AUTHORS NOTE: Three chapters in one night, isn't this exciting? Please read and review! You can review by scrolling down to the bottom left hand corner and clicking GO next to SUBMIT REVIEW. Thanks everyone. I don't own DTNG, Craig…Question: How does everyone like the Craig-Callie-Shane triangle?
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Callie reached a top the water, her hand struggling to be seen. In a salty, blurred image she saw Craig on the shore, throwing a Frisbee with Jimmy. Screaming at the top of her lungs a muffled voice blew bubbles to the top of the water, and one by one she watched them shoot up in hordes, than sink back down to the bottom. Shouting she knew she could not be heard, and rushes of salty water stung the insides of her open mouth. Feeling her organs shut down she kicked her legs persistently, until every limb was numb. Waving her hands she shouted for Craig, who was nothing but a blurry picture now. As her hand slowly submerged beneath the water, her eyes shut and the tide carried her to the bottom….
Callie woke up, surrounded by a pile of sweat. She never could swim.
She reached out her arm to feel Craig's chest, a sense of security from her nightmare. Instead, nothing was there. Callie's eyes sparked open even more as she studied the bareness of the white sheets. She was back in the guestroom, 'her' room, and was in her unbuttoned Ralph Lauren shirt and a pair of shorts. Aw, he didn't want to get me in trouble. He put me back in my own bed. What a sweetie. Callie got out of the bed, walking out into the hallway. She had a little headache, but nothing to distinct – just some random side effects from whatever drugs she had been taking days before. As she approached Craig's room she looked at her arm, which was scarring. Oh my god, she thought, grazing her hand over the long cut. Her arm was getting pretty full of scars these days.
"We'll have to get that cleaned up before the wedding," Caitlin said, carrying a basket of laundry down the hallway.
"Yeah…stupid me, I stopped at Bridget's the other day and I uhh..."
"Its alright."
"Gosh I'm exhausted." Shit! Stupid thing to say!
"So what did you and Craig do last night?" Caitlin asked, folding up a red towel.
Had sex. "Watched Pretty Woman."
"You got Craig Manning himself to watch Pretty Woman without running away? Callie, I'm impressed! We all ended up crashing at my house last night, we got lost on the way home from that amazing florist in Yorkville. You guys found something to eat, right?"
"Yeah, we ordered a pizza."
Caitlin smiled. She picked up the crate of towels and started down the hallway, humming.
"Speaking of Bridget's, there's a message on the machine for you, better go listen to it," she said, turning around.
Shane whipped out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up non-discretely. Craig pounded on Shane's door, knocking loudly.
"Open the door Shane," he said coldly.
"Fuck off,"
Is he crazy? Angie's in the next room!
Craig bent to the ground, picking up one of Angie's sequin bobby pins that had fallen out of her hair. He swiftly latched it into the keyhole, turning it against the knobs inner clock works. It slowly opened, and Craig dropped the pin to the ground.
"Number one, Angie's in the next room. Number two, you don't do shit like that in my house," Craig said, snatching the cigarette out of Shane's mouth. He quickly opened the window and threw it to the ground, making sure it hit the cold concrete.
"You need to get your act together."
"Yeah, sure man," Shane said, walking out into the hallway. Craig stopped him instantaneously, glaring at him.
"You're rolling some pretty heavy dice here. Stay away from Callie this time, for real."
4 new messages. Callie reached down, pressing the play button.
"Hey Craig its Emma, just calling to…" Callie rolled her eyes. She opened a nearby drawer, pulling out a half eaten Snicker's she had left in there a week ago. She stuck it in her mouth, sucking on the peanuts, and sunk into the blue chair next to answering machine. Screw Emma.
Delete.
"Hey Shane, its Amber. From Toronto. So like, I'm in town for a few days, and," the girl giggled, "Wanted to know if maybe you wanted to get together like old times. Well, I miss you babe. Call me. I KNOW you have the number."
Callie ripped the Snickers out of her mouth and hit the answering machine, frustrated.
Delete delete delete!
"Hi Mr. Jeremiah, this is Connie from C and C catering. Just calling to inform you that we'd be happy to cater you're wedding. We'll call back later."
Okay, don't delete that one.
"This message is for Callie Taylor. Callie, this is Bridget."
Oh my gosh, Bridget! I haven't talked to her in forever.
"You're fired. I'm just going to come out and say it. You've violated the code of proper conduct policy that you signed at the beginning of this year. I'm positive you know what I'm talking about. Cameras, Miss Taylor. Bridget's is a FAMILY environment and I think you should be more aware of that. It's with sad regards that we let you go, though personally I don't want to. You're a great dancer Callie, and you'll be missed. The studio will be open the rest of the day for you to come clean out your locker."
Callie dropped her Snicker's to the ground.
End of messages.
"Stay away from her? Or what, you're gonna play me a little sad song on your guitar?" Craig raised his hand to swing at Shane until Angie popped up, holding her favorite Elephant stuffed animal, Mr. Moo Moo.
"Craig, I want to go to the park!"
Craig slowly lowered his hand.
"Yeah Ang. Just go get dressed, okay?"
"Typical," Shane said, watching Angie skip back into her room.
"Look, me and Callie are just starting to get things back on track, keep away, alright?" he said, pushing him back up on the wall by his collar.
"Don't you have a girlfriend? Save the whales? What's her name, Emily?"
Oh shit. He's right. I sort of do.
Craig folded his fist tightly, striking Shane across the face.
"Stay away."
Shane laughed, seeing some blood on his lip out of the corner of his eye. It really was funny to him.
"You know, seeing as how your done with Emily and all, maybe I could go out with her. I mean, she's decent. But now this Evie girl…naw, I like this Emily. She seems nice and innocent. There always better that way, just like how your little hottie downstairs was…pretty good in the sac too…she can bend in a lot of ways…"
"So help me god Shane!" Craig said, lifting Shane up against the door again.
Shane laughed as Craig increased his forceful grip. Better knock it off Craig, you're going to get hurt. Shane nodded his head, smiling. He hit him back, twenty times harder than he had hit him.
Craig paced himself to take another shot.
"Craig! Let's go to the park now!"
"Coming Ang."
Craig threw Shane out of his hands. He was corrupting every girl Craig knew. Shane was ruining his life.