AUTHORS NOTE: Hey everyone! I'm super happy that everyone is responding to Evie okay. And just to clarify, her name is pronounced "E-V". Say it with me, "E-V". Easy, huh? Well anyways, here comes another new character. Please read and review! I don't own Degrassi, just Callie and all those people.
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Craig sat solemnly on the couch, staring contently at the door, as if waiting for something huge to loudly smash through it, crinkling the room to pieces. His body slightly quivered any time the rusty wooden door slightly creaked, and he shook with suspense.
Suddenly the door swung open, and Callie was laughing feverishly.
"Callie, where have you been?" Craig said from the couch with anger. Callie set her jacket on the coat rack, wiping her nose nonchalantly in response to his comment. She came and stood in front of Craig, smiling.
"Why do you worry so much about me?" She said, raising one eyebrow. Craig's eyes widened. Her hair was messy and down, and she was sporting a miniskirt and a transparent white-lace top. A little bit of a change from what she normally wears. Craig just stared at her in silence, looking at the little Paris Hilton-esqe person in front of him. Callie was always sexy, but what was this? It was kind of just all out there.
"Where did you get those clothes?"
"From Evie. Isn't it fun?" Oh yeah, its fun all right. Shopping at Hooker's R Us?
"Where have you been all night? Where did you even go?"
"Just around…I hung out with some of Evie's friends and we went shopping, DAD."
Oh, there's a meaningful activity.
"Don't do that to me again."
"God, I'm not your property Craig!" she said, blowing a large, thick pink bubble.
No, but I live with an am responsible for you! That's a good enough reason for me to stay up all night worrying about you.
"No, but you are my friend!"
"Just a friend?"
Craig shrugged. "Didn't we already discuss this? We're over."
"Okay, we're over, friends, good friends. But what about friends with benefits?" Did I seriously just say that? I can't believe Evie convinced me to do that.
"Callie, what's gotten into you?"
"Nothing," She said, putting her hands on her hips. "Now, where's Joey?"
"Out with Caitlin for the night," he said, glimpsing at the clock.
"So, um," Callie murmured, advancing closer to Craig. "We have the house to ourselves?" She whispered, swinging one leg over him, sitting on top of him.
"Not quite. Angie." He replied, stuttering, as Callie nibbled on his neck.
How does she always do this? How can she make me so mad than turn around and look so gorgeous? And kiss me like this? It's not fair. This isn't like her…she's being…so spontaneous. She's not even my girlfriend…stop Callie. Just stop.
"Oh, poo," she said, frowning sarcastically and readjusting her straddle. Callie kissed him firmly on the lips, tugging on his thin lips slowly. With his hands on her hipbones he kissed her back, trying to make sense of what was going on. She pulled away from his lips jaggedly, dragging the kiss out until her lips released off his seductively. He smiled at her, and then realized that the underneath of her mini skirt was exposed. He was falling in love with her all over again.
I still love you, please don't do this. Please.
"Callie, c'mon," he said, looking away.
"What?" she pouted, easily enticing him.
They kissed for a few minutes in silence until Callie felt something hard come from beneath her, alarming her attention. She pulled away and looked at Craig's jeans, which were bulging beneath the belt.
Why, of all times, right now, Craig thought, tilting his head up at the ceiling.
Callie laughed and put her hand over her mouth, getting off of him.
"Ok tiger," she said, laughing. Getting off of him she purposely put her hands on his crotch forcefully, using his pants to help her off the couch. "I'm going to bed. Good night."
"Wait," Craig paused. "Does this mean we're, ya know?"
Callie laughed. "Dream on, Manning."
Wow, Evie was right. Maybe that could work. Craig is always good for quick late night pick me up. But Craigy poo here better learn to control his little problem, she giggled to herself. This is it, time for a new Callie. A living on the edge, carpe diem, try new things girl.
As she walked away, Callie reached for the clasp of her tube top bra, and openly slid it out and off from the side of her shirt. Craig could feel his soul melting. Where has my old Callie gone?
