I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA.
Alex's P.O.V.
Throughout the months after Jared and Kim's wedding Brady have gotten closer; and not just because we had sex. Besides a couple of minor fights, we get along pretty well. We had sex a couple more times after that night, and I was faced with the horrifying task of asking my mother if she can help me get birth control, because I don't want to end up like Vivian. Don't get me wrong, now that I've gotten to know Vivian she is actually nice, but that doesn't mean I want to end up a teen mom. The reason why she was being mean all the time was because of some problems at home. Not that I can forget the way she treated me or everyone else, it's just the way she acts now that matters. Vivian found out the gender of her baby last week; she's having a baby girl. She already picked out a name for her, Elora Noelle. Anyways, when I asked my mom if she can get me birth control pills, Jared had been there- we were having a family dinner. As soon as the words were out of my mouth Jared got blue in the face.
"Why do you need birth control?" he asked. I raise my eyebrows.
"Well, Jared, I think that's a talk you should have with Mom and Dad," I said. He rolled his eyes.
"What your brother means is, aren't you too young to have sex? I mean, you're only sixteen," my dad said.
"Okay, as much as I would like to talk about my sex life, I just want to know if mom can help me get some birth control pills," I said.
"Well, in my opinion, if you have enough sense to use protection, then you are old enough to have a physical relationship. I will get you the birth control pills tomorrow," my mom had said. I smiled at my brother, and went upstairs to my room.
~Present Day~
Today is Valentine's Day, a.k.a. my seventeenth birthday. I told everyone that I did not want a party. All I want for my birthday is a tattoo. There had been a lot of arguments about this, but eventually my parents agreed to it, as long as it is small. So today Brady is taking me out for the day and then we are going to meet my mom at the tattoo parlor, then my family and I will be going out to dinner. This morning I take a shower, and get dressed in the outfit I laid out the night before. A loose white t-shirt that has a high neck, a high-waisted black leather skirt, knee high black socks, and black and white Jordan sneakers. I put on some makeup, my hearing aids, and a black leather jacket. Brady picks me up at one and we go to the Valentine's Day carnival in Port Angeles. We go on rides and play games and eat food that's really bad for you.
"So, how's your birthday so far?" Brady asks. We are holding hand and just walking, looking at the little kids run around in excitement, and their parents trying to keep up with them.
"It's okay. It'll be better when I get my tattoo and we go back to you place. Your dad is out of town, on a business trip, right?" I ask, smiling a little bit. A smile pulls at his lips.
"Yeah, he won't be back until Tuesday," he says.
"Perfect," I say. We then start to make out, French style. Hey, it's love day, so nobody can tell us to stop; not that we would have if somebody did. We can hear some kids yell "EWW!" and start giggling. I'm not sure if they were talking about Brady and I, but I don't care. After a minute we pull away, and I realize that it's getting dark. "We have to meet my mom," I remind him. He sighs.
"Okay, let's go," he says. We drive off to the tattoo parlor where my mom is waiting for us. It takes me a while to decide what I want, but I finally decide. I'm going to get a tattoo of an electrocardiogram, and at the end of the line are the words "Just Live" in cursive. The tattoo is located just under my collarbone by my left shoulder. It hurt, but it's worth it. When I'm done my mom pays for the tattoo, and head towards the restaurant, where we are going to meet everyone. The only other people that are coming are, Jared, Kim, Justin, Leona, Cam, Tami, Julie, and my dad. We eat dinner, the waiters and waitresses come out singing happy birthday to me really loudly and give me a free dessert. Then they give me their gifts that they got me. Cam, Julie, and Tami got me a basketball signed by my favorite basketball player, LeBron James. I'm so surprised by their gifts that I'm barely able to ask how they were able to get an autograph from him. Tami simply says that she has an aunt who has a cousin, who has a boyfriend, who has a friend that knows LeBron, and Tami pulled some strings and was able to get the basketball signed by him. I hug all three of them and thank them. Jared and Kim give me a gift card to Bed, Bath and Beyond; they must know that I'm practically obsessed with Bed, Bath and Beyond's scented candles. Justin gives me twenty bucks. And what Brady gives me makes my heart soar. He gives me a silver open heart necklace.
"Where did you get the money for this?" I ask. He shrugs.
"Two months' worth of allowance. It was worth it," he says.
"I can't take this, it's too much," I say.
"I was nothing. I wanted to get it for you," he says. In the end I give in, and let him put it around my neck.
An hour and a half later we are back at his house, lying in bed, under the covers, me in my bra and underwear, and Brady in his boxers. We are resting after… well… you know.
"What do you want to do when you graduate?" I ask him. He thinks about it for a second.
"Well, I'll have to stay in La Push, to protect the tribe. But I'd like to go to community college to be and engineer. What about you?" he asks.
"Well… I want to, hopefully, go to Yale, to be a doctor," I say.
"You want to be a doctor?"
"Yeah. I want to work with children who have cancer, or heart failure. I want to know that I'm making a difference in their lives."
"But Yale is far away. And you'll have to complete a four-year undergraduate degree, then another four years in medical school. Then you'll have to do at least three years of training. I don't think that I'll be able to stay away from you for that long," he says. I sigh.
"I know it'll take a long time and hard work, but it's worth it. Plus, I'll come home for Thanksgiving and Christmas and summer vacation," I say.
"But still, I'll miss you," he says.
"I'll miss you, too. But let's not think about that right now. I mean, I still have almost a year and a half to go until I graduate, and I didn't even apply to Yale, let alone get in. So, let's cross that bridge when we come to it, okay?" I say. I look up at him. I have my head pillowed on his bare chest. He smiles.
"Okay" he says. Then he pulls in for more…. well… you know.
A/N: What did you guys think? Please review!
~Gina