Chapter 7 (Unwanted Brother)
After Collin catches Brady and Amy inches away from a kiss he attempts to start something. Collin being human and Brady a wolf, there is no challenge for Brady. Instead of fighting Brady flees to the Young's and stays there for a few days to steer clear of Collin. When running patrol Brady can sense something but decides to ignore it. Brady begins to fantasize about being with Amy. All of a sudden Collin phases and hears Brady's thoughts. The boys begin to fight and by the time Sam breaks it up their both in pretty bad condition. Sam forbids the two from making any form of contact with Amy until he can figure out what to do.
Chapter 8 (To Love or to Obey)
To consume time and keep my mind off of Amy I had been spending more time with my grandparents. They told me all sorts of wild stories about when my grandpa had once been a wolf. My grandma would sneak out at night and meet up with him in the forest. They would spend few hours together but they didn't care. Their love was so strong that it didn't matter if they spent five minutes or five hours together because at the end of the day they both knew that they had found "the one". My grandparents were not imprints and went through their rough patches but they truly were, and still are, in love. It was nice to know that even with all the difficulties they went through, with parents, wolves, friends and reputations they were still able to wed and start a family together. I hope that one day Amy and I could get married, she would look beautiful walking towards me, her dimples indenting her perfect cheeks.
"Honey-bun would you please clean the gutters before your grandfather decides that he's in the right condition to do it himself?'' My grandmother asked, interrupting my fantasies.
"Sure thing Nana." I smiled.
"Excellent, I'll start dinner." She replied happily. "Phil would you come help me in the kitchen?"
My Grandpa stood, smiled proudly at me then walked into the kitchen, followed by my Grandma.
I love my grandparents like crazy. I wish they were my parents-well I guess they are. My Mom walked out on my father and I when I was just around four years old. My Dad took a second job to support his young son. He left early in the morning and came home late at night. Despite my grandparents being my mother's parents they took care of me when my father was at work. We all lived under one roof, and when Dad had a day off it was the best day ever. He taught me how to fish. I never did catch anything, but when I wasn't looking he would take one of his fish from the cooler and attach it to my line. He would exclaim excitedly "You caught one, squirt!" When I was younger I really believed I had caught a fish. He would help me reel it in. And when I placed that fish in the cooler I felt like king of the world, nothing could touch me. Sadly, when I was Ten my father died in an accident at the logging factory. I try not to think about how he's gone but about all the fun we had when he was here.
I climbed the ladder up to the gutters and pulled on the old kitchen gloves my Grandma gave me. I dug my hand into the soggy, decaying, leaves and laughed as they made a gross squish sound.
"So gross but so fun!" I stated to myself.
I threw the leaf squish down to the ground and continued around the gutters until I heard my Grandma call out for me.
"Honey-bun, dinner is ready."
Carefully I climbed down from the ladder and threw away my gloves. Walking inside I could smell my Grandpa's garlic bread and my Grandma's chili. I was eating like a king tonight.
"I'll be right back Nana, I'm just going to change."
I walked up to my room and pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a shirt. Once I changed I walked downstairs taking in big sniffs of the air as I did.
"Oh boy, does that ever smell good!" I claimed as I made my way to the dinning room.
I entered the room and stopped dead in my tracks. Amy was sitting in her usual spot at the table smiling sweetly at me. I couldn't decide what to do, run away with my fingers in my ears screaming "la, la, la! not disobeying orders!" or if I should run over to her and hold her close to me. My body and brain decided on two different things, resulting in me tripping over my feet and stumbling over to my seat.
"Uh.. Hi Amy!" I grinned a little too wide, excited and nervous about her presence.
"Hello Brady." she said trying to sound upset, but failing to hold back a little smile.
"Seeing as it's your birthday tomorrow I invited Collin and Amy over for your birthday backyard campout!" my Grandpa said, excitedly. "Sadly, Collin can't make it, he says he's got cousins coming in from out of town."
"Oh is it those loud Canadians?" My Grandparents started to eat and discuss Collin's Canadian cousins whom I knew for a fact were not visiting. Collin just needed an excuse to stay away from me.
Amy started eating and smiled at me with a little hurt evident in her eyes. "So we're not too old for birthday backyard campouts yet?"
I didn't really care about what she was talking about. "Amy I've been meaning to call you, I've just been busy!" I said quietly so I wouldn't make
my Grandparents upset.
She gingerly placed her hand on mine, gently rubbing her thumb along it. "I know why you and Collin have been steering clear of me."