"Joey? Joey Jeremiah?"
"Yes, yes," Joey responded, sleepily half-drooling into the phone.
"Its Molly Christensen, Craig's aunt," the voice said softly.
Molly…oh my god, Molly!
"Molly? Molly!" Joey said, perking up slightly. "Its so great to hear from you," Joey said oddly. "But its 1 am, can we talk tommorow?"
"Joey, its kind of important."
"Um, okay."
"Remember Shane? Craig's cousin, practically joined to the hip with Craig?"
"Yeah."
"Shane's leaving for school on the 23rd, but me and Roger are having this crazy custody battle for possessions because of this divorce, and I don't really have a home for him to stay in and," she trailed, crying hysterically.
"Wanted to know if Shane could stay here for a little while?" What is my house, a hotel? "Molly, I already have one teenager who moved in for the summer. Two, with Craig."
"Joey, PLEASE. Its just until he leaves for school! Please, Joe."
Joey sighed. "Drop him off in the morning."
Callie opened her eyes, listening to the sounds of running water splatter onto the floor. She sleepily smiled, realizing Craig was taking a shower in the connected bathroom. Seeing the door was half open she sluggishly pushed her head off the bed, staring into the bathroom drearily. Propping herself up by the elbows she yawned, once again stretching.
"AH!" she screamed, falling onto the ground head first. With a loud thump she smacked into the ground, leaving a huge bump on her head. She rubbed her head lightly and jumped up, gently mumbling 'ow' to herself.
Hey, this could get kind of fun, Callie thought, as she saw Craig moving about in the shower, the glass fogged and distorted. Sneakily she tip toed into the bathroom, pulling her tank top past her head and throwing it on the mint green carpet of the misty bathroom. She tenderly grasped the handle of the shower door, and opened in half way. Stepping into the shower she giggled, soothing her hands down his wet back.
"AHH!" Callie screamed at the top of her lungs, panicked. Oh my god, that's definitely not Craig! She jumped out of the shower instantaneously, snatching the giant blue towel with the letters CM embroidered on it on the nearby counter. Wrapping it around her body she hurled herself into Craig's room, screaming and dripping wet.
At the sound of her voice he was immediately alarmed, and shot up from his bed, awake and wide eyed.
"Callie, Callie, what's the matter?" He said, staring at her drenched hair and soaked body.
"I, you, I, there's someone in the house!" she said frantically, trying to keep her towel propped around her body. Craig, who was utterly confused, was staring at her in complete astonishment, wondering if she was crazy. He was speechless until the door of his room slightly opened, where a tall, attractive male entered the room, baring a similar resemblance to Craig.
Just at the sight of him Callie was scared shitless, and jumped right onto Craig, getting him soaking wet.
He had seen everything. EVERYTHING, she thought. How embarrassing.
Craig wrapped his arms around Callie, and looked up, laughing.
"This is my cousin Shane. He's staying with us for a little while," Craig said, trying to hold in his laughter, until it all came out. Callie looked at up at him with resent and punched him in the shoulder.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it," he said, laughing.
"Jerk…" she mumbled, as she ran past Shane, blushing profusely.
"Dude, she's hot. Girlfriend?"
"Eck. Was. Now, sort of, but still no. Don't get any ideas, hotshot," Craig said mockingly.
"Do you realize how fine she is? That chick had one nice set of -"
"Look. DON'T touch."
"Why not?"
"Because every girl you have ever even been remotely associated with is permanently corrupted in some way. Plus, Callie's pretty messed up in the head as it is; the last thing I want is her hanging out with you. Like remember Katie? That girl never got out of therapy. Oh yeah and then there's Lauren, Kristy, Leigh, Am…"
"I don't need a lecture," he said, turning around, trying to get a glimpse of Callie.
Craig could see his light bulbs clicking. This is not good.
"Just stay away from her," he said, more serious now.
"I'll stay away from her, but I can't guarantee she'll stay away from me."