Chapter 9: Brad, oh please talk to me

Tatany walked around the, now what she called, metal labrynth, as she tried to collect her barings and find Brad's room. "This is taking longer then I would have hoped dammit"

"Did you get lost" A deep voice brought her from her ranting. She jolted and turned around, to stare at Leon, who was smirking at her widly.

"No, someone just moved Brad's room." She sighed. "Here's your sign." (Tell me where that's from and I will give you a cookie and personal graditude of thanks on the next chapter.)

"You walked past it about ten seconds ago." He pointed towards a steel door behind him. "That's it."

"Thanks for nothing Leon." She stalked past him, heading for said room.

"Hey, where's the trigger happy gunmen? He wasn't in his room."

"That trigger happy gunmen is my brother. His name is Toby. And he should be in my room still. Probably sitting on his thumbs thinking shit over in his head." She quirked a crooked smile before saying one last thing before knocking on Brad's door. "Maybe you should take him out to dinner instead."

His eyebrow's shot up into his hairline before a smiled faintly. "That girl never misses a beat. And she hasn't even been here for two weeks."

Tatany knocked on the door lightly as Leon walked away. Recieving no answer she knocked a little louder. Still nothing. "Dammit all to hell." She turned to door knob to find it locked. "Why am I not surprised." She knocked again. "Brad! Open up already. It's me, Tat. Come on" Still nothing. "I hate this."

She fumbled around in her pockets for anything useful to her. A toothpick, fifty-three cents, and a hairpin. She smiled before going at picking Brad's lock with the hairpin. She almost had when the door flew open. Her flying into the room with enough force to smack her into a pair of wet, bare legs. She looked up before turning her face back down to the floor, cheeks as red as a tomato's skin.

Brad was in nothing but a towel, and she was on her knees in front of him, and had looked up, up his towel that is. And that left nothing but truth to her imagination. Brad was well endowed, that is all there was to it. "Uhh, umm, hi Brad. Is that the reason why you didn't answer the door, because you were in the shower"

"Of course." He glared lightly. "Were you just picking my lock Pearl"

"Uhh, well, I was sorta, umm, worried about you becauseeveryonesaidyouhadn'tleftyourroomforlikedaysandIwant'dtocheckonyou" She rushed out as quickly as she could, recieving a dumb look from Brad.

"Come again"

"I was worried about you because everyoen was saying you hadn't left your room for days and I came to check up on you." She replied, still eyeing the ground since Brad was still right above her in all his barely covered by a towel glory.

He backed away from her and sat down on his bed, givign her a chance to stand up, still blushing like mad, until a shapr pain in hre side brought her back to her knees with a cry. "Tatany" He ran to her side, losing his towel in his hurry, and grasped her shoulders. "Tatany, what's wrong"

"N-nothing, I'm fine." She smiled lightly. "I am just a klutz, just like my brother said."

"Yes you are." He smiled.

TBC

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