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"Can you pick up Callie from Bridget's? Me and Joey gotta go take care of some of tux stuff," Craig said, reaching for his razor.

"Sure," Shane happily responded.

"So, what did you do last night?" Craig asked as he shaved in front of the bathroom mirror.

"Went to the beach with Tate," he said, washing his hands.

"And I didn't see you? Weird. Oh, were you getting wasted and passing out in the sand as usual?"

"Close, getting cozy with your girlfriend where no one could see us," he nonchalantly responded.

"Ow!" Craig screeched, cutting himself with his razor.

Huh?

"Evie…"

"Evie…"

"EVIE!" Ronnie shouted, pushing Evie off of him.

"What?" she said, pouting.

"My wife is home," he said, staring nervously at the bedroom door, as Evie took a deep breath, annoyed.

"So?" she said innocently, fluffing her curled up-do.

"RONNIE?" his wife shouted, advancing up the stairs.

This is it, I'm screwed, I'm caught. I'm going to jail.

Evie kissed him again, not even caring. He kept his eyes wide open and stared at the door uneasily.

His wife approached the door quickly, knocking lightly on it.

"Honey, I'm going to the grocery store. Anything you want?"

"How about some strawberries," Evie whispered in his ear.

"NOTHING HONEY!"

"Alright then, bye sweetie." She said, walking back down the stairs.
"Bye sweetheart," he mumbled, relieved.

Evie rolled her eyes and swung her leg off of him. Just as she was ready to get off of him he grabbed it again, making her almost fall over.

"No, don't go," he said, soothing his hand over her French maid costume.

She pulled her lace garter off her long leg and flung it onto the carpet, laughing.

"Here, a little souvenir," she said, getting off of his lap.

"Evie!"

"I have places to go, things to do," she said, walking over to the dresser and opening his large, stuffed leather wallet.

He got off the bed and joined her at the dresser, kissing her bare shoulder.

"Please baby," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Evie opened his wallet, pulling out several 100 dollar bills, in addition to a few credit cards.

"There's some new outfits I really want,"

"Whoa! That's a little much today, don't you think?"

"No, I should really take more," she said, reaching into his wallet again for some more dollar bills.

Hard cash is always better. It's the only thing the dealers take.

He stopped her abruptly, pulling a few of the bills out of her hand.

"It'd be cheaper for me just to get a hooker,"

"Than get your own damn hooker in jail," she shot back, dropping all the money on the ground and heading towards the door.

"No wait, baby! I want you to have it," he said, jumping in front of the door and scrambling to pick up the money.

Too easy.

"Ooh, really? Thanks babe," she said, snatching the cash out of his hand and stuffing it into her bra.

He then reached back into a dresser drawer, pulling out a blue velvet box.

"Here, I bought you these," he said, opening them, only to reveal a pair of silver-diamond hoop earrings.

"Oh, I kind of wanted them in gold," she said, sulking.

"Evie, I can't really…"

Evie made her pouty face again, watering her bright eyes. She grabbed the bottom of her lingerie, hiking it up significantly, revealing her silky thighs, stroking them lightly with her hands. Ronnie watched her dreamily, smiling.

"I'll see what I can do."

"You're a doll," she said, kissing him on the cheek. She slowly turned the handle of the door, quite satisfied with herself. He bent forward and slapped her butt, licking his lips.

Evie walked out into the hallway, counting different numbers in her head.

So I can get a lot of weed this week, maybe some meth…

Callie jumped across the empty, wooden floor at Bridget's, studying her reflection in the mirror every time she turned. She finished a final PK turn, and saw Shane, leaning against the double doors of the long and wide room.

"OH MY GOD!" Callie screamed. Startled, she put her hand on her chest and slowly stumbled back. Wow, he's really cute, so cute. Maybe not even cute, but gorgeous.

"Shane, what are you doing here?" Even though he had just scared her half to death, he still looked so good leaning against that door, enough to make Callie want to jump on him and kiss him. He really was attractive – he had a few features Craig didn't have. He was extremely built, and his hair always seemed to fall naturally straight, unlike Craig who would sometimes have to spend hours straightening and, well, burning himself with the iron. Craig's not the most coordinated guy after all.

"Craig's out with Joey, Caitlin sent me to pick you up," he said, twirling his keys around his hand.

Callie hesitantly picked up her dance bag and walked up to him, turning off the light. Shane slowly shut the door behind them, and walked with Callie through the hallway.

"You're amazing, and I hear you're quite the star here," he said suavely.

Yeah, until I collapsed in front of a million scouts, my boyfriend and my best friend.

"Umm, not really."

"Oh c'mon, don't be so modest,"

"I'm not being modest, god Shane I really am horrible, the worst. People just tell you that because they have to." Callie hated it when people recognized her for her dancing. Not only had she won dozens of prestigious titles, she was also featured on the front page of the local newspaper wearing a large, gleaming crown on her head. She was proud of her title, but didn't like people to treat her special because of it.

"Callie, you're such a liar!"

"SHANE!"

"Whatever. Acting like your not a super star around here."

Oh god, please don't do this to me, PLEASE.

"God Shane."
"Callie," he said, softer, holding his hand against a large glass case. CALLIE TAYLOR, MS DANCE TORONTO read against a large velvet sash, and about twenty gleaming trophies, centered around one large picture.

