Falling for Brady: An Imprint's Story

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A/N: Yes, I'm back. Enjoy the chapter and let me know how much you liked it!

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I Don't Want To Hear It

I paced around my room nervously, wanting to pick up the phone to call Brady. I needed to hear his deep husky, almost raspy voice, speaking sweetly to me. I've missed him so much, even though, I spent all day with him in Seattle yesterday. I wasn't happy with the amount of time that I spent with him, I needed more of him. I couldn't be away from him for so long. I needed him as the air I use for breathing. He was very essential in my life.

The pain of hurting him was consuming me little by little. I was seriously thinking of running away from home, just to avoid that force-by-my-mother date. I weighed out the options and if I ran away, my father would make me live with him. I would've to move to North Carolina, away from my Brady. I decided that I was going to endure it!

The afternoon continued to get more confusing and miserable as the minutes ticked by. Haliee called me and told me that her car broke down. Thus, she wouldn't be able to save me from my date. There went my escape plan! Seth also called to excuse himself, he wasn't going to come either. The pack had an emergency and they needed all the wolves to search for a vampire. This meant that Brady wasn't going to be able to make it either.

I pondered whether to call Brady or not. I didn't want to sound so clingy or annoying. I knew that his first job was to protect the citizens of La Push from vampires. I understood perfectly, but I didn't want it to be that way. His safety was my priority and knowing that he was exposing his life to save the lives of others set me in a nervous state. I wanted to be supportive and provide emotional encouragement to him, but deep down I didn't want him to be doing this for a lifetime.

I walked to my night table and picked up my Blackberry phone. I was going to call Brady and tell him about the date that my mother set up for me to go. I was going to be honest, whether it killed me or not. I couldn't live one more minute with the anguish and the suffering. I was going to get this over with. If he forgave me for my deceit, I would treasure him even more. If he dumped me and hated me, I would suffer- a lot-but at least, I wouldn't feel so miserable and dishonest.

I dialed his number (memorized it the first day he gave it to me!) and waited for him to answer. The phone rang eleven times, before it sent me straight to his voicemail. I hung up the phone and threw myself on my bed. I could feel the hot tears streaming down my face as I clutched to my Hello Kitty pillow. I felt so despondent and depress for lying. I was hurting many people. I didn't want to feel so helpless and afraid. I wanted to shout and scream!

"Les, we'll be leaving in fifteen minutes." my mother said as she knocked softly on the door.

I didn't answer, just pulled my pillow closer to my chest and hid my face behind my hair. She opened the door and poked her head inside. She was dressed very casual, yet elegant. Her straight hair was pulled back into a tidy ponytail, her bangs were pulled to the side and her makeup was flawless. My mother was looking beautiful. She was smiling radiantly as if she was the one going on a date.

"Are you ready?" she asked, waiting for me to reply. I rolled on my tummy and looked away from her.

"Yes, I'm ready." I said curtly, throwing the pillow on the floor and wiping my tears with the back of my hand.

"Just leave me alone, please." I said, not wanting to talk to her.

She closed the door and left me to wallow in my misery for fifteen minutes more. The ride to Port Angeles was tedious, long and nerve wrecking. I didn't speak to my parents. I just sat in the backseat of my mother's BMW with my arms crossed over my chest and my eyes fixed on the window, staring at the plain boring green scenery. We arrived to the restaurant where we were going to be eating with my mother's damn friend and her family.

I really hated her and her son. They could both go straight to hell and burn there for all I care. My mother could go too if she wanted, but then I would be sad and miss her when she was gone, so she better stay with me!

Joshua parked the car and we went straight into the Italian restaurant. I don't even remember the name of the restaurant. It wasn't important. I was just in let's-get-this-over mode. I wanted to return home and call Brady to tell him what happened. I really wanted to apologize in person.

"Leslie, sit straight." my mother hissed, slapping my forearm with her napkin.

"I don't care if you're sad or depressed… force a damn smile when they get here."

My mother stood from her seat and walked to the other side of the table to where I sat. She tucked a few wild strands of my hair away from my face and fixed my strapless dress. She even tightened the headband that held my hair away from my face.

"Mom, I just want to go back home!" I whined, pulling her hands away from my dress.

"Leslie, I don't want to hear it!" she said, hushing me with her gaze.

I rolled my eyes at her, shrugging every time she tried to fix my necklace or earrings. It was really embarrassing having my mother treat me like a little kid.

