Brady and I walked through the doors to the movie theater in Port Angeles. Surprisingly enough, Brady didn't mind watching a chick flick with me, as long as we got to watch some action another night. Apparently the action in his life is too real. Brady wanted to be able to scoff at the action that made others sit on the edge of their seats in anticipation.
I can't really remember what the movie was about; it was pretty boring, actually. It had a very cheesy plot, even for a chick flick. What I do remember is that about half way, I yawned and leaned into Brady's side, and quite easily he moved to put his arm over my shoulders, and when he did that, my world suddenly seemed perfect. I mean, Brady's done that quite a few times, but the fact that he did it in public, is what made it seem so much more real. I have grown up knowing about everything supernatural. It's a little hard to avoid when your grandparents on your mom's side are vampires, and your mother is half-human half-vampire. Then, when you add the fact that your dad is a werewolf into the mix, normal for me is shockingly fantasy-like for the rest of the world. The fact that something so supernatural could be so normal at the same time was amazing for me.
The movie, as I said, was very boring. So naturally my attention was more focused on the werewolf beside me. Tonight wasn't just my first date with Brady, it was my first date. What can I say? Daddy's protective of me. Every now and then, I would physically admit my boredom with the movie just so that I could turn into Brady's embrace, kissing his side gently, where I knew there were still one or two bandages. And when I would turn back to the movie, Brady would give my shoulders an extra squeeze, pulling me closer to him.
The movie ended around ten thirty, but I didn't need to be home for another hour and a half, so Brady and I went back to La Push, parking at Uncle Paul's house and walking to the beach. I knew the chances of us being seen were greater, but part of me wanted that. Daddy needs to learn to get over the fact that I am growing up. I think seeing me out will help him start to accept this small fact...at least, that's what I'm telling myself...
When Brady and I reached the beach, it was obvious that we had been spotted at Aunt Rachel and Uncle Paul's house. The whole of both packs were awaiting us under the pretense of a bonfire. Beside me, I heard Brady swear under his breath.
After glaring at my father, I walked over, pulling Brady with me and sat down next to Emily. I listened to Grandpa Billy tell us the stories again, wishing more than anything I could believe they were just stories. But through the entire evening, I was also very glad that they were real. After all, what would my life be like without my Brady? I knew Daddy was still mad about us dating, but I think it was mostly because he remembers what was going through his mind when he was dating Mama.
I felt my eyes begin to droop about halfway through the last legend, and I leaned into Brady's side, hoping that Daddy wouldn't notice. I saw Uncle Quil and Aunt Claire smile at me, and I began to get sleepier. Finally, I whispered to Brady of my exhaustion, hoping he would help wake me up a little. Well, what he did woke my dad up more than me. Brady pulled me into his lap, wrapping his arms securely around my waist so that I wouldn't fall then put his chin on my shoulder. I leaned into him even more, hoping the night would never end.