Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning to my name being called.

"Kodaaaaa...koda...KooOoOoddaahahah...DIKODAAAAAA" It was Daniel, my best friends beautiful Texan accent that was calling my name. He decided that he wanted to be the voice to wake me up every morning so he custom made my alarm tone. He changes it every now and then and I wake up to cussing in my ear and sexual innuendos. You could imagine my surprise the first time he did it, I went from what-the-fuck is that, to oh-my-god that dick and started laughing my arse of until I cried. It was the first time I recall ever laughing so hard. But today, today he is just being an idiot.

"Kodanaterrrrrrrr...hurrry uppppp and get up...you know you wanna come see my beautiful face in the morning it sure will brighten your day" I could hear the cheery smugness in his voice. "ohhhh! And if you're getting changed right now film it for me...come onnnnnnn ...Don't be a prude..I'm your best friend" he wined in a kiddie tone. "Hmmm what about if I show you mine you show me yours" he said with a big laugh booming through the phone. I couldn't help but smile at his stupid antics. As much as I will never admit , his morning wake ups do really brighten my mood and I know he knows it, but offcourse like I said, I'd never admit it.

I quickly turned off his rambling and made sure to save a copy of it in another file. He could delete it whenever to do his next one and I wouldn't get to hear it all. Throwing the covers of from over my head I braced myself for the cold. I shivered sitting up bringing my blanket back to my chin as the cold air kissed my back. I searched for my phone under the covers bringing it back out from where I last placed it to check the time. The light from the phone making me groan and squint my eyes. 5:30am blinked back at me, the light sending everything in our room to shadows. I sighed flopping back down, sprawling myself across the bed staring at the ceiling. As much as I would love to stay in bed I have to get up .I yawned and stretched stepping out of bed. The cold floorboards sending a piercing chill through my body. "Brrrr" I mumbled rubbing my arms.

I got dressed in a flash pulling on my old black skinny jeans with a few holes at the knees, a simple singlet, some chucks and a faded navy blue jumper that Daniel gave me. Glancing at myself in the mirror I sighed. My fairly pale skin sticking out from the darkness of my clothing. Slight bags under my ocean blue eyes. The skinnies bringing out my nicely shaped legs, probably the only thing that reminds people I'm female. My thick shoulder length blonde hair always seeming to resemble bed hair or sex hair as Daniel likes to call it. I ran my hands through it a few times making it look semi reasonable not wanting people to really think it is sex hair, I just have a natural scruffy look going on.

I woke Aden up lifting him out of his crib and sitting him on my bed. He sat there obediently with hooded eyes still half asleep rapped in his little blanket while I got his clothes for him. After I got him changed and ready it was 6 o'clock. I gave him his Mr.T to play with while I scoped downstairs. I had to make sure the coast was clear and it was okay to bring him down and make breakfast. Sir wasn't there but I could see his trail of mess leading to his room, making me angry. Why does he have to be such an inconsiderate slob. He is a grown man for Christ sake. I made note to clean it up later after school.

I opened my fridge to see what I could make when a horrible rotten smell made me scrunch my nose. It didn't look like there was anything edible in there except the butter. "Toast it is then" I grumbled to myself. Searching the cupboards I found my Vegemite and made us Vegemite on toast. Just because he is brought up in America doesn't mean I'm going to let him miss out on my childhood favourite. We ate breakfast and I got our things together whilst Aden watched cartoons. By the time I was ready to leave it was 7 o'clock. Normal kids would be getting up about now but I liked to get up and out ahead of Sir to stop any incidences occurring. I smile to myself as I watch Aden tentavily stare at the screen of the TV with sleep still prominent in his hair and body gesture. Walking over to pick him up, he looks up at me and smiles such a sweet innocent smile.

"Kowda" he said while stretching his arms out for me. I lifted him into my embrace hugging him tightly as if to make sure he never went away. His small body bringing warmth to my soul.

"I don't know what I would ever do if I lost you" I mumbled as I kissed him on the head. When it really comes down to it ,I think the only reason I'm still sane is for his sake, the only reason I haven't gotten into drugs or anything bad like that is because of my love for him and the knowledge that he loves me and relies on my existence . "Love you little boy"

"wuv wu tbru"I smiled at his attempt of whatever the last word was meant to be.

