Written with the help of TwilightDreamer.22
Brady imprint story, enjoy(:
Sophia's POV
"Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we should dance"- Unknown
Congestive Heart Faliure.
I bet those words aren't used in your daily vocabulary. They probably aren't in your vocabulary at all. You're lucky because not only are those three words a part of my everyday vocabulary, the basically define my entire life. The biggest problem for most sixteen year old girls is finding a date to prom, but mine, is hoping I get a seventeenth birthday. I try to be optimistic because if I'm going to have a short life, I might as well try to enjoy it. It's hard to try to pretend to be normal when you spend more time in hospital beds than your own.
"Sophia, what about this?" my cousin Callie, my only friend in Forks, asked while holding up a bright pink onesie. We made the trip to Port Angles with the intentions to only look at baby merchandise for Callie's sister but after two hours and three pair of shoes later, we are just getting to the baby department of the store.
"It's kind of plain," I commented while picking up an obnoxiously large pink teddy bear. 35.50!? I don't even think Paris Hilton herself got thirty five dollar stuffed animals.
We went through racks of little pink lacy dresses and dozen of onesie. We picked out two purple and pink dresses and cute matching baby shoes. Callie thought the thirty five dollar teddy bear was necessary although I somehow convinced her that the stuffed animal would look better on the store shelf. Looking at baby stuff is always bittersweet for me considering becoming a mom is one of the many things I've came to the painfully conclusion will never happen for me. I'm living a short restricted life and many of things I want to do, I won't get the chance too. I need time to do most of things I want to and time is definitely something I do not have.
We started to walk back down the mall, Callie wanted to stop at almost every store but I managed to keep her walking. We came up to the food court and waited in line for Burger King. As I looked around at all the people, laughing and having a good time. One couple stood out to me, she had strawberry blond hair and was fashionably dressed. The boy she was with had short brown hair and as far as I could tell brown eyes, they were sitting by the water fountain eating their food. The way he looked at her had even me falling for him. The look in his eyes, he looked so happy and in love. I have never in my life seen anyone look at someone like that. It was pure love. I could only wish someone would ever look at me that way. I knew no one could ever do that, no matter how normal I tried to act.
"You can't expect to lead a normal life, no teenage boy in their right mind is ready for the responsibility you and your condition bring," my mother words play like a broken record in my head every time I think about this issue.
Her point has proven more than once but I'm still waiting for someone to prove her wrong. It's not like I've never been in any relationships before. I dated boys throughout my freshman and sophomore when my health was more stable, but infrequent hospital stays and doctor's appointment make keeping a relationship close to impossible. I still have the slightest bit of hope that I'll find someone to make my life a little more interesting and a little less boring. I'm not sure why I have hope in this area. I think after reading hundreds of books during my hospital stays and watching countless romance movies, I have it set in my mind that I'll get a happy ending. My optimism is going to kill me one day, literally.
Another boy walked up to the couple and I felt like my eyes were glued to him. He was gorgeous, more gorgeous than any other boy I've ever seen. He was easily above six feet tall and his skin was a dark russet colored that contrasted perfectly with the white of his wife beater. He had to be freezing though, it's November and Port Angeles is definitely not Cancun when it comes to weather. He is one of those guys that you can't help to stare at even though you know they're totally out of your league.
"They're part of the La Push gang, you should stop staring" Callie said with obvious disgust lingering in her voice as she handed the cashier one of her hundreds of credit cards. If there is one thing our family has, it's money. A lot of people believe that money can buy you happiness, but it can't. I'd trade in all my designer clothes and purses for a family that actually genuinely cared any day.
"La Push gang?" I questioned. I hadn't hear about any gangs and I was pretty sure I remember hearing La Push is a Indian Reservation. I didn't think boys on reservation formed gangs.
"They're the rez boys. There is like 8 of them, that's Brady and Collin, the girl is Collin's girlfriend, Carmela. They're all like freakishly huge drug dealers or something. It's so weird, they like put claims on certain girls too," Callie explained with wide eyes. Callie could gossip like no other person I know. She think she knows everything too so once she hears a rumor from a "reliable source" it becomes fact in her mind. I've never had the desire to gossip like she does. I've been the topics of many rumors in my lifetime. My hospital stays have miraculously turned into drug and eating disorder rehab through the mouths of others.
"What do you mean that they put claims on girls?" I asked confused.