"You do?"
"I know the whole bros before hoes thing...I just wish one of you would have told me, you know so I wouldn't feel so alone." She frowned a little and continued to eat.
I sighed. Not the real reason. "I'm sorry Amy" I played along with what she thought was the truth. "Collin and I are idiots, can you ever forgive me?" I gave her a playful puppy dog face.
She laughed her cute little laugh and nodded, shoveling more food in her mouth.
"Honey-bun, eat your food before it gets cold." My Grandma lectured.
"Naaanaaaa" I whined at her use of my nickname in front of Amy.
She pointed to my plate and gave me the mother look. I grinned at her and started eating.
After dinner Amy and I were sent to the backyard where I saw a tent set up. Grandpa must have set it up while I was cleaning the gutters.
"Last one in's a rotten egg!" Amy squealed as she made a beeline for the ten.
"No fair! You got a head start." I complained as I ran after her, making sure she made it to the tent before me.
Amy started digging through her bag that she must have put in the tent before I came in for dinner. I stretched out on my sleeping bag and smiled to myself. Good thing Collin didn't come, we would never fit all of us in here, anymore. Amy pulled something out of her bag then closed the bag. I looked over curious as to what she pulled out, just pyjamas. I looked up to see Amy in her bra, reaching for her P.J. top. My jaw dropped and my purple headed soldier suddenly stood at attention. She pulled on her top and looked over at me, confused.
"What?" she asked, concerned, her hands automatically springing up to her hair to make sure that it's not acting up.
My hands started to sweat, my mouth dry as sand. I licked my lips trying to moisten my mouth so I could speak. No luck.
"I-well-you...you don't have the same spongebob pyjamas." I stammered out the lame response.
She rolled her eyes at me. "You really do shock easily. I bet you don't still sleep in power ranger boxers." She paused then smiled at me mischievously. "Do you?"
I panicked trying to remember which boxers I had put on. "No-I uhm...maybe? No, wait. Uhm.." I couldn't remember.
"I bet you're wearing them now!" All of a sudden she jumped on top of me. "Let's see those power rangers!" She laughed loudly as she grabbed for the button of my jeans.
"Hey!" I tried to sound mad but couldn't help laughing as I held her wrist to prevent her from undoing my jeans.
We rolled around, playfully wrestling, in the tent for a little while. I made sure Amy never made contact with anything lower than my waist in fear that she would be repulsed with me and call off our friendship. Amy finally rolled onto her sleeping bag, her laughter slowly turning into giggles. She then sat up and started removing her pants. I looked away quickly.
"What are you doing?" I asked harshly.
"uh..putting on my pyjama bottoms." she stated a little confused at my behaviour.
"okay, tell me when you're done."
"Sure thing, " she laughed softly. "It's not like you've never seen me in my underwear before." I could hear the eye roll in her voice. "Although it is nice that you consider my privacy. Okay done"
I turned around to see Amy in her pyjamas, tucked into her sleeping bag. She smiled at me softly then made a goofy face. I started to climb into my sleeping bag.
"Aren't you going to change into your pyjamas?" she questioned.
"I don't have any in here."
"Just sleep in your boxers." She stated like it was the cure to all of the world's problems.
"Okay, look away." I said not wanting her to see my slightly erect penis.
"No, I'm comfortable!" She snuggled into her sleeping bag.
Swallowing my fears I stood and turned my back to Amy. Slowly I took off my shirt and folded it, placing it in a corner. I looked back to see her still watching me. "You're making me nervous, can't you close your eyes?" I pleaded.
"I rather not, I'm enjoying the show." She winked at me
When did she become so...not innocent? I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and undid my fly. I could hear Amy humming Lets Get It On by Marvin Gaye. I slid my pants off and put them with my shirt. I blushed a little and then turned to Amy with a mischievous look. I saw her eyes wander down and quickly meet my eyes again, with a small smirk on her face.
"Okay miss I'm sixteen and I'm now a pervert." I addressed her smugly. "I usually sleep in the nude."
She snorted "Since when?"
"Since like two months ago."
She raised an eyebrow at me. "You mean when you suddenly hit a growth spurt and started looking like you're seventeen?"
"Well, yeah I guess so."
She wiggled her eyebrows at me. "Alright mister seventeen-thirteen year old, strut your stuff."
"I'm fourteen tomorrow!" I declared not helping the maturity thing.
"I'm seventeen in three months." She smirked at me.
"Whatever. I'm not getting naked infront of you either way." I stated and sat on my sleeping bag.