"Mom, enough!" I mumbled, getting up from my seat and heading to the bathroom. I didn't care if I stayed in there for an eternity. I rather smell the dirty water of the toilet than tolerate my mother's obnoxious behavior.

Thirty minutes passed by and I was still in the bathroom stall. I was sitting on the damn toilet, my arms crossed and a pout that could last an eternity on my lips.

A knock on the door startle me, bringing me back to reality. "Ma'am, there are other customers that would like to use the bathroom." a female voice said.

"I will leave the bathroom when I'm done. I have diarrhea and I'm vomiting. Please, respect my privacy!" I shouted furiously.

"Madam, I understand. It's just that there are other patrons that need to use the bathroom as well. Perhaps… you should go to a hospital." she said, trying to reason with me and sound polite.

I really didn't care. I was being a naughty Leslie. I didn't care if there were other people with problems with their bladder nor had anal leakage. I was staying here all night if I had to.

"I'm a patron of this restaurant too. I deserve the same kind of respect. The customer is always right. If you keep on making me feel worst, I will complain to the manager. You should have built more bathrooms!" I yelled, throwing a toilet paper roll at the door. "Let me finish my business in peace! Damn it!"

I stayed fifteen minutes more in the bathroom when a loud knock on the door surprised me. I almost fell from where I was sitting. There was no use in staying there. I knew that my mother would come to get me and really cause a scene. She was Latina, she didn't care if they saw her reprimand her daughter. She was all about discipline, respect and then a hug and a kiss to show me that she loved me very much.

I opened the door and found many faces scowling at me. I didn't really give a damn about any of them. I managed to sulk in solitude without anyone staring at me. At least, I felt better- a little better.

"Finally!" someone mumbled as I walked down the hall filled with women that needed to use the bathroom.

"Geez, how rude!" an old lady hissed and rolled her eyes at me. I flipped my finger at her in the most uncivilized manner possible and muttered fuck you, very clearly so she could hear and understand it.

Yes, I was mad and pissed-still. I didn't care about my manners. I felt like a sailor cursing my way down the hall until I reached the sitting area. I spotted my mother smiling and laughing at her friend. The table was filled with two other guests.

The person, who I presume was my mother's co-worker sat next to her and beside my stepdad, sat an elder man. They were laughing pleasantly and exchanging words. There was no sign of my date. He probably got sick and stayed home. Oh, how I wished that that was the reason! I crossed my fingers as I walked to our table.

I had the biggest smile on my lips as I took my seat. My mother gave me a surprised look, arching her eyebrow suspiciously at me.

"Good afternoon." I said sheepishly, putting my napkin on my lap. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you!" I said so politely that I was so proud of myself.

I watched my stepdad stifle a laugh. My mother was eyeing me curiously.

"Oh, aren't you a sweetheart!" my mother's friend exclaimed, reaching for my hand across the table. I took hers in mine and smiled graciously at her.

"You are just as beautiful as your mother said." she said, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "Look Joel, isn't she a lovely young lady."

Joel, her husband smiled and nodded courteously. "She is, my darling Nilda. A beautiful young woman." he said.

So my mother's friend's name was Nilda. It was nice to put a name to her face. It went perfectly with her smile. She was much younger than her husband. Her smile was bright, decorated by two dimples that softened her appearance. Her eyes were light green and lively.

Ok, I rushed to the conclusion of hating her. I couldn't hate her, she was lovely and kind.

"Leslie," my mother said, trying to get my attention. I smiled at Nilda before I turned to face my mother.

"Nilda's son won't be joining us for dinner tonight!" she said, forcing a smile to hide her scowl.

"Ohh noo! How disappointing!" I said dramatically, trying to hide my pleasure and happiness. "I was so looking forward to it!"

I tuned to look at Nilda and offered her a dejected smile. My mother huffed at me and sat straight in her seat. She knew that I was relieved! I could dance MC Hammer's 'Can't Touch This' on top of the dining table. I was extremely happy!

Nilda looked at her husband and stared back at me with a face of utter admiration. I was a great actress! I could've won an Oscar for best film at hiding true emotions! That should be a category when giving away Oscars-yep, it should!

"Oh, don't fret yourself, sweetie!" Joel said in a soft voice. "He'll join us for the second part of the date. He got held back at work. He called a few minutes ago to tell us that he's going to make it to the movie." he said.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why must I suffer like this?! There goes my happiness. I turned to see my mother, she was smiling triumphantly. It was her motivation to see me suffer. I knew that she took pleasure in my misery.

