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*15 Years Later*

SAMANTHA'S POV

Wow Paul would be late picking me up. I told him an hour! Did he know how to count? One freaking hour! Crossing my arms, I leaned against the building, looking left and right down the parking lot. Nope, no Paul.

Okay to say I was pissed is an understatement. I had come all this way to find Dr. Carlisle Cullen and he doesn't even work here anymore! I mean, I guess I should have expected that because my mom's diary was from fifteen years ago, but still! I came from Seattle to find a guy that apparently dropped off the face of the Earth.

And where the hell is Paul? I kicked a stick on the sidewalk and it went flying into the street. I stared at it for a minute, contemplating picking it up, but instead it got run over by a car. Aw, poor stick. The car rolled to a stop in front of me, but I was just looking at the poor crushed stick under its back wheel.

"Hey baby, need a ride?"

My head shot up as I took in my poor stick's murderer. Brady.

"No," I muttered.

"Well then I guess you'll have to walk home," he shrugged.

"Actually, my best friend Paul's picking me up," I said, crossing my arms and grinning widely.

"Actually, he sent me to pick you up."

I gasped, "That asshole!"

"Yeah but now you get to spend time with me!" Brady sang, smiling.

"I'd rather walk."

Brady sighed, shaking his head back and forth, "You know this is going to go down two ways. Either you get in the car or I pick you up and forcibly throw you into the car."

I threw my head back and groaned loudly. Brady was right. He would throw me into the car if I didn't get in. Rolling my eyes, I got into his dirty, black truck. He patted me on the head, looking like he'd won a million dollars.

"Good job," he said.

"Shut up."

We drove for a while, Brady humming happily to a song that I'd never heard before. It was very annoying I must say. Stupid Brady.

"Do you mind?" I asked when he started going all vibrato.

"Nah it's fine, you can be in here," he said, continuing to hum.

"That's not what I meant," I muttered, crossing my arms tightly over my chest.

Brady chuckled to himself, "So why did I have to pick you up at the maternity ward?"

I shrugged, "Because Paul's fun to make angry."

Brady nodded, "I agree. Until he pushes you into buildings," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Hmm, maybe Paul's not so bad.

"Okay well I don't know what you said to Paul, but when he came back to Sam and Emily's he looked all freaked out."

I laughed out loud, "That's what I was going for!"

"Oh yeah and one more thing," Brady muttered.

"What?"

"Just fair warning… they might give you uh… the talk."

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"Welcome home, Samantha. Please, sit down," Emily said, gesturing to the couch. I looked between Sam and Emily and then slowly made my way to the couch. They stood in front of me, Emily smiling like a moron and Sam looking like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"Er… what's up?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Samantha," Emily began, "We understand that you grew up differently, and that certain things may not have been explained to you. Sex is something-"

"Whoa whoa whoa," I stopped her, holding up my hands, "You really don't have to do this."

"Samantha, Paul seemed very concerned about your… knowledge when he came to us today. He highly recommended that we talk to you about this."

I shook my head, standing up, "I really don't need the talk, Emily. I'm fifteen."

"But Paul said-"

"Paul and I had a… misunderstanding," I explained, trying not to burst out laughing.

"Oh… well then if you're sure you don't have any… questions," Emily said, looking like a deeply concerned parent. I don't buy it.

"I promise. No questions," I told her, slowly backing out of the room. When they were no longer in sight, I sighed in relief and turned around to face a giant group of men. Who, evidently, all looked like they were about to die of silent laughter. Except Paul of course, who just looked scared.

"Eavesdropping is not very attractive, you know," I told them.

"Sorry kid, this was something we couldn't pass up," one of them laughed, "Sam giving you the talk! Who would have thought!"

"Samantha, you should have listened," Paul said quietly.

"Why do you care?" one of them asked Paul.

Paul, who looked a little sick, ran his hands through his hair. I started to feel a little like my trick was going too far, but then I shook it off. This was too freaking hilarious. I could hear Sam and Emily coming in behind me, muttering to each other.

"Samantha, if you don't tell them, I will," Paul said, taking a deep breath.

"Oh god, Paul don't," I told him. Yeah if Paul announced that I was pregnant (which I'm NOT!) then Sam would probably die on the spot.

"Sam, Emily," Paul said, standing up, "Today, I took-"

"Paul! Stop-"

"Samantha to the hospital because she's pregnant!" Paul said, taking a deep breath when he was finished like he was getting something horrible off his chest. Wow Paul, now I have to clean this mess up.

Everyone stared at me, eyes wide and jaws on the floor. And then Sam began to tremble and even when Emily told him to calm down, it was like he was spazzing. I whirled around when I heard a chair fall over behind me to see Brady spazzing out, too. And then a bunch of guy's grabbed him and pulled him out of the room.

"Sam!" I yelled, "I'm not pregnant! Calm the fuck down!"

Slowly, his shaking stopped and he closed his eyes. I could feel all eyes on me still… well more like all eyes on my stomach.

"But… you told me…" Paul trailed off, his finger pointing at me weakly.

