Disclaimer: I do not own Summerland only a few characters you won't recognize and all that jazz…
A/N: Hmm I'm only really writing this story cuz I'm having fun with it…this is my life lol and I guess its fun to put it into a story about stuff that happens and stuff that I see so it might not be all that great to read (apparently since no ones reviewing) but its cool…
Once Again…Hope and a Party
Bradin got dressed and headed to the party. He was only going because he knew Hope would be there and he wanted to talk to her. After he walked in and the smoke stung his eyes and surrounded him in the small, crowded room, he knew it wouldn't be easy.
Walking around a little he picked up a bottle of beer just to look busy and not like a loser walking around alone, he kept looking for Hope. Finally she appeared in the middle of a large crowd and she didn't seem like she was quite there.
"Hope!" he called but she didn't even turn around. Like most of the time she was probably either drunk or high or maybe she was even ignoring him. Hoping that wasn't the case, he walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.
Hope jolted and turned around coming face to face with Bradin.
"Hey" she smiled as she took another sip of her drink. He smelled the strong, potent burning scent of alcohol on her breath and he knew she was completely wasted. Her eyes blurred and she was still barely able to stand.
"Ugh" he turned around and was about to leave not even wanting to talk to her while she was like this. "Wait where are you going…" she followed him but tripped on the leg of a chair and flew forwards catching herself just before she collapsed onto a nearby couch.
"Hope I don't feel like talking to you, you're drunk…just go get some water and get sleep I'll talk to you another time" she shook her head.
"I'm not drunk!" laughing he watched her grab his shoulder just to hold herself up.
"Ok Hope…" she threw her arms around his neck and leaned in and kissed him. Not really wanting to do anything stupid while she was drunk he pushed her off. There's no way I'm going to end up looking like an idiot for taking advantage of her. Bradin thought and taking her hands helped her sit down.
"I don't wanna sit I wanna dance!" she whined getting up and started dancing around him. "Hope please…" she didn't listen instead tried to pull him up and get him to dance with her. Shaking his head, Bradin headed out the door.
"You know I don't even care anymore…it's in her blood…it's Hope, why did I ever even think I had a chance" he sighed as he watched her dance with another guy and then leaning in she kissed him, but he took advantage of it and they started making out.
Bradin walked down the beach, he was a little tipsy too…the alcohol had started kicking in and he wanted to just go to sleep but right now it was a bad idea to go home until he was a little back to normal.
Hope was incredible, beautiful, smart, fun, exciting and he loved everything about her but soon realized she was the way she was because of the reputation she had probably had a chance to build up for years and years.
The entire walk he didn't stop thinking about her and how badly he wanted her. Picking up his phone a few times he listened to the message, her sweet voice on the answering machine telling him how much she liked him, telling him how much that kiss meant to her.
Shaking his head he deleted the message, it was nothing but torture. It was Hope White, it was in her blood and there was no way that she actually meant a single word of it.
"I'm such an idiot for thinking that in the first place" Bradin told himself more trying to make him believe it then anything else. The wind felt good so he stayed outside a little more before turning around and heading home back past the house.
She's a slut, a whore, her whole life is getting high, drunk, popularity, and her friends, and I don't need that. Bradin thought kicking a rock out of his way as he looked through the window of the house. The curtains were down so there was not much to see but he heard the music.
But despite everything he knew there was no way he would be able to deny how he actually felt about her. He wanted to tell her everything, he wanted to hold her, tell her he loved her, that he cared, that she was his life and that she was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen and watch her soft, gentle face turn slightly pink.
There was no way that was going to happen, he accepted it. As she twirled around the dance floor drunk and not even knowing what she was doing he sat and watched her. She had such grace, happiness, and joy! Being the best cheerleader she had her dancing talent to thank for her gracefulness as she spun around the dance floor in her mini skirt and tube top.
Shaking his head and laughing he watched for a few more minutes then just as the door opened he turned around and bolted not wanting anyone to see him.
Just as he came home, the moonlight was just enough light to keep him so that he could see and keep him from falling over furniture. He knew the locks on the windows weren't very good so wiggling it the window slowly opened.
Bradin slipped in through the window and just as he was about to go up the stairs to his room he tripped on the leg of a chair and the chair fell over hitting another chair and then hitting the table.
"SHIT!" he yelled to himself trying to make sure no one heard him. Being a little drunk himself he knew that if anyone saw him they'd be able to tell without a problem and he'd be in deep trouble.
Despite his praying that no one saw him, the light turned on at the top of the stairs and soft footsteps came down.
"Bradin?" he turned around and looked, it was Nikki thank god! Not that he was better off but he couldn't get grounded and she could help him out and not tell any adults.
"Nikki…" he started walking towards her but tripped again.
"You're drunk Bradin...ugh you moron" she ran over to him quickly and took one of his hands into hers and the other around his waist. Step by step they made it up the stairs and she helped him into his room.
"Why Bradin…just answer me and I won't tell anyone" he sighed not even thinking straight anymore.
"I don't know Nikki…I'm stupid…please" she sighed and pushed him onto the bed and pulled the covers up over him.
"Go to sleep, and hope you don't have too bad of a hangover or Ava will kill you" she warned giving him a look and then got up and left the room, letting the door creak quietly before she clicked it shut.
Laying in bed, Bradin wondered what was going to happen with him and Hope and if there is ever going to be anything between him and the girl that at many times has no idea that anyone even exists in the world.
Turning around, the alcohol finally knocked him out and he fell into a deep, restless sleep.
