Who: Brady and Chloe What: BFF Confessions Time, maybe When: Sunday afternoon Where: The Donaldson house Warnings: TBD...possibly language, it's Brady
He had the feeling Ty was mad at him. And he wasn't exactly thrilled, either. But how could he tell him why going to the prom with him and his date was the opposite of a good time?
And then finding out Chloe was going with James? On the list of family members he didn't like, James was fairly high on Brady's list. He didn't approve of the way he treated people, or the family, and he was fairly sure he was one of his dad's first choices to take a higher seat in the company and why? Not that Brady wanted anything to do with it. But that was hardly the point.
So Saturday night was spent alone in his room, attempting to write a song that just wouldn't come to him. He knew it was the mix of emotions. One, sure, he could write one. But he couldn't quite grasp how to write fifteen emotions at once. Sunday morning was spent sleeping in and waiting for the rest of Clifton to sleep off the prom.
And then finally he could pick up his and Chloe's usual Thai food order and head over to the Donaldsons', top down on his jeep to make up for the otherwise crappy weekend. He needed to talk to someone. Not just anyone. He needed to talk to someone who'd actually care. He needed Chloe.
He knew sometimes he took her for granted. She was pretty and popular and could hang out with absolutely anyone. But for some reason she still hung out with him, and she'd never know what it meant to the loner of the town to have someone to depend on.
But would she still be around when she knew the truth? And just how long he'd kept his secret from her? Well...that would remain to be seen, wouldn't it?
He showed up at her door, takeout bags in one hand and a bottle of root beer in the other.