taking place in the Fall, so Bradin's already been in Playa Linda for a while. Meaning he's already dated Sara and so on and so forth. It's basically what I would want the show to be like if he'd met Callie a little later. I hope that makes sense, if anyone gets confused just review me and I'll try to explain it better in my next Authors Note.
Chapter 12
Bradin, Callie and I waited patiently on the couch as Jay got a severe serving of lip from Ava. Or should I say Callie and Bradin waited on the couch as I lounged on the floor, attempting to say as far away from the fuming Callie as possible.
Ava finally walked into the room, sticking out the pointer finger on her right hand and pointing it directly at Bradin who raised his eyebrows and used the same hand gesture to point to himself, "Me?" He let his voice squeak in mock nervousness, but by the looks of it I could tell he was practically shitting himself with fear.
"Yes, you." Ava's eyes got small and narrow, apparently not appreciating the little joke that Bradin had cracked as much as Callie and I had. I suppose this isn't the right time for him to be making jokes, but it was pretty funny.I thought to myself, rolling my eyes at Brae's stupidity.
Once he was quietly removed from the room by Ava, Callie and I were left in silence.
"Hey, Cal, listen I don't like Bradin like that. And we were just kidding around and stuff, you know?" I stuttered out the words, looking up at her for approval. I'd never do that to you. I couldn't. Ever. The thought that Callie could be mad at me over a guy when I didn't care about him half as much as I cared about her burned a whole right through me.
"It's fine." Her statement was short and she wouldn't even look me straight in the eye. They were, instead, focused on the doorway that Bradin had left through. This is so pointless. She's known him for one day and he's already taken over me. He's so lucky and he doesn't even realize it. Even if he did, I don't think he'd care all that much. She's suffocating him.
I sighed and looked down at my feet over the puffiness of the pink dress. I still had it on, probably not the best idea, but I'd ask Brae for a change of clothes when Ava got done serving it to him.
"What're you sighing about? You're not that one in that room." Callie flicked her finger over her shoulder, "I wonder what she could be doing that's taking this long."
"You're suffocating him." The words slipped out of my mouth as though they'd been hiding under my tongue for the past 24 hours.
"What was that?" She pulled her head back, furrowing her brow. She can't believe I said something like that to her. Well, ha, take that Callie Andrews, you deserve it. I'm finally sticking up for… myself? No. More like Bradin, but whatever. At least I'm sticking up to Callie for someone.
"You heard me, Cal." I refocused my gaze to my chipping nail polish. Hell, when was the last time I painted these things? I wiggled my toes back and forth for a moment, acting as if they were the most interesting thing in the entire house. Jay walked into the room rubbing his arm, half talking to himself and half to me and Callie, who was about to unleash on me.
"She hit me." He shook his head, a stunned look on his face.
"Oh, poor you, she's a girl. You can handle it." Callie rolled her eyes at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Do I know you?" Jay retorted, giving Callie a dirty look along with a smirk.
"We never really got introduced, did we?" I jumped up from the off the floor, making sure to stop the brawl that Callie was about to start with some man who just opened up his house to us for the night, "I'm Daveigh and this is Callie."
"Daveigh, I like that name." He nodded his head in approval, and closed one eye, "Daveigh. Yeah, definitely got a ring, mate."
I let out a sole laugh before biting down on my lip and asking him the long awaited question, at least in my mind at the moment, "What's going to happen? I mean what's the worst that Ava can serve it?"
"Hah, I don't think Ava can serve much of anything, especially not to Brae. You know, after everything that happened, but she can get pretty pissed off at times." He focused his gaze on the ceiling above him, intending to think of the worst possible punishment that Bradin could be handed, but instead seeing the wads of toilet paper that'd somehow managed to make their way up there. I turned around, standing arm to arm with Jay and placed my hands on my hips, "Kids these days," I started, "They really do some pretty crazy things. I mean, how does one even get that up there?" I shrugged my shoulders, raising my arms with them in an inquisitive gesture. "They sure do have talent, I can tell you that much."
