the real deal. callie.

[tyrone]

Word Count: 276
For: Callie Hale
Status: Complete
Lyrics: Danger by Hilary Duff

Tyrone eyed the lavish decorating in the home, standing alongside the open door looking rather masculine for the feminine home. He cleared his throat, still waiting on Ms. Hale, whom was to depart for Paris and still had the three hour drive to the airport. And then some. He was wearing a pair of light jeans as well as a white button up shirt, looking rather trim although he preferred his t-shirts and jackets. On some of the shelves there were framed photographs of people he didn't know. He had only met Ms. Hale and very soon, her granddaughter. He began to roll up the sleeves of his shirt, bringing them just up to his elbows then folding it over into place. Ty was a patient man, so he waited for the old woman to come down. He could hear her rattling around upstairs.

'Cause I see danger, danger, danger in your eyes
'Cause danger, danger, danger, you disguise
So baby lift your head up to the light
There's danger in those eyes
There's danger in your eyes

You belong to my darker side
You're a guy who sets a girl on fire
I can see myself falling in line
Like the hundred girls you had over time
And I want more
I am so sure
That I want more
I am so sure

Then Ms. Hale came down the stairs, fussing with something in her handbag. She looked at him, motioning him with her hand.

"Sit, sit. She will be here very soon. So you won't have very long to wait."

Tyrone walked towards the couch and sat down, leaning forwards with his elbows resting on his knees and his hands balled into a large fist, leaning against it with his chin. Soon after, as the old lady disappeared into the kitchen, he heard the sound of an engine rumbling outside. So, facing another kid with another alcoholic problem, Tyrone prepared himself for what was about to walk through the now closed door. Ms. Hale had prepared him as best she could, so now it was time to meet the real deal - Callie Hale.

[callie]

Callie yawned as she looked out the window and poured her self another cup of vodka in her private jet. She didn't care if she had something to drink, her grandma was supposed to be gone by the time she got there so she would just unpack, skip dinner and fall asleep. Then probably wake up a little later check her blood sugar and eat something. It sucked being diabetic while trying not to eat anything so you didn't get fat. She felt a hiccup pass her lips followed by a giggle as they landed at the small private air port a few hours from the town, Callie was excited to be staying alone in her grandma's large mansion.

She got into the long white limo and started drinking a bottle of water and quickly fell asleep as the alcohol set into her system. Her grandma knew about her drinking problem, that was one of the reasons she was going to stay there away from her father because she figured if you cut the situation out it would get better, that wasn't exactly true in Callie's case. It had become an addiction for her, an every day thing and she knew it was bad but it made her feel better. Callie changed out of her heels and white jeans and slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans, converse and a black and pink plaid jacket. It was getting late so it was a little cold.

The limo arrived and Callie got out and helped carry some of her stuff into the house, all of her bags pretty much took up the entire large entry way of the 3 story building. She noticed her grandma was still home along with a man and she slipped her sunglasses on over her eyes to hide the redness and drowsieness. She hugged her grandma and looked at the man. "Shouldn't you be gone by now?" She questioned before sitting down on the couch next to the large rather gorgeous man and looked between them. If this was her new grandpa, shed be ok with that.

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[tyrone]

Word Count: 316
Status: Complete

Tyrone made an effort to stand but Ms. Hale tsked her tongue, fussing for him to sit down by waving her hands at him. Eyeing the old woman, Tyrone sat. His hair wasn't neatly combed back like it usually would be. His hair wasn't as long now after a recent visit to the barber. It was cut rather short around the sides with more length in the front, allowing him to use a little gel to keep it up. Ty was in his early thirties - thirty three to be exact - but he still had his boyish looks with a mature edge, if it was possible. When he was serious you could see the fine lines, set jaw and dangerous eyes. But when he was playful or relaxed, his smile and dimples made him look younger, which let's admit, he wasn't complaining about it. Ty was putting off grey hairs for as long as possible.

Callie came through the door and behind her, Tyrone watched the white limousine. It hadn't budged, so he could only presume that it would be taking Callie's grandmother to the airport. Then his eyes flicked over to her as she talked to her grandmother, coming to sit down beside him. He looked at her without saying a word. Her eyes were moving between himself and her grandmother, and his eyes flicked between Callie and her grandmother.

"Honey, this is your addiction counsellor."

She announced, looking a bit guilty as she fiddled with her white gloved hands. Tyrone looked at Callie, expecting an outraged reaction.

"His name is Tyrone and he will be living here with you while I'm away."

The limousine's engine rumbled and the driver touched the heel of his hand lightly to the horn. The light honk reminded her grandmother that she was on a thin ice if she wanted to make it to the airport on time.