Wait, dear
White horses walking down my street here
Your words are creeping at my feet
I fear
The sunrise will come too soon
And you'll disappear
To the haze of the city and yourself
Oh yeah

Look out
They're coming after us with big guns
They're only gonna tell you all the bad things I've done
Even if the words they say aren't true,
They've won
Now I'm left here dying in the sun

Callie Shaw had always been an independent woman, she never did well with long term relationships.

Frank Hardy was an exception.

But, alas, the two had broken up a good while ago, and were close friends.

So close, that she knew about Nancy. That she knew Nancy was pregnant. And that she was happy for both of them.

She could feel jealous, but she had too much on her mind to feel a meaningless emotion like jealousy.

She silently danced around the room, mingling with a few people here and there that had been mutual friends.

She didn't know George that well, it seemed like whoever planned the damn funeral had everybody in her address book come.

Funerals had never been Callie's thing. When she was seven she tripped up some steps at her great uncle's funeral and accidentally opened the casket.

It was closed casket.

Machinery incident.

When she was nine, her cousin Abigail told her a joke and she started laughing, and everybody started at her.

And, black was so not her color.

Woahhhhh…
Seems like I'm always on my own
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my own
All the stars and boulevards aren't close enough to you

Late nights
Won't do me justice
'cause when I drink I
Just get so damn depressed and it's
it's not like I ain't trying to get over you
it's just hard to look at all the seasons pass me over too
and I said

The spunky journalist walked towards the door, eager to get out of the funeral, after offering pointless 'I'm sorry for your loses.' To Mr and Mrs Frayne she hurried towards the door. She had a doctors appointment in an hour or so and she needed to get out of here. Callie hurried to her burnt orange neon, a tribute to the blue one she had in high school and college, and pulled out of her parking space.

And into another car.

Shit. Callie thought as she slammed on her breaks, pulled forward, and hauled out of the car. WHY me.

She then walked around to the back of her car, to reveal that her back bumper was on the ground, and the other car was fine. Thank the lord.

"Um, miss? Oh, Callie Shaw…long time no see."

Callie looked up to see Nancy Drew's former boyfriend Ned Nickerson.

"Oh, hey Nickerson. You got any duct tape?"

Ned's raised his eyebrows at the slightly 'crazy' petite blonde standing in front of him.

"Um, Sorry, Callie, but most people don't carry duct tape in their cars."

Callie put her hands on her hips and sighed.

"I used to. Then my little brother stole it for his bicycle. Anyways, I guess I'll just throw this bumper in the back and go. I've got an appointment in…"

Callie looked down at her cheap polka spotted watch.

"49 minutes and 55 seconds. Anyways, I'll be seeing you."

"Wait, do you need a ride?"

Callie turned around and opened her car door.

"Thanks, I'm good though. Nice seeing you Ned."

Ned offered her a smile, something not many people offered her. Being a nosy journalist wasn't exactly something everybody loved. Now, smiles of sympathy was something she was used to.

"You to Callie. Take care."


Woahhhhh…
Seems like I'm always on my own
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my
All the stars and boulevards aren't close enough to you

One last
Phone call from you
It wouldn't hurt much
Just like to hear your voice
And pretend to touch
Any inch of you that hasn't said it all or read it all
I sung my life away
And I said

Callie then quickly got in the car and turned the key, only to find that it didn't start. She groaned and laid her head on the steering wheel, only to have the shit scared out of her by the horn. Callie then heard a tap on her window, Ned mouthed, 'my offer's still standing.' Callie sighed, well, what did she have to lose? Ned backed away and Callie opened the car door.

"Ok then. I'll give you a ride. I was planning on grabbing some lunch, though. Care to join me."

Callie sighed. Was having lunch with an old friend's former boyfriend considered taking chances?

"Sure. What the heck? My doctor's appointment can go to hell. As long as you promise to call a tow truck when we get there. I kind of dropped my cell in the toilet yesterday."

Ned gave Callie an odd look as the pair walked to his car.

"Do I want to know?"

Callie smiled and put her hands in her pockets.

"No, I don't think so. Just promise me you'll call a tow truck eventually?"

Woahhhhh…
Seems like I'm always on my own
Seems like I'm never coming home
Seems like I'm always

Woahhhhh… (all the stars & boulevards aren't close enough to you)
Seem like I'm all eyes on that home (all the stars and boulevards aren't close enough to you)
Seem like I'm never coming home
Seem like I'm all eyes on that…

Ned smiled.

Sure, he'd call a tow truck eventually. Just like he would return her spark plug eventually.