What If

Weirded Out

The cell phone ringing broke through his deep sleep. He opened his eyes and instead of reaching for the phone, he reached over to Kate's side to find no one there.

He was back in own Huntington Beach apartment, the clothes he'd worn to his parents the night before strewn on the floor. 

"Fuck," he mumbled as he reached over to grab his cellphone. "Hello? Oh...hey...yeah...I'll be right there."

He dropped the phone on the bed before turning over, letting his eyes stay closed for another moment. Then he popped up. He looked around and mumbled "Fuuuuck" again.

The clock said 9:23am. He threw back the covers and threw on some jeans, grabbed a pair of shoes and t shirt and left the room.

He pulled the front door open and saw the girl from the night before standing in front of him, wearing a long overcoat, a seductive smile on her face.

"Waiting for me by the door huh?" she asked.

He looked at her, trying to recall her name. What the fuck kind of dude didn't remember the names of the girls brought home? The kind you don't want to date your daughters that's who. "Hey," he said because he had nothing else to say.

She opened her coat to reveal she was wearing only some skimpy lingerie.

"That's totally see through," he said momentarily distracted.

"Merry Christmas," she purred.

"Christmas? Wait no...it can't be Christmas."

"It can be whatever day you want it to be, Bri," she replied.

Kate called him Bri...only she could say that so familiarly. He shook his head and closed the door behind him, running passed her to his Benz. 

"Brian?" she called after him. "Brian!"

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He pulled the Benz into the driveway and hopped out, racing to the front door to pound on it.

An older man in a Polo shirt opened it and stared at him as if he was crazy. "Can I help you?"

"Is Kate here?" Brian asked desperately "Does Kate live here?"

"Kate?" the older man asked "No, there's no one here named Kate."

"Damn, damn damn," Brian said slapping his hand against his thigh, not knowing what to do next.

"Are you okay?" the man asked a little more than weirded out.

"No...no I'm not," Brian said honestly.

The man must have felt his pain because his expression changed to concern. "Is there something I can do to help?"

Brian shook his head mournfully. "No man..but thanks..thanks anyway..I'm sorry to freak the fuck out of you this morning."

He made his way back to his car and began to pull out of the driveway. Not really knowing where to go next. For once in this life, he was totally lost. His cell phone rang again and this time it was Sanders.

"Hey Santa, where the fuck are you?"

"Matt?"

"Dude, you were supposed to be here an hour ago for breakfast. Michelle is going to kick my ass if you don't get here now. She's trying to use this as a get back in Brian's bed event."

"Just what I fucking need," Brian mumbled.

"Eh it's food," Matt offered. "Besides, we all know you two done. Val just wanted me to call so I can say I did my husbandly diligence. It's cool if you don't wanna come but to be honest..there is a shitload of food here and Riv and Cash are waiting to show you their new toys."

Brian didn't know what to say. 

"You still there?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, yeah...I'm here. All right...give me like thirty minutes and I'll head that way. I gotta take care of something first."

"Something or someone?" Matt said suggestively.

"Both."

Brian ended the call abruptly before calling his parents house. Suzy answered on the second ring.

"Merry Christmas, Brian!" she said happily.

"Merry Christmas, Suze," he said hastily. "I need your help."

"Sure, Brian...anything."

"I need Kate Bailey's phone number."