Sometimes? Grant just can't help himself
Who: Grant, Bronte, and Brenna Where: Bronte's beach house When: Backdated to June 4th
"Ok, kiddo... here's how it goes. When we get to the door... you gotta play it cool. You know her by now, I'm sure. We just throw this at her and she'll blow a gasket. Possibly throw heavy things at my head."
Yep. This was Grant's idea of a pep talk, people. Really. He looked at Brenna, as the two were walking to the front door of Bronte's beach house. And Grant? Was feeling nervous yet... incredibly mischevious.
"Now. I've decided against the 'this is my daughter' angle, because I'd rather retain use of my manly-parts. But I still think I can tease her a little. So just keep quiet till I give you a signal, ok? For now, just stay with me, and stand at my side."
He really planned all this out on the ride, didn't he? Grant, in case you hadn't noticed, was part great guy, part prankster, and part douchebag. ALLLLLL rolled into one. He rang the doorbell and waited, trying not to grin.
"Momma's gonna blow more then just a gasket, she's gonna have a major conniption." Brenna said following her father up to the door of her mother's beach house. She wasn't sure what her father had up his sleeve, but the teen had lived with him in the future for seventeen years, so she could only imagine what he might try pulling on her mother.
It was still morning, which meant that Bronte wasn't expecting any visitors at the beach house. Bethany had already gone out that morning so the blonde werewolf was home alone and enjoying the peacefulness that alone time brought to a person. Clad in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, Bronte trudged barefoot to the front door and opened it to a surprise sight.
"Grant? Aren't you suppose to be working?" Bronte questioned looking at him before giving a casual glance to the young girl with him.
"Well... I met this girl when I got to work this morning." Grant bit his lip, trying to keep a straight face. "And I thought... you two would REALLY hit it off. So I figured, why not bring her home with me, right?" OH SNAP. Grant was taking THIS angle. Saying something totally innocent but letting that dirty part of her mind get exactly the wrong idea. He glanced at Brenna, with a wink and the mouthing of the words, 'Remember... not a word'.
"I can give you a thousand reasons NOT to bring her home with you, or in this case bring her to MY beach house. Have you completely lost your mind, Grant Kellerman??" The guy did alot to purposely annoy her, but this had to take the cake. And having let herself get riled up, Bronte didn't catch the brief exchange between the two. "And you." Her gaze then snapped to Brenna as she now directed her icy tainted words at the girl. "You should know better then to try and go after men who are old enough to be your father." The young girl looked to be around 16, and with Grant being well into his thirties her words seemed to have substance behind, unfortunately for Bronte she didn't realize how close to home she had come with her statement.
Oh. Oh MAN. Grant actually snickered then, even though he was biting his lip so hard it had to hurt. "Bronte..." he started, tears forming now from trying not to laugh. "SOMEONE has their mind in the gutter... reason I brought her home is because she.... well..." Ok, funny enough? Now HE was having trouble blurting it out. "You know allllll that craziness with Brayden and Kimberly and the others?" He gave that hilarious, nervous grin he tended to give when he was utterly at a loss for words.
"Well, what did you expect? Bringing a young girl to MY home and insinuating..... and I know about the crazy happenings with Brayden and some of the others. What does that have to do... You had a daughter in the future??" Bronte could feel her heart stop as she looked at Grant. Was what they seemed to have not destined to survive?
"Momma... " Brenna finally spoke when she caught the look on her mother's face. It nearly broke the girl's heart as she had never seen her mother look so disheartened. Like her world was about to crash down around her. Hearing her, Bronte cast a wide eyed glance toward the teen. It was only now that she noted the clear resemblance to herself. The blond had to look back to Grant to get some kind of verification that what she was thinking was actually true.
"Yeeeeep." Grant nodded with hilarious finality, as though it had taken him this long to come to grips with it himself. "Apparently we get with the baby-makin' at some point, gorgeous." The baby-makin'? That was the best wording he could think of? Great taste in men, Bronte. He patted Brenna on the back, and smiled. "This is Brenna. Our daughter."
"You're still not completely back on my good side." Bronte informed her boyfriend giving Grant her sternest look, which would have most men fleeing in the opposite direction. "Brenna," the blonde giving her daugher a soft smile, "how... when... " Stepping back from the door Bronte motioned the two inside. "This is something that shouldn't be dicussed in the open."