I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT SAGA.
A/N: I imagine Zendaya as Tami.
Alex's P.O.V.
The house that I've apparently lived in my entire life is two stories high with four bedrooms and three bathrooms. I guess that, before Jared had moved out in 2008 when he graduated high school, Leona and I had to share a bedroom, because the boys were older than us. But again, since Jared moved out last year, Leona and I now have our own rooms. And I'm thankful, because coming home after a two-month coma can be tiring and I don't need anybody walking in and waking me up from a peaceful slumber. As soon as Dad pulls into the driveway and turns off the car, he turns to me excitedly.
"We have a surprise waiting for you inside," he says, his eyes lit up with excitement. I raise my eyebrows. I find that I hate surprises.
"What is it?" I ask.
"You'll have to wait and find out when you get into the house." I groan loudly.
"Can't you just tell me now?" I complain.
"Alexandra, you'll just have to wait," Mom says. I find that she only calls me by my full name when she's annoyed with me. I sigh as I mess with my hearing-aids. Before I left the hospital, they had me do a hearing test and prescribed me hearing-aids. With them on, I can hear normally. But I admit that they will take some time to get used to.
The three of us get out of the car and Dad grabs my duffle bag for me. Then we head inside… where, when I walk in, a bunch of people I don't know jump out from behind furniture and yell "Surprise!" really loudly. I stumble back and put a hand over my heart, startled. Gosh, I almost died once, were they going for twice? Mom puts her hands on my arms, steadying me.
"Who are all these people?" I ask her. She smiles widely.
"They are your friends and family! They all wanted to throw you a surprise party in order to welcome you home after two months in the hospital." So, for the next half-hour, I go around and greet people I don't remember. Some of them introduce themselves as my family, some people introduces themselves as friends of the family. When It's finally over, I think I'm gonna pass out from all the commotion, but I don't I just get a little dizzy and that might be because of my head injury.
I think that I'm done meeting people when I'm faced with two girls and a boy around my age. One girl is tall with light caramel skin, dark brown hair and hazel eyes; the second girl is my height with blonde hair, green eyes and pale skin. As for the boy, he's as tall as the first girl with tan skin, brown eyes and brown hair. They have a quirky aroma about them, and seem nice enough.
"Who are you guys?" I ask them. The blonde speaks first.
"I'm Juliana, but everyone calls me Julie. I'm your best friend," she says. Then the brown haired girl speaks.
"I'm Tamara, but everyone calls me Tami. I'm also your best friend," she says. Then it's the guy's turn.
"I'm Cameron, but because your last name is Cameron, everyone calls me Cam," he says. "But I'm not your friend, I'm actually your boyfriend. Come here and give me a kiss." He comes towards me with his arms outstretched and I duck away from him. I hear Tami laugh.
"Stop it, Cam, you're gonna scare the living daylights out of her!" she says. She then turns to me. "Cam's gay, so don't let him scare you. If he does anything stupid just slap him up the side of his head."
"Hey!" Cam complains; then they all start laughing. And you know what's crazy? I find myself laughing with them. These people seem like good people to be around. I can see why I chose them as my best friends.
It's as they are calming down that I feel a pair of eyes on me. I look in the direction I feel it coming from and spot a really tall, really buff guy looking at me. Actually, all of his friends as well as my brothers are looking at me. I look into the dark brown eyes of the one guy and I feel some sort of connection to him. It's like I feel myself being pulled to him or something.
"Who's that?" I ask my friends. They look over to where I am looking and then they share a knowing look.
"That's Brady Fuller," Julie says. "He's in our grade at school." I raise my eyebrows. That surprises me.
"Really? He looks a lot older than an eleventh grader." Cam snorts.
"Maybe because him and the rest of the La Push gang takes steroids," he says.
"Steroids? My brothers?" I look at my friends. "Really?" All three of them nod and I frown. "They don't seem like the kind of people who take steroids." Tami shrugs.
"That's the rumor going around town anyway," she says. I bite my lip, considering. Do Jared and Justin take steroids? I'm gonna have to ask them about that later.
"Well, Brady is kind of hot," I say. At this, Brady smiles, Justin looks annoyed, and Jared looks angry. Can they hear me? I quickly dismiss the thought. I'm all of the way across the room from them; there's no way they can hear me. When I look back at Julie, Cam, and Tami, I see that they're looking at me like I'm stupid or something. "What?"
"Did you just say that Brady Fuller is hot?" Tami asks. I roll my eyes at them.
"Tell me I'm wrong." Like seriously, they can't deny that the guy is really hot. Cam looks thoughtful.
"Well he is kind of cute," he says. I look at him with a frown.
"Back off, Romeo, I saw him first." Cam smiles.
"That's the Alex we all know and love." I roll my eyes again. That's when I start getting dizzy and my legs start to feel weak. My legs give out on me, but before I can fall to the ground, strong hands grab ahold of me and keep me standing.
"Alex are you okay?" Julie says worriedly. The group across the room looks worried as well. I put a hand to my forehead as a slight headache sets in.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just need to sit down for a moment," I reassure them. They help me over to the couch and I sit down with them next to me. Gee, it sure is good to have great friends in a time of need. The couch I'm sitting on is brown leather and shaped like an L. It faces the flat screen TV and from what I can already tell, it's really comfortable.
