SAMANTHA'S POV
I watched the water pour out of the faucet and fill my cup. I let it overflow a little bit, so the handing holding the cup got wet. Sighing in annoyance, not quite sure why I let my hand get wet, I switched the cup to my left hand and shook the water off the right one. Then I chugged the water. When I was finished, I stared at the empty cup, and then refilled it. Bringing it over to the purple couch in Seth's living room, I sat down and turned on the TV. I couldn't tell what was on TV; it was just nice to have some background noise.
"Samantha?" Seth asked groggily, coming out of his bedroom. The clock on the TV set told me it was three in the morning.
"Yeah, sorry I'll turn it down," I said, adjusting the volume so it was much lower.
"I don't mind," he told me, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, "Why are you awake?"
I shrugged, swishing the water around in my cup a little bit. I noticed the volume on the TV was on 11 so I changed it to 10 because the volume has to be on an even number. Always.
"You can talk to me," Seth said, sitting next to me, "I don't judge."
I smiled a little, "There's nothing to say."
"There's always something to say."
I smiled a little wider. Part of the reason I didn't plan on talking to Seth was because I knew Sam would find out no matter how hard Seth tried to push it back.
"I know what you're thinking," Seth said, "I'm pretty good at hiding my thoughts you know. I knew about you all these years and Sam didn't find out until about four months ago."
"You're right," I admitted, "I just… have nightmares sometimes I guess."
"Sometimes?"
"Every night," I said sheepishly. This wasn't the first night I was awoken by my dreams. The past few nights had been terrible.
"Do you want to talk about them?" he asked. I shook my head instantly.
"I get it. You don't have to," Seth smiled, "But do you want some advice?"
"Sure," I shrugged. Anything to get me through the night.
"You're not gonna want to hear this, but I wouldn't be adverse to Brady sleeping in your room at night."
"Why the hell would I-"
"Trust me," Seth interrupted me, "It helps. I've been hearing it for years. Kim told me that she used to have nightmares about giant birds carrying her away and feeding her to its babies. When Jarred started sleeping in the same room as her, they went away."
I took a sip out of my water, not liking the idea. Brady did not need to think that I needed him any more than he already did.
"It's just a suggestion," Seth shrugged, "Something to help you sleep. But anyways, I'm tired. See you in the morning."
"See you," I said softly, giving him a small smile which he returned. I watched him walk back to his bedroom and then noticed something. He'd left a small cell phone sitting on the couch next to me. I stared at it for a minute and then huffed in resignation. Picking it up, I scrolled through his contacts until I found Brady's number.
Come to Seth's- Samantha
It took me 10 minutes to compose that text message. I don't think I'd ever even held a cell phone before that.
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"Samantha?" Brady whispered in the darkness. I opened my eyes instantly, feeling a cold breeze enter the room. He'd come through the window. Wow.
"Hi," I whispered, sitting up.
"I got your text," he said stupidly. Well duh.
"Cool."
"So why did you-"
"Just come here," I said impatiently. He walked over awkwardly and stood before me next to the bed. I rolled my eyes and tugged his arm down until he was lying next to me. He rolled on his side so he was facing me.
"What are you doing?" he whispered in confusion.
"An experiment," I whispered.
"And I'm part of it?"
"Obviously."
He was quiet for a minute and then, "Cool."
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sound of him breathing. It started to work.
"So now what?" he asked, interrupting the silence. Stupid Brady.
"Go to sleep," I hissed.
"Oh… right. Well… goodnight," he said awkwardly.
"Night."
I lay awake for a few more minutes, listening to Brady's breath get heavier and heavier until I finally fell asleep.
0o0o0o0o0
"Mmmm," I groaned, rolling over and attempting to block the sunlight with my arm.
"Morning sleepy head," a deep voice said.
I jumped and opened my eyes. Brady was next to me, his head resting on his hand as he wiggled his eyebrows seductively.
Well fuck. It actually fucking worked.
"Fuck," I muttered.
"Sure why not," Brady laughed.
"Ha ha," I said dryly.
He rolled his eyes and sat up, running a hand through his hair.
"So," he said, "Any reason why you summoned me to your bed last night?"
"I told you, it was an experiment," I said, climbing over him to get to my dresser. Brady had kindly folded and color coded all of my clothes for me because apparently he had a problem with clothes being in a giant ball. I didn't mind really.
"Am I allowed to know what this experiment is?"
"Nope."
"Ooo-kay. Well, I was happy to help."
I didn't answer. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a dark green t-shirt, I left and went to the bathroom to change. I looked at myself in the mirror over the sink. The dark circles under my eyes were almost completely gone. Seth was right. No bad dreams. It was a miracle.
I quickly changed and brushed my teeth, throwing my hair into a pony tail. Leaving the bathroom, I saw Seth sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee. He raised his eyebrows at me.
"Don't say anything," I muttered, stalking back into my room where we both knew Brady was waiting.
"Hey," Brady said, flipping his hair out of his eyes. My stomach fluttered a little. What the hell?
"Hi," I muttered.
"I take it you're not a morning person?"
"I take it you are."
"I'm an all the time person," he shrugged.
"Sure, sure."
"You sound like Jake," Brady snorted.
"What?"
"He always says that."
"Says what?"
"What you just said?"
"He always says what you just said?"
"No he always says- ugh never mind," Brady muttered.
I rolled my eyes. Stupid Brady.
"Alright well… thanks for helping," I said, hinting that it was time to go.
"Any time," he said, getting up, "I think I'm gonna go say hi to my good buddy Seth."
"You do that," I mumbled as he got off my bed and wandered into the living room. I shut my door behind him and walked over to my window. I was at least 12 feet off the ground. I couldn't help but wonder how the hell Brady managed to get up here. But then again, he was a werewolf. Maybe he could fly.
A sudden loud laughter broke me out of my thoughts. It was Brady's. I tried to discreetly rush into the kitchen to find out what Seth had said about me to him because whatever it was, it was probably bad. Brady was holding something in his hand, doubled over laughing.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"S-Sam dropped this off for you," Brady chuckled, wiping a tear away from his eye.
"I don't want anything from Sam," I muttered, stalking past him. I grabbed a cereal box from the cabinet.
"Trust me Samantha," Seth said, "You're gonna want to see this."
I sighed loudly and held out my hand. Brady placed a folded piece of paper in it. It looked like a brochure of some sort.
"What is this?" I asked.
"Read it," Seth and Brady said at the same time.
"The Quileute High School Student Welcoming Board," I read aloud, "What the…"
Brady's loud laughter interrupted me.
"Oh no!" I said loudly, throwing the brochure directly into the trashcan, "There is no way in hell that I'm going to school."
I was smiling the whole time I wrote the Samantha/Brady part:) It's so sweet!
How do you think Samantha will do in high school? Will Sam be able to force her into it? Do we even want her to go to high school?
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