"Oh-" I chocked, trying hard to smile at Nilda and Joel.

Damn it, why? Why was life so complicated and hard?

"That's nice to hear." I muttered, taking a long sip of my iced cold water.

"Isn't it Leslie? Weren't you happy to come today?" my mother said sarcastically.

Meanie! How could she enjoy my suffering so much?

I barely touched my food. It was hard to digest with the pain and agony that I was suffering. My mother was enjoying every single aspect of the night. It was like fuel for her soul. As if she was avenging all the embarrassing moments her mother did to her when she was my age. It had to be that, because the smile on her face was that of a she-devil! It was scary! The satisfaction in her smile was terrifying!

After dinner, we followed Nilda and Joel to the newest Mega Cinema that they'd just finished building in Port Angeles. It was completely packed. I sighed deeply as I walked through the entrance after Joshua handed me my movie ticket.

The lobby was full, and the lines to the concession stands were long. Nilda linked her arm to mine and stood beside me as we waited for our turn to buy popcorn and a soda. We talked about the weather and how I was doing in school. It was kind of her to help me focus on something positive other than the horrendous date that would be taking place in less than forty minutes.

Nilda's phone rang, startling us in the process. She gave me a sheepish grin as she dug into her purse to retrieve it.

"Hello!" she said in a melodious voice. "Oh, honey is you. We're waiting in line at the concession stand. Dad already bought your tickets and your brothers." she said, grinning happily. She said something else, but I just completely blocked her.

"Yes, we'll wait for you. Oh and hon, she is adorably cute." she said jovially, ending the conversation and placing the phone in her other hand.

"Your son?" I asked despondent, forcing a smile.

Nilda nodded and linked her arm in mine again. She was such a chirpy person, just like Haliee. I wondered if Haliee would be like this when she grows much older.

She turned around and began to scan the lobby. She waved her hand at someone, but I couldn't see among the sea of faces.

"There they are!" she exclaimed, pointing toward three tall men entering the lobby. They had copper skin, so very Native American. They were dressed fashionably, but they walked with a cocky attitude that I hated.

I turned around and avoided looking at them as they approach. The line continued to move, so I removed my arm away from Nilda. She was too distracted waiting for her son or sons. I didn't care anymore. I was going to watch a movie for free and eat a lot of popcorn. Shit, I would stuff my mouth with as much popcorn as possible, just like a squirrel. I was going to embarrass the crap out of her son. That was my mission and my promise!

"Sweetie," said Nilda as she tapped my shoulder softly. I spun around ready to face my opponent. "These are my two sons and my nephew." she said happily, taking my hand in hers.

Oh, holy fucks! How twisted can life be? I should've screamed right in front of Nilda and her gorgeous sons. In fact, I should've jumped him.

Before me was the most beautiful man ever. His smile was like an addiction to me. His eyes were so green with starburst of every shade of browns around his pupils. I must have been dreaming! In my life, I've never experience such joy! It was love at first sight all over again!

All of a sudden I felt a hand on mine, it was warm and it felt so soothing and caring. I looked down at our hands entwined together so perfectly. My heart was beating too fast, my breath was coming in short gaps, but I felt fine! I was happy! I was thrilled and excited at the amazing turn of events.

"Leslie, these are my sons Sean Angel and Braden Joel and my nephew Micah." Nilda said. Nilda was happy, but not as happy as me!

My frustration and agony were slowly melting away into nothing. All I felt in me was joy and happiness at having him in front of me.

"Braden Joel, it's an honor to finally meet your acquaintance. You don't know how much I was looking forward to seeing your face." I said brazenly, getting on my tiptoes and kissing his cheek softly.

"You can call me Brady! I prefer Brady… if you don't mind!" he said shyly, running soothing circles with his thumb on my hand.

"Brady is such a beautiful name." I gushed, ignoring Sean's or Micah's laughter. I saw my mother from the corner of my eye coming towards us.

My mother cleared her throat and placed her hand on my shoulder. I turned to face her with a blissful smile on my lips.

"I told you that you two would hit it off splendidly!" she whispered in my ear, winking at me as they all left, leaving Brady and I standing alone in the congested line.

I'd to say that mamma knows best!

A/N: Yes, it was Brady! I loved the way it turned out! Leslie was so frustrated and she was suffering so much, that I had to give her a happy ending for this chapter. She is a happy girl now. Can life get any better for her? Yep! R&R!