Callie laughed.

"Okay, you sort of caught me," she giggled forcefully, turning her head.

Shane playfully hit her arm, and she hit him back in his built chest.

"Hey, that's not fair, I barely touched you!" he said, rubbing the spot she hit. Yeah, keep flirting – maybe this will get somewhere.

She playfully punched him again, and he grabbed her arm, flinging her about an inch from his face. Both were laughing hysterically, and Callie looked deeply into his baby blue eyes. Out of nowhere, Callie pinned him against the wall and thrusted her lips on his, hard and rough. This was definitely part of the 'new' Callie; she had no idea what made her do that. Shane happily responded, wrapping his arms around her waist comfortably and even smiling through the kiss.

Its definitely different being the pinnee, Shane thought. But this chick is good.

"No wait, I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me, this is wrong," she said, pulling her head slightly away.

What the hell did I just do?

"No its not," he said, massaging her waist with his hands, reeling her closer and slowly kissing her cheek again as she looked away.

Too close, Shane thought.

"Your Craig's cousin!" She said, pulling away.

"That doesn't mean anything," he said, kissing her neck. Please don't do that. Craig does that. No, Craig Manning means nothing to you. You don't need him when you have a hotter, smarter, older guy right here. Callie stared into his eyes longingly, trying to ignore his slight resemblance to Craig. She tugged away from his lips quickly, breathing heavily.

"But what about Craig? What will he think?" Oh wait, what does Craig think? 'Stay away from Shane, Callie.' 'You ARE going to get hurt Callie.' 'Callie, let me dictate your life because I'm scared of you getting close to my cousin whose way hotter than I am.'

"Who cares what Craig thinks," he said in between kisses. "He never has to know."

What the hell. You're the new Callie, remember? What would Evie do?

Callie let him reel her back in, and she jumped on him. This. As he kissed her neck he slowly walked towards and kicked open a door that read "Gentlemen".

"So, you gonna go that carnival thing coming up?" Jimmy asked, taking a bite of his cheeseburger.

"Carnival?" Spinner replied, dipping his fries in some ketchup.

"Yeah, this weekend. Hear everyone's going, its for charity and stuff."

"You think Callie will go?"

"Maybe," Jimmy said, suspiciously. "You like her or something?"

"Can't a guy just wonder?"

Well yeah, but with you, no. If you wonder, you might hurt yourself.

Callie couldn't concentrate. Shane slowly laid her down on the long counter, pushing his hands down her slender body. He kissed her again, feeling her shaking. Callie put her head back on the counter, looking up into the bright lights. But he just couldn't resist. He could have been one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen; her porcelain face and dishwater blonde hair. Her perfectly scarlet lips and rosy cheeks – everything about her was irresistible to him. Well, then again he IS related to Craig.

"You alright?" he said, his straight and shaggy surfer hair hanging down on Callie's face.

Breathe. "Uhuh," she said, pulling him back down on her by the shirt collar. Shane took a crinkled wrapper out of his back pocket, and with one hand slowly slid up her bra, while with the other he unbuckled his pants.

This is really happening.

"Jimmy, have you noticed anything different about Callie lately?" Spinner said, dipping his French fry in some ketchup again.

"Other than the fact that she's leaving nothing to the imagination with those outfits her and Evie are wearing?"

"I don't know, she just seems so much more…"

"Hot? I know. Its Evie, she's making Callie seem incredibly sexy."

"How would you know?"

"Evie can turn anybody upside down and inside out anytime she wants."

"How would you know?" Please, as if Jimmy Brooks was ever with Evie Campfield.

"I used to go out with her. Two years."

Spinner almost fell out of his chair.

"Whoa."

"Oh my god, Shane, oh my god, oh my god," Callie panted, holding onto the sink faucet. After a while, Shane released himself off of Callie, jumping off onto the ground.

"We really need to go," he said, pulling his pants up.

What?

"No, please," she said, hopping off the counter. "I don't want to," Callie mumbled.

Shane grabbed her butt and pushed her forward, playing a quick game of tonsil hockey before he had to let her go. He quickly pulled a thin cigarette out of his pocket, and lit it up with his free hand, cupping the area around the tip.

"You want one?"

Callie stared at it blankly, biting her wet lips. She grabbed the lite cigarette out of Shane's mouth and clutched it between her two fingers, puffing it deeply. Coughing, she took it out of her mouth and studied it in dismay.

"Take it easy," he said, staring down at her.

Callie took another puff and blew a ring of smoke into Shane's face, acting like an expert.

"I don't wanna go."

"I don't want to either, but we were supposed to be back two hours ago, and if I remember girlie, you still owe me a shower," That was to easy. Personal record.

"Don't call me girlie. I'm not a little girl,"

"I can see that. You want to prove it again to me tomorrow?"

"Maybe,"

Callie smiled widely, very satisfied. She took the cigarette out of her mouth and threw it on the ground, stepping on it with the tip of her toes.

"C'mon," she said, pulling her shirt down and pushing the door open. "Wouldn't want anyone to be angry."

So that was it. Callie Lauren Taylor had just lost her virginity to a guy three years older then her. In a bathroom at her workplace. And to top it all off, he was Craig's cousin.

The younger ones always do it best, Shane thought.