Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Claire enters the mall expecting to find her brother.
He should have gotten off about 30 minutes ago, so he must be around here someplace.
She makes her way to Colby's place of work, doesn't find him, so decides to roam the mall in hopes of randomly running into him. A half hour and a walk through the entire mall pass and yet she still cannot find her brother. Irritated that she saw his car when she came in but still can't find him, she tries to call Colby.
Colby and Denver lie in bed holding each other.
"Colby that was amazing."
Denver turns around to look at the blonde. He only now notices such young features on the young man's face. The moment is interrupted by the ring of Colby's phone. Reaching over, he grabs his phone, then jumps out of bed.
"Crap. It's my sister, she's probably looking for me at the mall. You have to take me back."
"Okay, calm down. Let me just put some clothes on, which might not be a bad idea for you either, and then we can go."
The two quickly dress then head out the door. Once in the car, Denver ponders on Colby's actions and looks.
"Colby, how old are you?"
Braxton, Octavia, and Joyce walk into the club. Joyce still feels uneasy about the place since the injury she obtained only months ago. Braxton comforts his mother as Octavia directs the movers to unload Busty's performance wardrobe backstage. She moves back to the other two.
"Now, sugar, I've made the backstage a bit bigger to conform to your needs. There's a dressing room and space to practice anything you want. There's workout equipment so you don't have to go to a gym. Everything you need is here, backstage. Consider it like a second home to the new penthouse. Oh, and if there is anything you need that is not back there, just let me or anyone working this place know."
"Octavia this is wonderful. Thank you."
He embraces her just as two friends wander in.
"Braxton!"
"Hey you two, this is my aunt, Octavia Bouchet. Octavia this is Skyler Sterling and Hawke Stone."
"Well it's very nice to meet you two."
The two say their greetings and drag Braxton away from the others.
"So everything is ready?"
Colby stares at Denver for a moment.
"I'm 18. I'm just finishing up my senior year of high school."
Colby quickly looks away in hopes that Denver cannot tell he is lying.
"Okay good, for a minute there I thought you might be younger than that. I apologize."
Colby forces a smile as they enter the mall parking lot. The car stops and Colby opens the door. Denver grabs his arm.
"Hold on a second... it was nice to meet you."
Colby looks back at Denver's smiling face.
"It was great to meet you too. We should do this again sometime. Here's my phone number."
Denver quickly types the number into his phone and gives Colby a peck on the cheek. Hoping that no one saw that, Colby leaves the car. Denver drives off and Colby walks in the building.
From across the parking lot, Claire watches as her brother leaves the car of a guy who must be a few years older than the two of them. She notes this as more suspicious behavior. She is startled by the sound of her phone.
He should have gotten off about 30 minutes ago, so he must be around here someplace.
She makes her way to Colby's place of work, doesn't find him, so decides to roam the mall in hopes of randomly running into him. A half hour and a walk through the entire mall pass and yet she still cannot find her brother. Irritated that she saw his car when she came in but still can't find him, she tries to call Colby.
Colby and Denver lie in bed holding each other.
"Colby that was amazing."
Denver turns around to look at the blonde. He only now notices such young features on the young man's face. The moment is interrupted by the ring of Colby's phone. Reaching over, he grabs his phone, then jumps out of bed.
"Crap. It's my sister, she's probably looking for me at the mall. You have to take me back."
"Okay, calm down. Let me just put some clothes on, which might not be a bad idea for you either, and then we can go."
The two quickly dress then head out the door. Once in the car, Denver ponders on Colby's actions and looks.
"Colby, how old are you?"
Braxton, Octavia, and Joyce walk into the club. Joyce still feels uneasy about the place since the injury she obtained only months ago. Braxton comforts his mother as Octavia directs the movers to unload Busty's performance wardrobe backstage. She moves back to the other two.
"Now, sugar, I've made the backstage a bit bigger to conform to your needs. There's a dressing room and space to practice anything you want. There's workout equipment so you don't have to go to a gym. Everything you need is here, backstage. Consider it like a second home to the new penthouse. Oh, and if there is anything you need that is not back there, just let me or anyone working this place know."
"Octavia this is wonderful. Thank you."
He embraces her just as two friends wander in.
"Braxton!"
"Hey you two, this is my aunt, Octavia Bouchet. Octavia this is Skyler Sterling and Hawke Stone."
"Well it's very nice to meet you two."
The two say their greetings and drag Braxton away from the others.
"So everything is ready?"
Colby stares at Denver for a moment.
"I'm 18. I'm just finishing up my senior year of high school."
Colby quickly looks away in hopes that Denver cannot tell he is lying.
"Okay good, for a minute there I thought you might be younger than that. I apologize."
Colby forces a smile as they enter the mall parking lot. The car stops and Colby opens the door. Denver grabs his arm.
"Hold on a second... it was nice to meet you."
Colby looks back at Denver's smiling face.
"It was great to meet you too. We should do this again sometime. Here's my phone number."
Denver quickly types the number into his phone and gives Colby a peck on the cheek. Hoping that no one saw that, Colby leaves the car. Denver drives off and Colby walks in the building.
From across the parking lot, Claire watches as her brother leaves the car of a guy who must be a few years older than the two of them. She notes this as more suspicious behavior. She is startled by the sound of her phone.
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