"Is that better?" Cam asks me as the three of them sit down next to me. Julie and Cam are sitting on the cushions on either side of me, while Tami sits on the arm of the chair.
"Yeah," I answer, smiling. The dizziness went away a few seconds after I sat down. Now that I have the chance and the energy, I want to get to re-know my friends. I mean, they are my friends and I feel kind of guilty that I don't know anything about them, even though it's not my fault. "So, how did we meet and become friends?" Julie answers first.
"Well, I moved here in the first grade from Florida and we became friends when our teacher kept on pairing us together for group projects and stuff," she says. Then she smiles. "At first we couldn't stand each other, but then we just decided to become friends when we decided that Ms. Moore wouldn't give up on us spending time together."
"Wow, why couldn't we stand each other?"
"Because there was a struggle between us and who we thought was better in science class." I nod in understanding, then turn to Tami.
"I moved here from Chicago in the sixth grade and we bonded over our love of basketball. There's nothing really much to tell other than the fact that you are the best friend that I have had in a long time." I smile, am I the kind of person that is nice to everyone? The three of us turn to Cam so that we can hear his story, but find that he's not paying attention to us. I roll my eyes and lightly slap his arm.
"Wow bitch, way to make my arm numb," he says jokingly. I look down at his phone.
"Who are you texting?" I ask him.
"My boyfriend Randy. He wanted to know if I wanted to come over his house for dinner tonight."
"Oh Cam, we all know that you're going to be doing more than just "having dinner"; you are not fooling anybody," says Tami. Cam smiles as if he's been caught or he's embarrassed.
"Shut up! We are literally just having dinner, then maybe we'll watch Star Wars or something," he defends himself. "And FYI, I'm a virgin and plan to stay that way until prom." TMI, but okay.
"How did we become friends?" I ask him, trying to get back on topic.
"Well I moved here freshman year from Toronto, Canada. On my first day of school, my older brother Damien got it into his mind to tell everyone in the lunch room that I'm gay. Later that day a couple of assholes, Kyle and Brandon, started to beat on me. I had had trouble finding my last class of the day and I guess that the two of them had skipped their class in order to find me.
"Anyway, they were in the middle of beating on me when you had showed up. I think that you were coming back from the bathroom when you heard all of their shouting. You went up to Brandon and punched him in the nose, causing him to get a bloody nose, then you twisted Kyle's arm so far back that it broke. After that, you helped me to the bathroom in the nurse's office and cleaned up my face, seeing as I had a bloody nose, and a cut on my lip. Then, after the nurse sent me home, you walked home with me and explained what had happened to my mom. We've been friends ever since." I raise my eyebrows at the news that I once broke someone's arm.
"I broke his arm?"
"Yeah, some people, even you, might be surprised by this, but you can kick ass when you want to. Last year you got suspended for breaking Vivian Locke's nose, because she made fun of your uncle who has Down syndrome," says Julie.
"Hey, can I sit?" a soft, masculine voice asks. I look up and my heart stops. Brady is standing by the empty seat next to me. I look back at my friends. They are all getting a weird look on their face. It's a mixture of a smile, and a look that says 'Alex is gonna get some.' Which I would not have understood an hour ago, but after ten minutes with them I can tell that they are exited for me. I'm guessing I don't talk to boys- besides Cam- often. Or ever, judging on how eager they are to leave us alone.
"Sure," I say quietly. He sits and I can feel the cushions sink under his weight. We sit awkwardly for a minute, me feeling like a useless potato.
"So," he says finally. "How are you feeling?" I think about that for a moment.
"I guess I'm doing okay, you know, besides the hearing and memory loss," I tell him. His face changes from relaxed to panicked in a second.
"Oh shit! I totally forgot about that. I'm such an ass," he says. I chuckle. It's funny to see him that way; all panicked and worried for no reason. Hearing me laugh, he relaxes once more.
"So… are you a friend of my brothers?" I ask.
"Yeah. We've been friends for a few years. It's been a little tough for the last two months but… you know," he says.
"Why has it been tough?"
"It doesn't matter right now. This party is for you." I nod. We've only been talking for two minutes and I can already tell that he's keeping something from me. But, trying to lighten the mood, I change the subject.
"How long have we known each other?" I ask.
"Well, we've been going to the same school for forever. But we never really used to hang out much," he answers me.
"Oh," I say, disappointed. I'd kind of been hoping that we had at least been friends or something.
"Well, I was wondering… if you would like to go to out with me on Friday?" he asks hesitantly; I can tell that he's nervous about what I'm gonna say. I hear something break and look over to see Jared with a bunch of broken glass on the table near him and his hands have a couple of cuts on them from the shards. He looks like he is hoping that I'll say no; but I don't care what Jared thinks, I want to go out with Brady.
"Sure," I say. "Pick me up at seven?"
"Okay," he says, and I hear someone growl.
A/N: I didn't plan for this chapter to be this long, but things happen and I don't think that you guys will mind. Please review!
~Gina