That's when I lost it, "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAH OH MY GOSH! I CAN'T BELIEVE AHAHHA YOU BELIEVED ME! AHAHAH!"

"You little fucker!" Paul yelled as all the guys started laughing, too. Even Sam cracked a smile, so I knew I was in the clear.

"AHAHAH HAHAH AH AHAHAHHAHA AHAHAH!"

And that was the first time ever I bonded with Sam's friends… or well… anyone.

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"So Samantha," Collin started, tossing a chunk of bread up and catching it in his mouth, earning a smack on the back of the head from Emily, "If you aren't pregnant, why were you at the hospital?" I rolled my eyes, trying to think of a good excuse. Casually, I put my feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch. We were in the living room, just me and Collin. Everyone else left. Oh yeah, and Sam and Emily were putting their spawn to sleep.

I shrugged, "No reason."

Part of me just wanted to come right out and ask. Where is Carlisle Cullen? But I didn't want anyone to know that I was searching for him. It would evoke way too many questions.

"Ha! Right," Collin snorted, "Come on, tell us-"

"WHO'S THE FATHER?"

I jumped ten feet in the air, whipping my head towards the front door. It banged as it hit the wall, Brady standing there with the freaking doorknob in his hand. He looked… well beyond pissed. Weird, I thought he would find it hilarious if I was actually pregnant. I shrugged it off, telling myself he was just Bipolar. Or maybe he was menstruating. Stupid Brady.

"The… fa- why do you care?!" I yelled, trying to mess with him. I didn't appreciate being scared like that in front of other people. Actually, I didn't appreciate being scared like that at all. But especially because of Brady.

"I'm gonna rip his freaking head off!" Brady fumed. Wow, someone has a temper.

"Calm down dude," Collin muttered.

"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!" Brady yelled, pacing back and forth. He banged his fist into the wall, running his other hand through his hair.

"He's like thirty, you probably won't be able to kill him," I snorted.

"Samantha, stop," Collin warned, "He won't think it's f-"

"THIRTY?" he roared, coming towards me and grabbing my upper arms, "I'll kill him. I swear I will just tell me where he is!"

"Ouch! What the fuck Brady, you're hurting me!" I yelled, trying to worm my way out of his grasp. It wasn't working and bruises were probably going to form.

"TELL ME!"

"I-I-"

"Whoa, what's going on?" Sam asked, rushing down the stairs. He looked at me, and then Brady's giant ass hands around my stick arms.

"Brady, let her go," Sam said calmly, "You're going to hurt her."

"NO!" he growled, his eyes boring into mine.

"Chill Brady," I said, trying to remain calm but it was pretty hard to do considering my arms were breaking! "I'm not pregnant. It was a joke!"

He was quiet, his eyes searching my face. I felt like I was talking to the Hulk or something. He better not yell Hulk smash and break me because I will be pissed and that is a promise.

"I don't believe you," he growled, "You're lying. You don't trust me." Well yeah obviously, you're crushing my bones with your fingers of fucking steel.

"I'm not lying," I promised, "I'm not pregnant."

"Then why were at the hospital?" he whispered, panic all over his face.

I looked over at Sam, hoping he would have some kind of excuse for me but he looked just as lost as me. Collin leaned forward a little. Wow, he was such a gossip.

"Because… because I wanted to find someone," I told him honestly. Honestly was probably my best bet in this situation.

"Who?" he pressed.

"None of you business," I spat, tugging my arms. He still wouldn't let go.

"Tell me. I can't let go until you tell me," he said, his eyebrows furrowing in the middle.

"Just a doctor," I told him, "A doctor that doesn't work there anymore. It was a waste of time, it doesn't matter anyway."

"Tell me who!" he said, his eyes wide.

"That's enough Brady," Sam interrupted, stepping forward. Oh well now he decides to help.

"No," Brady growled again, not looking at Sam. Like a freaking animal! He growled like an animal!

Sam sighed, taking another step forward, "Brady, I command you to let go of Samantha right now!"

Sam's voice seemed to shake the walls. Talk about wind pipes! Man that guy can yell. Slowly, Brady's hands fell away from my arms. They felt a little numb and I was about to say something rude and demeaning to Brady, but he suddenly looked extremely upset and sprinted out of the room. I tell ya, those Bipolars are pretty confusing sometimes.

I looked at Sam incredulously, "And why didn't you just start with that?" I asked, eyebrows raised.

Sam shrugged, smirking a little, "I was curious, too."

He chuckled to himself and turned on his heal, walking back up the stairs. My mouth fell open, that ass! I could hear Collin laughing from beside me, obviously impressed with Sam's antics. I kicked him in the shin with my sneaker, which shut him up pretty quickly. Serves him right.

But to tell the truth, I was pretty impressed with Sam, too.

But I'll deny it if you ever tell anyone.

Maybe Samantha likes Sam this way. Not some weird control freak, but a smooth cool guy? I don't know, just an idea hahaha. I COMMAND YOU TO REVIEW!

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