Amy propped her head up on her hand and laughed a little.
"Are you chicken? I've already seen you naked a bunch of times, nothing exciting to see."
"pfft that was when we were kids. And there is plenty of 'exciting' to see!"
"I don't hear you denying being chicken." She raised a single eyebrow at me.
I grinned at her. "Alright. I'll show you I'm not chicken!"
Before Amy could say another word I had her out of her sleeping bag and out of the tent.
"Holy shit! You're fast." Amy looked at me with wide eyes.
"Hop on." I bent at the knees and held my hands behind me, to catch her legs.
"Where are we going?" she asked hesitantly.
"To prove I'm not a chicken. C'mon get on."
Amy jumped on my back, I gently held her thighs to my side as I walked from the backyard. She wrapped her arms around my neck, loosely, and rest her head on one of her arms. Her soft breath on my neck gave me goose bumps. Amy sighed softly and laid her head in the crook of my neck.
"Would it be weird if I told you that you smell really good?" She whispered into my neck.
"No?"
"Good because you smell really good. Not like those guys who drown themselves in axe." Amy's face distorted in my neck and I could tell she was crinkling her nose.
I chuckled quietly not wanting this moment to ever end.
"Hey, why are we heading to the beach?" Her head was up and alert, taking in our surroundings.
"Because I'm proving that I'm not chicken!" I laughed loudly as I started to jog down towards the water, with Amy on my back.
Amy laughed with me until we started getting closer to the water. Her arms and legs tightened around me.
"NO! I don't want to go in, these are my only pyjamas!." She squealed in my ear.
"Relax." I stopped and bent a little, releasing her legs.
Amy dismounted quickly and took a step back from me.
"How does this prove you're not a chicken?" She said, slightly excited to know the answer.
I chuckled and moved closer to the water's edge.
"Going into the water at night doesn't prove you're not a chicken." She stated.
"If you would calm down for two seconds and let me do my thing you'll find out what I'm doing." I scolded over my shoulder.
Amy stood quietly and watched me move closer to the water. I stopped at a log and smiled over my shoulder at Amy.
"Ready?"
Amy nodded. I turned to look out over the water, then slid my boxers off.
"What are you doing?" Amy squealed.
I put my boxers on the log and ran into the water. Once the water came up to about my knees I fell and swam under water for a short distance. When I surfaced at waist deep water I saw Amy at the water's edge taking off her pyjama top, laughing.
"What are YOU doing?" I called back to her while shaking the water from my hair.
"I can't have you calling me a chicken all night because I didn't go skinny dipping with you!" She yelled back trying to contain her laughter.
I stood there in awe as she removed her pyjama bottoms. Amy seemed to be moving in slow motion now as she reached for the clasp of her bra. I felt like I was in a movie, this was too good to be true. Amy undid her bra and slid the straps from her shoulders, placing it with her pyjamas. I couldn't help but stare at her fully exposed breasts as she began to remove her underwear. This was too good to be true, I must be dreaming. She slid her underwear off and put them with the rest of her clothing. Amy now butt naked ran into the water, towards me. I couldn't believe this was happening, I just continued to stare. Once Amy reached me she blushed and sunk into the water until her breasts were submerged.
"What?" She looked up at my staring eyes.
"I...uhm I like your boobs." I failed to come up with anything better.
Amy laughed hysterically at me. "Thanks I like yours too!" She stood and placed both her hands on my pecs, giving them a gentle squeeze.
I nervously laughed and raised my hands towards Amy. Amy quickly slapped them away and laughed some more at me.
"Maybe when you're older, big boy." She winked at me and started to swim out deeper.
"You're only two years older than me!" I called out as I swam after her.
"Can't catch me youngin'!" She called back as she swam faster.
I grinned to myself and easily caught up. Amy pouted and then started splashing water in my face while laughing her playful laugh.
"Hey!" I laughed with her and started splashing back.
"Taste my saltwater!" She yelled over the splashing.
"You shall be defeated!" I yelled back splashing her more.
Amy made some spitting noises and began swimming even deeper.
"Where do you think you're going?" I called out to her as I swam after her.
"You can't splash a moving target!" She continued to swim farther away.
"Oh yeah?" I began to splash and swim behind her.
She laughed loudly and kicked her feet on the surface to propel herself and splash me. We continued to swim farther and farther from the shore when something inside me went off. Something was wrong, but I couldn't place it. I continued to swim close to Amy, looking around to try and figure out what was wrong. That's when I saw it.