"They won't let them go once they find the girl they want. One of the older guys, Embry, has a girlfriend and she moved here with her adoptive family and when they moved back, he wouldn't let her leave with them," she paused and contunied, "I think they pimp them out or something," she added seriously.
I looked over again and our eyes connected for a second. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment for getting caught staring but embarrassment was covered up by an emotion I have never felt before. It felt like something was pulling me towards him and I didn't feel right standing all the way over here when he was over there. I looked away and back at Callie.
"I think you're the next chosen one, he's walking over here," Callie whispered with a laugh and grabbed her food from the pimple ridden cashier.
"Hi," his deep voice rang in my ears. Was he actually talking to me? God, he looked even better close up. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown and his hair was jet black that fell a little before his eyes. His body was impressive and I silently wondered what it would be like to held in those arms. I assumed it will feel a lot better than being held by my gangly ex boyfriend, Ben.
"Hi," I stuttered out pathetically. Nice Sophia, just make yourself look like you've never been in front of a guy before!
"Why haven't I ever met you?" he asked with a dreamy expression plastered over his face. I still couldn't understand why he was looking at me like that. Why wasn't he trying to talk to Callie? She was a lot prettier than me with her exotic green eyes and super long and skinny legs. Callie explained to me one day that there are different versions of "pretty". Callie describes herself as the "sexy pretty", the kind used for lingerie models. Then there is the type of pretty where you really have to look closely at someone to see that they're good looking. She puts me in the category of the "pretty in the bring home to your mom type way". It's not a bad thing, but with that hickey that's the size of a quarter on his neck, he shouldn't be looking for the type like me.
"I live in Forks, I just moved from Seattle though," I replied and looked around desperately for something to look at instead of his eyes. They held way too much affection and I couldn't concentrate on making sentence if I had to look into them.
He nodded, "That's cool, I'm Brady," he said with a smile that made me feel like my heart was melting. Focus Sophia!
"I'm Sophia," I said and tried to return the smile although I'm sure it was nothing compared to his.
"You're..you're beautiful," he said and Callie scoffed loudly behind me. His voice sounded so sincere that I almost fell for it. I may not have much experience with love, but I'm not naive.
"As beautiful as the girl that did that to your neck?" I asked with a smirk and Callie tried and failed to not laugh.
His face dropped in shock, "No, a lot better," he replied simply and ran his hand through his black hair nervously.
I laughed which caused him to smile, "Well thanks, I think."
"Why'd you move to Forks? I don't think anyone has moved there in years," he asked while succesfully changing the topic.
"We came to be closer to my family," I lied and I don't know why. It felt better than saying truth, that's all I knew.
He nodded in response and I sighed internal relief that he believed it. He would never assume what the truth was but getting caught in a lie was always an embarrassing thing.
"Let's go Sophia, I have work at six," Callie's voice called from behind me and I had honestly forgot I was with her for a few minutes. I swear I could hear jealously in her voice which I didn't understand, didn't she just describe them as freakishly huge drug dealers two minutes ago?
"I gotta go, I'll see you around." I said and that obviously was not good enough for him.
"Wait Sophia! Can I have your number? We can hang out sometimes," he said the last part nervously and more like a question then a statement. It made me smile slightly to realize I could actually have that effect on someone that looked as good as Brady did.
The rational part of me was telling me not to. It screamed things like he wouldn't be interested in me if he knew what was wrong with me, I'm not the type of girl he wants, and I could never keep up with the beautiful girls that must catch his eye everyday. My gut told me to do it though. My life was just too boring and I needed something new and interesting, even if it would possibly hurt me in the end.
"Sure, lemme see your phone," I said and he handed me an old flip phone that looked like it had been through World War III. Our hands brushed for a second and his hands felt like he had just taken them out of an oven.
"Wow you're really hot!" I exclaimed without thinking and blushed immediately after. "I meant your hand..like you're warm," I stuttered wishing the ground would just swallow me now.
"Are you sure that's what you meant?" he teased and my cheeks turned a brighter shade of pink as I saved my number into his phone
"Oh yeah, I'm postive." I said with a smile, "Bye Brady."
"Bye Sophia," he said. There was so much adoration in the way he said my name is made me have the impulse to turn around and kiss him.
While we were walking to the car I realized that I actually might like living here if everyone looked like how Brady did. I could be normal too because they didn't know me too be anything different. It was perfect.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Review please(: