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SPOV
It's been a week. He has to call me. And apologize, or at least explain his irrational behavior. I mean he didn't really mean what he said.
Did he?
BPOV
Of course she was going to call. She was probably miserable without me.
Not that I wasn't more than miserable without her...
But my will power was probably stronger than hers. I could hold out longer.
Right?
SPOV
Okay, two weeks... Maybe he lost the phone number?
BPOV
It's been two weeks. Maybe she's not that miserable after all...
SPOV
God, why'd I have to be so stupid? He was probably so mad; he had steam coming out of his ears.
There was no way I could go back now. Not when...
BPOV
Collin was right. I should listen to her. She said she needed time, so that's what she would get.
Time from me, from her parents, from La Push.
Time.
SPOV
Sonya's been trying to get me out of the house since I got here. And I've been avoiding her very successfully, if I do say so myself. Until now.
It was with reluctance that I dragged myself out the door and down to her car.
We were going to the mall, Brent's suggestion. Fun. I didn't even like shopping.
But I need to stop thinking about him. He had obviously stopped thinking about me.
"Skylar? You okay?" I nodded as she pulled into the parking lot.
"I'm fine. Was there anything you wanted to get?" Sonya frowned.
"No, I just thought we needed to do something that would distract you from..." I looked away. I knew Brent had told Sonya about my fight with Brady. I had nothing against her knowing, I was starting to really like Sonya. It was just weird having someone outside of La Push know about the whole thing. I hadn't even told Jessie yet.
"I'm fine, really." I smiled at her as convincingly as I could.
Sonya sighed, starting the car again and leaving the mall.
"Sonya? Where're we going? What about shopping?"
"I hate shopping." I nodded understandingly. I hadn't thought of Sonya as a shopping person. Especially after she spent a whole week perfecting the now electric blue walls of the living room. The walls now matched her hair.
"So...?"
"You like to surf. You must like to surf, you're from Australia." I smiled. According to Sonya, I also like all my food to be prepared on the "barbie", kangaroos, koalas, and desert like weather conditions.
I did like some food barbequed, kangaroos and koalas were adorable, but I had to put my foot down when Sonya refused to let us use the air conditioner for a week. That was taking it a bit too far.
"You could say that, why?"
"Because that's where we're going. Maybe if we do something you liked to do before you met what's his name, you'll forget about him a little." She glanced hopefully as she sped through the side roads.
I sighed. Surfing did sound like fun. And she was right. Surfing was one of the only things I loved to do before I met Brady. Maybe that would help me forget.
Maybe.
BPOV
"Brady? Brady!" I caught the football before it hit me in the face. I glared at Collin. He shrugged.
"What?"
"What?" He mimicked. I growled, hurling the ball back at him. He grinned, catching the ball easily.
"She's fine; Brent called this morning, right? She went shopping, I'm pretty sure that's a good sign." Collin smiled again, but my eyes narrowed.
"She hates shopping." Collin sighed, throwing the ball to where Paul and Jared were tossing around a rock.
"Dude, stop thinking about her! She ran off, and then told you off when you tried to get her back. That seems like breaking up if you ask me." Collin shrugged, and resisted the urge to end all chances of him ever having children.
"It's not. She needs a break. I don't know if it's from me, or her parents, but she needs time."
"Maybe if you had actually talked to her, instead of getting all paranoid, she would have explained it to you." I glared at Danie, she stuck her tongue out.
"She might be right." I glared at Collin. "And I'm not just saying that."
I looked away. I would never admit it, but they were probably right.
She was trying to tell me why she left, but I got all...paranoid. I wouldn't let her finish anything she had tried to tell me.
Maybe if I had, we would still be talking to each other.
I mean, she was probably mad that I wasn't listening to her. That's why she hadn't called.
That, or found someone that would listen to her in Cali.
No. She couldn't do that. She might want to, but she couldn't. The imprint wouldn't let her. We were bonded together. She had no choice.
"Brady, when is Skylar coming home?" I sighed at Claire.
"I don't know. When she's ready, I guess." Claire frowned at me.
"Brady, what did you do? Skylar was so happy here... Did you two have a fight? Because Quilly says that when two people who really like each other fight, they're sad. I don't want Skylar to be sad." I sighed. When an eight year old is giving you relationship advice, you know you've hit rock bottom.
I got up, reaching for my phone.
"Where're you going?"
"I'm calling Skylar."
SPOV
"Hello?" Brent had just picked up the phone when we walked in the door.
Sonya had dragged me to the beach, and then practically pushed me in the water when I refused to surf.
I'm glad she did.
It was weird. The second I stepped into the water, I felt at home.
Like at home, at home. Australia home.
It was different from when I first stepped out the car and onto La Push soil.
I had felt at home in a weird, déjà vu way.
But stepping into the warm water and attaching the rented board's leash to my ankle, made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Made me feel like this was where I belonged.
Sonya had stayed on the beach, claiming not being able to swim, and watched me.
And then, as I started to get used to the water, more people joined her to watch.
By the time my skin had become shriveled, it seemed like the whole beach had come to watch me.
I stepped out of the water to cheers and applause.
They encouraged me to sign up for upcoming surf competition. I wasn't so sure, but Sonya signed me up anyway.
Sonya was really proud of me. We even went out and bought a surfing outfit afterwards.
"Skylar?" I looked up from the blank TV to stare at Brent. He was the holding his hand over the phone. "It's Brady," he mouthed.
And I froze.
After two and a half weeks, he finally decided to call?
"Skylar?" I looked up at Sonya, already shaking my head.
"I'm not home," I told Brent before taking my shopping bag and going to my room.
I closed the door, and waited.
Sure enough, there was a knock a few minutes later.
"Skylar? Can I come in?" I sighed.
"Sure." Sonya walked in slowly, still looking confused.
"So, do you want to tell me why you don't want to talk to him, or should I guess?" I shrugged.
"You can try and guess..." She raised an eyebrow at me.
"You're mad at him." I nodded. "For waiting so long to call?" I nodded again and Sonya sat beside em on the bed.
"It's just that we're not exactly the perfect couple. We've had our...differences. But I never expected things to go perfectly; I'm not one for fairytales. But sometimes, I feel that that's the way he thinks. I keep thinking that he just assumes that everything will go perfectly because we're imprints. That nothing's allowed to go wrong." Sonya nodded, putting a tissue box in my lap.
"Just in case. Skylar, he's a guy. And sometimes, guys can be idiots, werewolf or not. He's probably never been in a relationship before. He probably doesn't know how to treat a girl properly." I shrugged.
"Yeah, well, I know what you mean. He's done worse." Sonya frowned.
"Worse?" I spent the next five minutes explaining to her how Brady and I met. From the pepper spray, to Brady and Brent's fight, even the cliff diving thing. I didn't say anything about the abuse, or the vampire stuff. She didn't need to know about that.
"Okay, so he's made a couple of mistakes. But you need to forgive him so he can learn from them." I scoffed.
"He's made a lot of huge mistakes, and I've forgiven him every single time. I mean, look at me arm." I turned my arm to the scar was facing her. She winced. "And sane girl would have run half way across the country after this. But I didn't, I let it go. But he still makes mistakes. Sometimes, he's great. Best boyfriend a girl could ever wish for. And then there're times like theses, that I wonder what I was thinking the first time I ever let him in. Sometimes, I feel like this whole thing was a mistake."
"But you still love him?" I nodded, and then sighed at my naive ness.
"I just don't know if he really loves me." Or is forced too... "He's just so..."
"Cocky?" Sonya and I laughed together for a few seconds before entering a long silence.
"I just wish he would do something to make up for all his mistakes, you know? Maybe then, I wouldn't have to be so confused."
"I know how you feel..." I glanced at Sonya, but she was glaring at the door. "Skylar, you should forgive him. I know he'll make it worth it." I scoffed again.
"More like he'll take it for granted and do it all over again." Sonya shrugged.
"Yeah, but aren't relationships all about taking risks?" I sighed.
"I guess, but I'm beginning to think he's taking too many risks for my liking."
BPOV
"Did you hear all that?" Brent whispered. I nodded.
"Every word." I took a deep breath.
I hadn't made that many mistakes... Had I? Well, there was the arm thing, the cliff diving, then that kiss, the weeks of school she had missed and letting her go all the way to California... That wasn't so many...
Well, if there was one thing I'd be working on in the next few weeks, it would be making up for all those mistakes.
And taking one final, possibly destructive, risk.
"Hey, Brent?"
"Yeah?"
"How would feel about having one more house guest?"
Okay, it's late. It's super late. And it's short too.. I'm sorry ! It's just been really hectic! With basketball ending all these projects... I have three due at the end of the month. It's kind of ridiculous.
I was sure that no one would bother reading anymore, but I'm still getting Favourite Story and Story Alert emails, so that's pretty awesome.(:
I've already started the draft for the next chapter; hopefully it's longer than this one...
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