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"It seemed like a really cool concept, so I just went for it," James finished. Brylee nodded, taking a sip of her coffee.

They were in a little tiny coffee shop they always used to come to, doing a little more catching up. He was telling her about this movie he had just finished filming, an action thriller, like an updated version of Indiana Jones.

"When does it come out?" Brylee asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

"Probably in a month or so. At least, that's when the premiere party is." The woman laughed and nodded again.

She liked this. She liked talking about nothing and drinking coffee when it was cold out, liked being around someone she was comfortable with. Would that be an appropriate word? Comfortable? Yeah, she was more comfortable around James than anyone else. He had seen a side of her no one else had. That side of her when she falling asleep or just waking up, her voice scratchy with sleep. That side of her that squirmed underneath the blankets when she and James would make love. No one else saw that, and James was just realizing how lucky 16 year old him was. He just realized how special Brylee was.

She was a tough girl, didn't like no as an answer, loved kids, loved animals, loved summertime and hot chocolate. She hated feet and spiders, and hated Trig with a passion. She was a horrible singer, sounded like a dying seal or something, and she knew that.

James sang to her all the time when he was around, especially when they were at school. He always talked about what shows were coming up, and what part he was going out for. Brylee had stuck a handful of fries in his mouth more than once during their lunch period to stop him from ranting for two seconds.

She really wanted that again. She wanted that relationship she had with him. They didn't have to see each other all the time or even be texting or talking to know how they felt and what was going on. They were constantly on each other's minds, and they knew that the other half loved them.

James had enough of this beating around the bush. He just suddenly realized it. He wanted this girl back. He would do anything he had to to make this girl his. He wanted all of her, and he'd give her all of him in return. He'd do everything she needed, and support all her decisions and dreams.

"We should probably get out of here," Brylee said suddenly, pulling James out of his thoughts. "The after school crowd is starting to kick in." She pulled on her pea coat, then stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder before picking up her coffee.

James just stared at her, then stood up and put his own jacket on before grabbing his cup and heading out the door. Brylee was just opening the door of her car when he got to it, and he opened the passenger side and slid in.

"Nothing's changed," James noted as Brylee drove down a road he found extremely familiar. He couldn't say it was a back road, seeing as though all the roads here were like that, but, it was a back road. He had driven down this particular road everyday on his way to and from school, his parent's house on the next road on the right.

Brylee smiled, glancing over at James. "I don't think it ever will," she said, and he laughed.

"You should come out to LA one time," James suggested. "It would be like a culture shock."

Holy shit, Brylee thought. He just invited me out to California with him.

"Maybe I will," Brylee said, maybe flirting a little bit.

"You could come to my movie premiere."

Fuck, the man cursed himself inwardly. What did you just do?

"We'll see," she said this time, her eyes on the road. Gosh, why was she suddenly being so flirty with him and giving him unclear answers?

She thanked the lord that she was pulling into the driveway, seeing as though she'd do anything to get out of this situation.

She pulled her keys out of the ignition, then grabbed her bag and headed for the front door, James trailing right behind her. It had gotten much colder in the past ten minutes, and the clouds that hung thickly overhead smelled like snow.

She smiled, hoping it would be snowing in a few days. Her birthday was coming up, and she always loved when she woke up with a bunch of snow on the ground. She liked putting on a thick sweater and drinking white hot chocolate with red velvet cake.

Brylee stepped into her house, warmth hitting her all around, and she flipped on the light. She walked into the kitchen, pulling her coat off as she did so, then laid it over a chair. She took her heels off and sighed happily, then sat down on one of the stools and rubbed her feet.

"God, I need to stop wearing heels every day," she mumbled as James appeared, and he smiled.

"Your birthday's coming up soon," he said, just remembering that it was in five days, this Saturday.

"Yeah," she said, grinning. "And I'm going to be twenty four!"

"Hey, I've been twenty four since July, and I still look good." Brylee rolled her eyes at the man standing by the island.

"You said that every year."

"I did not," James argued.

"Yes you did."

She stood up, yawning slightly, then said "I'm gonna go change real quick. I'll be right back." James nodded, then watched her disappear up the stairs.

He walked around her kitchen, taking everything in, the décor on the walls, the paint color. He noticed the calendar on the refrigerator, and he read what was on it. On every Sunday, it said Visit Lucy, 11am. During the week she had a few things written down, like dinner with a friend or the occasional doctor's appointment. This Saturday there was nothing written down, not even dinner with her parents or something. It was her birthday, and she had no plans.

And James decided he was going to change that.