Chapter Six

After Becca left, I made some dinner and called Mum again to see where they were. She answered on the last ring. "Hello?"

"Hey, Mum, it's me. Where are you?" I asked accusingly.

She made a huffing sound. "I'm with Patrick at Play Group. We'll be home soon." and with that, she hung up.

I went to my bedroom and sat cross-legged on the floor.

Bradie's POV

After she left, I ran to the front door and opened it up, but she was already half way down the street.

"Shut up." Andy whined. I turned around and saw him slinking into the kitchen, wearing only a pair of track pants. I followed after him and sat at the kitchen bench.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, taking in my expression.

"She found out about us," I said, sighing.

"You don't expect me to believe that she had never heard of Short Stack." he sneered.

"She didn't, and then she just realised, and then she stormed off. She's angry because I didn't tell her the truth about being famous." I looked up at Andy; his eyebrow was raised.

"So you're telling me she didn't know you were from Short Stack!"

I shook my head and walked away. Shaun was sitting on the couch with pencils tucked behind both his ears, and was concentrating hard on a notepad sitting on his leg.

"She'll be back." he said without looking up.

"Hopefully," I said, sitting down next to him.

Lucy's POV

When I woke up next morning, I was still on my bedroom floor and wearing the clothes from yesterday. I was meant to go visit Ashley today, but I didn't feel up to it, so instead, I called her.

"Hello, Mental Health Institution, Mary speaking, how can I help you?" asked a lady in a robot-like manner.

"Hello, could I please speal to Ashley Stevenson?" I asked.

"I'll be right back." she said, then left to transfer me through to her section of the hospital.

After talking to three more nurses, I finally heard Ashley's voice.

"Where are you?" she asked in an excited, but disappointed, voice.

"I'm not coming in today. I have something I have to deal with." I said.

"That's okay. Is there anything I can help you with?" she asked. I decided that I wouldn't tell her yet, because I knew she would want me to bring him in to meet her, and I just couldn't share that much of my life with him right now.

"Um...I don't think so. I'll fill you in when I come visit next."

My plan was to get dressed, go back to Bradie's house, and apologise for getting so angry over something that wasn't that big of a deal, but when it took me three hours to decide what top to wear, I decided I would give it another day. Instead, I ended up looking after Patrick while Mum and Kevin went out for dinner.

I put Patrick to bed, then turned on my laptop. I was curious to find out how famous Short Stack really was. I went to Google and typed in 'Bradie Webb'. There were 1,720,000 search results, so I just clicked on the first one and his Twitter came up.

When it had finished loading, I was surprised to see that his last update was from this morning, and it said; -possibly just made the biggest mistake of my life :(

After looking at several more websites, I looked up at my clock. It said 2:34am. I looked out my window and it was pitch black, except for the street light. I closed my laptop and went to sleep.

***

"Crap!"

My eyes shot open. Becca was standing in the corner of my room, holding my phone. I sat up.

"Hey there, Sleepy Head," she said quite frantically. "I thought I left something here, and I was coming to check. Bye!" she smiled and turned to go.

I jumped out of bed. "Not so fast!" I screamed, jumping on her and grabbing my phone. "You're a stalker." I said, bursting out laughing. "Look, I have a surprise for you, and I need your help. Just let me get dressed." she nodded and sat on my bed, turning on my laptop.

After I had decided to wear a loose purple dress and my light pink, studded heels, I walked back to where Becca was sitting.

"Okay, this is the plan; we drive to Bradie's house and park up the street. You go and knock on his door and give him this piece of paper," I handed her the piece of paper I had written the note on last night. It said;

Bradie, sorry I left so quickly, and I'm sorry because I have thought about it and I can understand where you're coming from. Please meet me at the cafe near the beach at 12:00, and we can sort this out,

Love Lucy, xx

"Okay, so is that all?" she asked with excitement glinting in her eyes. I nodded and we walked out to my car.

We stopped about four houses up the road and I showerd her which one was his. She squealed and took a photo of it. I noticed that girl who I thought must have been Shaun's ex-girlfriend, but was obviously just a fan sitting in the gutter again. I wondered why she chose to sit there so much of the time when he didn't even live there.

"Okay, I'm ready now." she said, taking deep breaths. I laughed and watched as she walked up his drive way and knocked on his door. About three minutes later Bradie's face appeared at the door and he smiled his beautiful smile when he saw who it was. After about ten minutes of talking and Becca repeatedly taking photos of him, he walked out onto the street and looked diretly at me. I quickly ducked down, but I knew there was no hope. He had definitely seen me, so I sat back up.

"Hey," I said, smiling. I looked at Becca, who was still holding the piece of paper. I got out of the car.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking at me strangely.

"Not much, just sitting." I looked around nervously.

"I'm sorry!" we both said at the same time. I smiled and reached out to hug him. Becca took a photo and I burst out laughing.
"Do you want to come inside?" he asked hopefully.