"Ready to go little one" I said as I grabbed our stuff with him in my arms and headed out the door. I buckled him into the bike seat and made sure his helmet was on right before heading to the day care. Miss Andrew was waiting for us out front with a big smile on her face. She is an elderly lady, early 50's I think. She has big warm brown eyes and caring features. She has always had her own style of clothing going on making her unique. Her wavy shoulder length brown hair slightly greying showing her age and giving her an aura of wisdom about her.

"How are my two favourite customers" she said jokingly as I pulled up beside her slightly puffed.

"This is a day-care Miss A not a shop" I smiled. "You make it sound like the black market of human trafficking and I'm coming in to sell you my next victim" I laughed. She cooed at Aden and got him out of his seat for me.

"Aww well we couldn't sell this little guy he is just to adorable with his little blonde curls, lovely tanned skin and green eyes, he sure will be a ladies' man when he gets older" She said in a mater-of-fact kinda way making me chuckle. Aden was the lucky one receiving Sir's tanned skin, making his blonde hair and green eyes just show all the more.

"Yeah he's gonna be bringing them home and I'm gonna be throwing them out" I joked.

"Good girl looking after your brother you better sit out the front with a big stick and make sure you hit them hard for me wont you" she winked at me.

"I sure will Miss A, I sure will" I said with a gleam in my eye.

"Would you like to come in for your daily hot chocolate, we don't start for another hour and I sure would like some company" Miss A said with a caring tone I just couldn't deny. I bet she knew it, because she did this to me most mornings. I have a feeling she knows more than she lets on. She is a very caring woman and lets me bring Aden in early and stay behind late for less than the average amount of money. I only have to pay a little bit of money here and there because Julia already payed Miss A 3 years' worth knowing that when he was born she would also have to work to bring in the needed extra money.

"Sure Miss A, I would love to"

It was 8 o'clock I had spent a whole hour here with Miss A just talking about miniscule things. It was nice to have a normal conversation and to have an adult who treated me like an equal. She even insisted on checking over my homework with me and helped me with some of my science. She was just a nice lady in general and she really helps me out a lot. She has offered countless of times to look after Aden if I need her to and to call her if I'm in trouble. She has put up with my stubbornness when it comes to certain things and my awkward excuses. Most days of the week when I come pick Aden up she will give me food and insist I take it because she made too much. Always saying she forgets that she lives by herself now and old habits die hard. I'm very grateful of her and her kindness and I know I will have to repay her one day.

"Well I better be of for school, I'll see you later" I said getting up from the floor where I had been playing with building blocks. Miss A stood with me promising to take good care of my little brother. Aden quickly jumped towards me.

"Hug" he said with excited eyes. I smiled down at him and lifted him into the air spinning us around before pulling him into my arms making him giggle. When I put him down he accidentally held my sleeve pushing it up my arm revealing a large bruise from previous days before .I quickly pulled it down before flicking my eyes over to Miss A who had a sad look in her eyes. I said quick goodbye's before practically sprinting for the door.

"Oh! Don't forget your guitar. I left it in my office. The door is open so you can grab it on the way out." Miss Andrew called after me. I nodded my thanks as I scooped up my bag and jogged towards her office, grabbing my guitar before walking the rest of the way to school, leaving my bike at the day-care.

I got to school 10 minutes early giving me time to lock my guitar in the music room before heading off to English. I made my way into the classroom with plenty time to spare, I take my usual seat at the back right with the window. I briefly notice that the desks have been changed into rows of twos instead of fours. I snorted. The terrible foursomes aren't going to like this. Now how are they going to text each other during class about hair and makeup when there is a gaping 60 cm gap splitting them. Hmmm I hope the fall in. I sat there for a few minutes imagining there amusing demise before someone plopping down beside me brought me out of my trance. I glance over and see Brady. He is wearing his usual attire skinny jeans, white undershirt with a v-neck jumper over the top, converse and his ray bans.

"Hey" He mumbles shyly at me whilst pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Hey Brade's" I nod back at him casually.

Brady is Native American, his beautiful russet skin and chocolate brown eyes being a dead giveaway. He is tall as well. A good 6 ft and growing but apparently not that tall compared to some people back in his home town. He sighed heavily before slouching down in his chair a sad look crossing his face.

"Still hasn't replied" I ask slouching down and leaning towards him trying to keep the conversation hush hush while the other students start making their way in.

