What Dreams Are Made Of

ONE YEAR LATER

*Calvin's POV*

"Welcome ta Nawlins." A very large man smiled at my dad, Brayden and I as he and another pick us up from the air port.

Here we are. New Orleans.

2 years since my moms passing.

Tucker, Colten, Ricky and I going so strong.

Lane, Ricky and I are great friends still.

Shay has been a light for me.

And unfortunately, Delilah and I cease to exist.

We still have dinners together with our parents.

I have no clue what in the hell happened.

I used to talk to her every day about everything, and now I can't even form a sentence.

But she changed.

She's changed with every new boyfriend she's gotten.

And due to that, I'm happy to be on this work trip with my dad.

The other guy just looked at him and sighed. "In Davis speak, welcome to New Orleans." He smiled. "It's nice to see you again John."

"You too Mike." Dad smiled.

"And you two." He looked at us. "I haven't see you two since you were a baby Brayden." He smiled.

"You two probably don't remember, but this is Mike Sawyer. He, Davis and I served together for a tour."

"Huh." I smiled. "That's kind of cool."

"Y'all aint met me. Mike don't take me on them there fancy trips." Davis rolled his eyes.

"What?" Brayden whispered and looked at me.

I pursed my lips and shook my head. "No clue." I whispered.

Mike laughed. "You'll learn through out the week." He smiled. "Y'all are going to be staying at my place for the week. My ex-wife and daughter will be there for you boys while I've got your dad in training. My home is your home."

"Ex wife?" Dad raised his eyebrows. "You and your wife got divorced?"

Mike nodded. "2 years ago. We're still best friends, still live together just in separate rooms, there just came a time where we realized that the way we love each other is as parents and friends."

"She my girl friend now." David nodded.

Mike just looked at Davis and scrunched his face. "In what world, do you think you could land Hannah Perez?" He shook his head.

"Whoah." I held a hand up. "Like, model, Hannah Perez?"

"Ah yes." Mike nodded. "Met her at a US open, we did long distance through out the remainder of my tours, once I discharged I went down to Boca Raton and got her, and now, for the rest of my life, I have the privilege of telling people that I fumbled the bag." He looked at me. "That's the right way to use that, right? Haven says it a lot."

"Yeah." I nodded. "That was good."

"Thank you." He smiled. "Hannah and Haven are at the house getting some lunch around, we start off training tomorrow and we're going to go to my Ma and Pa's for dinner after. Brayden, Calvin, are you two ok with sharing a room?"

"Yes sir." I nodded. "Thank you."

"Now no sir." He shook his head. "While you're here you're family. Mike." He pat my shoulder.

"Mike." I smiled.

"Lets get going." He waved us through the air port.

Mike and Davis are honestly so nice.

They carried Brayden and I's bags out to his truck.

I feel like even after the week is over I'm going to have difficulties understanding Davis. But that's ok.

We pulled up to a beautiful house on the water on the outskirts of the city, and Mike and Davis grabbed Brayden and I's bags again.

He lead us up to the house, and the minute we stepped through the door he screamed. "Hannah!"

"What!" Was yelled through the house.

"Woman!" He yelled.

"You're going to drive me to drink damn it!" A tall brunette came walking to their living room.

"So pretty." Mike nodded. "So pleasant." He sighed. "Hannah, this is John, Calvin, and Brayden Truitt."

"Hi John." She smiled and held her hand out. "Heard a lot of stories about you."

"Oh no." He groaned.

She laughed. "All funny." She looked at Brayden and I. "And this must be Calvin." She pointed at me. "And Brayden."

"Yes ma'am." I smiled. "And, Brayden's shy. He might not talk for a little while." I nodded.

"Well that's ok." She rubbed his shoulder. "Haven was like that too for a while. You boys hungry?"

"Say yes." Davis fake coughed.

"Starving." I nodded.

Brayden nodded too.

"Then come on in the kitchen." She waved us in.

We were about to follow when someone cleared their throat from behind us.

We all turned, and there was a little Hispanic girl sitting on the stairs.

"Hi Angel." Mike smiled.

"Hi Daddy." She smiled. "And uh, rule number one. You're going to be surrounded by Greek women this weekend, and we're Hispanic." She nodded. "When they ask you if you're hungry, always say yes." She got up and walked over. She held her hand out. "Haven."

"Calvin." I shook her hand.

My god, she's pretty.

Pretty little Hispanic girl with green eyes, curly hair all the way down past her waist, shiny smile.

Fat ass.

I feel myself going back to my old ways, that I may have picked back up in the middle of 8th grade again and dropped 2 months ago because Delilah told me I was disgusting, before she went and got yet again, a new boyfriend.

Why am I think about Delilah when there's a pretty girl in front of me?

"Have guys ever had a snow ball?"

Brayden and I both shook our heads. "We live in Florida."

She laughed. "Not that kind of snow ball. Here, a snow ball is a decked out snow cone. Daddy can we get snow balls later? Or take them to the creamery?"

"Well sure baby. John is that ok?"

"Well, I am working, but they are on vacation. They can do whatever they please as long as they abide by my rules and yours." Dad smiled.

"Does that mean I can also take them on the boat some time this week?" She smiled.

Mike laughed. "I'm sure it's not a problem."

Well, these people are nice.

A week in New Orleans should be good.