"Sure. Becca, you can take my car home if you want." she nodded, and I followed Bradie inside.

He showed me where the loungeroom was and said to wait there, and that he would be right back. When I walked in, the blonde guy from the super market, which I now knew as Andy, was sitting on the lounge. He looked up at me and smiled. "Well, hello there. I don't believe we've met. I'm Andy," he said, raising both of his eyebrows and grinning at me. I smiled back with a strange look on my face and sat down next to him.

"So, I hear you've stolen young Bradie's heart." he continued, still grinning. I laughed just as Bradie came back in.

"This is Andy, Andy, this is Lucy." he said, motioning toward us.

"I think I already know that, considering she's all you've talked about for the last three days." he said, smirking. Bradie shoved him off the lounge and he fell onto the floor, hitting his head on the coffee table. I gasped and reached down to help him up, but he stood up, laughing and left the room.

"He sure is something." I said, laughing, but when I looked at Bradie he was looking at me intently, and I stared straight back at him.

"I'm glad you came back." he said. I smiled and grabbed both his hands. Wee both leaned in, and I closed my eyes. The kiss lasted for about three minutes, and when we pulled apart Andy was standing there, smiling. I raised an eyebrow at him and Bradie just shook his head.

Bradie dropped me off at home about an hour later, and we had arranged to go to a concert in the city that night. As soon as he dropped me off, I ran to my cupboard and started deciding what I was going to wear. I arranged seven different outfits, then decided that I didn't like any of them, so I called in the back up.

"I'm here!" Becca screamed, running through my front door and straight past me, into my bedroom. I laughed and stood up to follow her. When I walked in, she had already started pulling things out of my wardrobe. I sat on the bed.

"You know what?" she said, turning around to face me.

"What?" I replied, waiting for her answer.

"I've spent my whole life searching for someone that could compare to my beloves Shaun Diviney, and I haven't even come close to finding anyone, and then you just happen to make a real life version of Bradie Webb fall in love with you, and you didn't even know what you were getting yourself into." she smiled, but I considered what she said very seriously.

"You're right, but what happens if he gets to know me better, and then he realises that he doesn't like me because I didn't even know who he was, and that he would rather be with a girl that actually knows things about him?" I asked, starting to make myself upset.

Becca sat down next to me and put her arm around my shoulder. "Trust me. That will never happen. I can tell by the way he was talking about you today he truly likes you, and anyway, what's the fun in a relationship if one of you already knows everything about the other person?" she grinned at me, and I smiled back, but now I knew that I would always have that worry in the back of my mind -- that he would fall in love with one of his many adoring fans, and leave me standing alone by myself.

After three more hours of Becca helping me with my hair and make-up and putting the finishing touches on my outfit, it was time for her to leave because Bradie was going to be there to pick me up soon, and I didn't want her there to freak him out.

When it was exactly five o'clock, I went out the front and sat on the step until he pulled up. His car was freezing when I hopped in, and I wished I had chosen to wear a warmer outfit.

"Nice to see you again." he said, smiling. "You look really pretty." I smiled and he grabbed my hand and put his other one on the steering wheel and started to drive.

I tried to think about warm, but nothing helped, and my whole body started to shake. "Are you cold?" he asked as he leaned to turn down the air conditioning.

"A little, thanks." but even after ten minutes of no air conditioning, I still couldn't seem to stop shaking. He pulled into the venue car park and sat in a line of about twenty other cars waiting to get in. He took off his seatbelt and then took off his jacket and put it over my shoulders.

"Do you ever wish that I had known who you were when I first met you?" I asked all of a sudden. He considered my question.

"To tell you the truth, not really, because I know that you like me for who I am, and not because you're in love with who you think I am, and I also have that piece of mind that you're not going to cut off all of my hair when I'm sleeping and sell it on eBay." he chuckled and grabbed my hand again.

We were going to see a band called All Time Low, which I had been in love with for the past couple of years, and was trying to hide my excitement, even though I had already seen them live more than six times.

The line was pretty big, but we got inside quickly. "Do you want anything to drink?" he asked when we walked past the bar.

"No, thank you, I'm right." I said politely, and we walked up to the area that had the least people near the stage.

The show started and it was absolutely amazing. People were pushing at me from all directions and we were all jumping in time to the music, but not once through the whole show did Bradie let go of my hand, and not once did my smile leave my face.

After another couple of hours, it was over and we joined the queue to leave the building. As I was walking toward the door, Bradie suddenly tugged at my arm and pulled me to the direction of a side door, just up a small walkway.

"I don't think we're meant to be here." I said, looking behind us, but no one seemed to mind.

I giggled as he spin me around and leaned me up against one of the white walls. I put my arms around his neck and he placed his arms around my back. "I think this is the best night of my life." I said, bring my face closer to his and kissing the tip of his nose.