"Hey, don't speak of it so sorely, mate. Last night that would've been a work of art to you." Jay looked at me seriously before going off on a tangent, "I'm stuck! My legs are glued to the floor! They're turning into wood."
"I was on LSDs! Leave a kid alone." I shook my head, walking back over to the couch as Jay walked out the doors that lead to what I figured was his room. Just as Jay left, Bradin walked in followed close behind by Ava.
"Alright, girls. Bradin and I have had a talk and we've decided that it was more his fault then either of your faults, seeing as you just met him today, and I understand the pressure that teens feel after just moving to a new place. You know, to fit it. So I've decided not to do much of anything regarding your parents, other than send you guys on your way, because I'm sure your parents are worried about you by now." Ava crossed her arms across her chest and gave us both a half smile, one that I returned and Callie just smirked at.
"Thank you so much, it honestly means a lot to us, Ms. Gregory. If you need any help cleaning the place up, I'd be happy to volunteer." I offered my help, throwing a crooked glance at Bradin, knowing that his punishment would have something to do with the cleaning of the entire house. He flashed me a thankful smile back, but quickly exchanged it for a look of defeat when Ava turned down my offer.
"We won't be needing your help, Daveigh, is it?" I nodded my head. "We'll be fine. It's just going to be part of Bradin's punishment." She rested her hand on Bradin's hair and mussed it up a little bit, chuckling to herself as he grimaced at the idea of tackling the load of cleaning for the whole house by himself.
"Alright, sounds fair." Callie stood up, grabbing my arm and pulling me towards Bradin's room so we could gather our things.
"Oh, wait, Dave. You're going to have to change out of that dress." Bradin pointed at me, grabbing my other hand as Callie attempted to tug me away, "I'll get you something to wear of mine, because no one really has any clue where your stuff is." He walked into his room, opening and closing a few drawers. After a few minutes a pile of clothing that consisted of a white undershirt, boxers and a hoodie was gathered on his bed. He lifted the pile into his arms and handed it to me graciously.
"Yeah, that's a good idea." Ava nodded her head in approval as I closed the door to Bradin's room behind me and quickly changed into the clothes. My legs looked long and pasty stick out from under the plaid boxers and the hoodie came half way down my thighs. I guess I really didn't realize how much smaller than Bradin I was.I thought about it for a second or two while looking in the mirror and giving myself a small smile and a few runs of my hands through my hair, then I opened the door and smiled at the three standing in the room. All but one smiled back, but I figured I could talk to her on the ride home. What's the big deal, Callie, you've really got to chill out. I could already hear myself saying it and her bitter response. "Nothing's wrong, Dave, just leave it alone." She never talked to me about things of importance to her. Sometimes it hurt me, and sometimes, like this time, it just flat out pissed me off. We're supposed to be best friends, best friends talk, don't they?
"One more thing, girls, I really don't think the idea of you driving Dave's car home would be smart. I mean, you're both rather hung over from last night and we don't know if Dave's LSD trip will have a relapse or not. I'll drive you two home and you can chose to make up an excuse for your parents, I won't be telling them the truth so you can say whatever it is you'd like. On Monday, after school, I'd be happy to pick you up and talk this all out about Tanner. I know Bradin and him haven't had the best of relationships, so it's safe to assume that you're telling the truth about something as severe as that." Ava gave us a questioning stare to see if we were both up for her proposition.
I waited for Callie to answer, figuring I'd done the majority of talking to her so-called boyfriends Aunt, but when she didn't answer I choose to speak up. "That sounds awesome, Ms. Gregory. Honestly, this means so much to the both of us. We're so sorry for whatever trouble we've caused." I bit my lip, and silently followed her out of the house, waving over my shoulder at Bradin who seemed just as happy, if not more, at the way that Ava was treating this whole thing.
"Good luck!" I mouthed to him as I walked out the door and into the car.