"No" he says full of defeat. I can't help but frown and curse under my breath. I entwine our fingers under the desk in a show of comfort unsure of what else to do. He throws a crooked grin my way that didn't quite reach his eyes before accepting my hand. Luckily he is left handed and I am right letting us keep them together for the rest of the lesson. I rubbed small circles on the back of his hand for the remainder of English stealing looks at him hoping to catch a smile but he just looked so bummed I didn't know what else to say.

The bell rang signaling the end of class. I gathered my things together shoving them in my bag before heading out the door with Brade's. I patted him on the back telling him to cheer up and ill see him later. I accidentally bumped into Gemma one of the terrible four in the process of leaving making her books go everywhere. She just scoffed at me shouting bitch and stormed of leaving her posy to pick up her stuff.

"Woops" I said trying to hide my amusement as her friends stared daggers at me. Brady ruffled my hair laughing throwing 'thanks' over his shoulder with a wave. I groaned at him but smiled none the less, watching his retrieving chuckling figure walk down the hall. It was good to see him laugh and if it was at my expense I think I could live with it.

I'm sitting in math class just staring out the window as the teacher drowns on about trigonometry. Why I am in the low class is beyond me considering I'm acing it. I can't help but worry about Brady he misses home so much and had to leave everything behind to come here. In our little group of musketeers consisting of Daniel, Brady and myself we all have a weird bond. We all have our own problems and sad stories but we don't dwell on it. Our little group is more like our way of getting through it.

Brady is the newest member to our group. He came to us last year when we were all sophomores. His story is just as bad as ours. His father is an angry drunk who would beat him, but when he was sober he would always apologize and become the loving father again until his next session. That made it hard on Brady because he wasn't given enough time to build up the hate, his father came and broke it down with apologize. I assume like me all he wanted was to please his father, taking the beatings just so he could indulge in the time after when his father was more caring. In the end it gave him unhealthy thoughts. Leaving him longing for the beatings just for the after affects. The poor kid got pretty twisted in the process and he knows it. His mum died when he was young and that's when his dad turned on the abusive nature. Yet in the end all he wanted was for the time before she died, the happiness that existed then and in the end that's what the beatings meant to him. The beatings were a necessary act to get back what he lost. You would think he would realize he was getting abused but at the time he just didn't want to accept his dad's change, he wanted to remember him as the loving father he always knew.

Not only did he have an abusive father but he had to go through the hard time of realizing his sexuality. That was something he really didn't want to except at first. He fell in love with his best friend Collin but didn't want to admit it to himself. So he spent a good 2 months sleeping around with different girls becoming a right player and a notorious jerk. His friend didn't understand what was wrong with him making the sudden change of behaviour especially because he was usually shy and would rarely talk to people he didn't know. It was safe to say when his friend also found out he was doing drugs to get through it all things came out the closet, literally.

A/N- So wow second chapter in one day I'm on a role ahaha .There is just something about this story that has me glued to the screen trying to get it all out of my head. I mean most my ideas come from my dreams so I'm not joking when I say this takes up a lot of my time =]. I have to say I love my music and it's very inspiring to me. The song creep by Radiohead and some my chemical romance songs like I'm Not Okay were on a loop during this chapter and I'm hoping to bring them into the story. I'm pretty interested in what songs this story made you play so hit me up I'm curio use and might put them in as well=P.

Ok so I know everyone wants to know who is in the photo butttttt your going to have to wait some more because the next chapters is also introducing people .You will hear more about Brady, find out about Daniel and how they met. I really wanted to keep writing this chapter but if it gets to long I won't have any chapter's lol so sorry.

I really hope you like my Brady and hopefully my Daniel. I really like the Brady character I have made I mean in my mind I just want to squeeze the poor kid till he dies. But yeah anyway ahahaha . Please review, reviews are my babies, my motivation and I also like hearing peoples input so don't hold back and really tell me what you think I love hearing it. And again ask questions they help me out =].

Ahhh and yet again another ranting A/N I know I'm sorry but this is all so exciting to me, I hope people actually read and THANK YOU all who favorited, most people did even the few non reviewers which made me superrrr happy considering this is my fist story and most favourited my first chapter so yer thanks for sharing the love.

=3 until next time 3=P –Kaiottic-Rawr-