Okay, this chapter's going to be a little longer than the other chapters, hope you like it! Please review!
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"Missy?" I asked through her door.
"Yeah?" she asked, and I heard her smack her gum. I cannot believe I am doing this.
"Will you…will you help me get ready?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Get ready for what?" she asked curiously.
"I have a date with Brady!" I exclaimed.
She opened her door, a strange expression on her face. "Are you sure?" she asked.
I nodded slowly. "Uh, yeah…"
"Not Collin?" she said carefully.
"No, I don't like Collin."
"Oh, um, okay, I just thought…never mind, I'm happy for you! You have a date with Brady! Okay, come one, I'll do your hair!"
She seemed so excited. But I couldn't get over the fact that she had reacted so strangely to my news. Collin? Why would I go out with Collin? "Ow!" I yelled as she came dangerously close to burning my ear.
"Oh quit whining," she said, and I could practically hear her roll her eyes. I did the same.
After she did my hair she moved on to makeup. She put on mascara, blush, and lip gloss. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I didn't recognize myself.
"Wow," I said. "Thanks Missy. I look great."
She grinned. "Yeah, you do."
I started to go into my room. "Where are you going?" Missy asked me.
"To get dressed?" I said, but it came out as a question.
"No you're not," she said. "Because you don't have anything even remotely date worth. Put this in," she said, throwing me a denim mini skirt and a purple V-neck sweater.
"Fine," I said, whining a little. I wanted to argue, but it was really cute, and I wanted Brady to think I looked good.
About five minutes after I got dressed, there was knock at the door. I took a deep breath.
"I'll get it!" I yelled, even though no one else was going to the door.
"Hi Brady," I said, opening the door.
"Hi Lacey," he replied. "You look…" he trailed off as if searching for words.
"Ridiculous?" I suggested.
"I was going for beautiful," he said, smiling.
"Aw! Aren't you guys just the cutest!" Missy said, rolling her eyes.
I turned to glare at my sister, leaning against the doorway.
"Come on Lacey," Brady said. "We're going to be late. I made reservations."
"Bye dad!" I yelled.
"Yeah, Bye," I heard him mutter from the living room, too engrossed in the TV to properly answer.
"So," I said, walking to his car. "Why the emphasis on reservations?"
"Well," he said, opening the door for me. "I never go to dinner, so I never get to make reservations."
We made small talk for the rest of the car ride. It was a little uncomfortable, but not overly so.
When we got to the restaurant, Brady walked around to open my door for me, but I got out before he reached the other side. He mock-glared at me.
"I was going to open it for you."
"Sorry to tell you this," I said, pretending to be serious. "But chivalry is dead."
He hung his head in mock disappointment.
When we got into the restaurant, some place In Forks, Brady walked up to the lady standing by a podium and said, "I have reservations under Brady." I laughed when he emphasized reservations again.
The lad showed to our table and we looked at the menus. I didn't know what to order. Most of the salads had meat in them. There was almost nothing vegetarian.
"Everything here has meat in it!" he exclaimed.
"No, I can get a salad of something," I said.
"Wrong!" he said. "Did you think I was going to sit here and eat something with meat in it while you're there with some little bowl of lettuce?" He laughed. "Come on," he said. "Let's go."
"We're leaving?" I asked, confused. "We just got here."
"This place is boring," he said. I laughed.
When we were back in the car, he asked me where I wanted to go.
"I don't know," I said. "What has stuff without meat?"
He contemplated that for a moment, then grinned and started driving. Before I knew it, we were parked in front of a grocery store. "What are we doing here?" I asked.
He grinned. "We're getting picnic supplies," he announced. "Come on."
I smiled. We bought potato salad, sandwich stuff and salad. Then we got back in the car and drove to the park in La Push.
Having a picnic turned out to be a great idea. It was so fun, and we ate everything. After we ate, it started raining, and we ran into the woods to be under cover.
"Lacey," Brady said, his face serious.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Can you keep a secret?"
"Of course I can!"
"That was probably bad wording. What I meant to say is, can you handle a secret,"
"I think so. Why?"
"Well…" he trailed off, looking uncomfortable. "You-you've heard the tribes legends, right?"
"Yeah, about the wolves. I used to love those stories when I was little. I thought they were true."
"Surprise!" he exclaimed.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"They are true," he said.
"Uh-huh, sure," I said.
"No, Lacey-"
"Yeah, okay, I get it. I make Save the Wolves posters, and so you make fun of me. Just because I believe in something! That's really low," I said, getting up and starting to walk away.
"Lacey!" he yelled. "I can prove it!"
I stopped and turned around. "This should be good," I said.
He sighed and walked into the woods. A few moments later, a giant wolf appeared in the clearing. I nearly choked on the air around me.
The wolf, appearing to notice me stiffen, stopped in his tracks. It looked at mea, and it's eyes were almost…pleading,
"B-Brady?" I asked cautiously. Oh great, now I'm going insane.
The wolf nodded. Nodded! A giant wolf just nodded at me! Oh my god.
I stepped closer, and the wolf stepped back.
"Just stay there," I said quietly. It did.
I reached forward and touched the wolf's fur. It was soft and warm. I wanted to hug the wolf, but I was afraid that would be weird.
"Wow," was all I could say. "Could you, uh, change back now?"
The wolf backed away, looking at me the whole time. A few moments later, Brady walked out of the woods.
I blinked, not knowing what to say.
"You weren't joking," I said.
He grinned. "Nope. I'm really a giant furry wolf."
"Wow."
"Yeah. You cool? You look a little pale."
"It's…a lot to take in," I said honestly.
"Well, I get it if you don't want to hang out with me any more. I mean, it's pretty weird…"
"Are your friends wolves too," I said, plainly ignoring his question.
He grinned. "Yeah. Jacob, Quil, Embry, Seth, Collin, Sam, Jared, Paul, and Leah?"
I didn't recognize some of the last names, but I nodded thoughtfully.
"So, you still like me, even though I turn into a giant wolf?" he asked.
"Yeah, I still like you. A lot."
He leaned forward, and so did I. It took a minute, but finally our lips met. It was amazing.
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Ooh! A little romance going on here! Whoo! Let me know what you think, okay?
