Thank You, reviewers! I appreciate it! So, here we are...third chapter of my first posted fanfic! How exciting! Well, more fab finfics to come...excpect X-Men, Harry Potter, Newsies and Degrassi in the near future!

Tara ran her fingers through her, now straightened, red hair one last time. Funny, She thought, Bradin and I haven't gone on a real date for weeks. Truth be told, they didn't have the time. Tara worked at a small independent clothing store by the pier, and Bradin had been in and out of Playa Linda for surfing (thus explaining why the subject of abortion hadn't come up yet).

And also, they had the house to themselves, so every night was like a little date. They ate dinner together, watched TV together, went on walks…

Ava and Susana were in Milan for business. Johnny had taken Derek, Nikki and Cameron out camping with Jay. Tara and Bradin were invited, but couldn't part themselves from work. Hopefully, Ava, Johnny and the rest didn't mind Tara staying over for the week, seeing as Bradin never got around to asking them.

"Tara, we have reservations for 7:30, you know!" Bradin called from the living room. Tara peeked at the clock (7:15) and peeked at herself in the mirror one last time ("It'll do") and breezed out into the living room.

She was wearing a light-blue cotton sundress that fell to her knees, the silver necklace Bradin had given her for her birthday, strappy sandals, and her hair fell gracefully around her shoulders. Bradin, however, was wearing one of his nicer shirts and a pair of shorts, his blonde hair a mess.

"Needn't dress up," Tara laughed sarcastically.

"What? I am dressed up!" Bradin retorted, motioning to his shirt. Tara tilted her head to one side in a way that mocked fashion connoisseurs.

"Okay, whatever. We gotta go," She said finally.

They arrived to the restaurant ten minutes late.

"Table for two under Westerly," Bradin said to the host. The host, whose nametag read "C-Dawg" even though he was a pasty twenty-something with greasy hair and unfortunate acre, looked over the lists.

"Sorry, Mr. Westerly, but we gave your table away," C-Dawg said curtly.

"You can't be serious," Bradin said.

"Sir, I have people to serve…people who arrive when their reservations are called," He said snidely, looking for the next customer. Bradin looked back at Tara, who shrugged.

"Okay, dude, we were ten minutes late. Cut me some slack here," Bradin argued.

"Sir, we have hungry people to feed,' C-Dawg drawled.

"Yeah, I know. Me." Bradin snapped. Tara took hold of his arm, and eased him back.

"Excuse me, C-Dawg?" Tara said coolly, "I'm not sure if you know this, but unless you want your girlfriend to know you're cheating on her, you'll give us a seat." C-Dawg looked at her in horror, and then said "This way."

Tara and Bradin sat across from one another in a comfortable booth with an ocean view.

"How did you know he was cheating on his girlfriend?" Bradin asked.

"I didn't. That's a trick my older sister used to use when stuff like that happened to us," She replied sipping her water.

"Huh," Bradin laughed, "You don't mind if I use that?"

"Not a bit," Tara giggled. Soon, the two were engaged in deep conversation, pausing only to order their meals and eat them.

Tara had almost forgotten the reason why she was there in the first place.

"Bradin, what are your views on abortion?" She said abruptly. Bradin looked taken aback.

"Abortion? I dunno. I guess it depends on different circumstances," he said.

"How do you mean?"

"Well," He said carefully, "If it endangers the life of the mother to have a baby, then it's okay,"

"And what if it's like…I dunno, a teen pregnancy?" Tara asked, hoping she sounded casual.

"Well, I guess it's her own fault if she went and got herself pregnant. I mean, you shouldn't get an abortion if you're that irresponsible," Bradin explained.

Tara went chalk white, "Well, what if they were being responsible, huh? What if it was an accident?" She said heatedly.

"Same thing," Bradin answered.

"YOU DON'T GET IT, DO YOU!" Tara hollered, slamming her fists on the table.

"Tara, what is your deal?" Bradin asked sharply. Tara shook her head mutely, and speed out of the restaurant, leaving Bradin shocked, confused, and a little scared.