Months away from you guys, I feel… strangely foreign 0-o And for those wishing to yell at me for neglecting my stories you can blame Shelfari roleplaying because it has been very addicting. As addicting as fanfiction was to me – but summers almost here. I'm working on getting better at writing and starting some amazing books. Plus I've become an uncharacteristically fan-girling over One Direction :|
I'm especially excited because the Divergent Trilogy (INSURGENT) is coming out tomorrow! :D I'm nearly pissing myself from the anxiety (gross but very true) – and I also can't wait till September –a month that is very far- because the SEQUEL to UNWIND is coming out :0 It's now a series! :) (see that? This is the important stuff Shelfari keeps me up on) And I also know that the third book of the Delirium trilogy is coming out in 2013 :) Oh so much I'm looking forward too ;p
Anyways… Glad to be back! Missed you guys and I'll start updating my stories weekly to the best of my ability. …and while I'm rambling I'd like to inform you I am now eating a carrot cake muffin *-*
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Jelly-Bean-Jr.**
It all began with a man and country
Every plan turns another century
Around again,
Another nation fallen
Brady's point of view-
Collin glanced over at me, raising an eyebrow with a slight scowl as I continued to grin at my food, unable to keep the conversation with Fala from running through my head over and over again. Her reactions exactly as I hoped for and even better. My imprint, my actual imprint was chasing after me. Me! I should've thought of this sooner, of course she wouldn't be attracted so some random guy drooling after her. She was kinky enough to play the cat and mouse game – and I loved her all the more for it.
"Okay. Brady, I know you haven't had a meal in a while but seriously – that's just creepy," Collin mumbles. Looking at him I just grin and shake my head silently, not caring in the least about the food. Because, sooner or later, when my plan starts working, Fala will be cooking meals for me. Me! Just the two of us… like an imprint couple should be. I sigh quietly and shake my head, too happy to even put it in words. I guess I'm finally doing something right after all.
Clearing his throat Collin raises an eyebrow at Seth from across the Clearwater's table, both of them communicating silently with a few hand gestures and facial expressions.
"Bray? Seriously, man, cut that smiling crap off; it's unnatural," he scowls. Making a slight grunting noise of annoyance I look at him. What could he possibly want at this point? Couldn't he tell that I was perfectly content thinking about my angel? The one girl that I'll ever love? My imprint? I know he doesn't understand now, but he will. He may not get Fala the way I do; but he'll know when he imprints.
"Leave him alone, Collin. He finally got Fala to understand," Seth pips in helpfully, only succeeding in making Collin scowl in distaste.
"That bitch? I thought you were done with her! I mean, what about Jenny? Jenny was nice, huh?" he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, doing some pelvic thrusts as if that made the idea all the more tempting.
It didn't.
"She's not a bitch," I growl, sneering at him irritably, "she loves me, I know she does. She's just stubborn. She's not like all the other imprints; she plays hard to get," I claim, boasting a bit at the thought. Shaking his head Collin sighs, leaning back in his chair.
"Nah, there's a difference between 'hard to get' and just plain bitch. I'm telling you, Brady, you're wasting your time."
"Oh come on, Col," Seth whines a bit nervously, his face scrunched up at the uncomfortable mood, "it's not like Brady can just unimprint on her, he's kind of stuck-"
"I am not stuck with her!" I roar, furious with their accusations, "why is it so hard to believe that we love each other?" Collin rubs his forehead, shaking his head with a low sigh, giving me a look that suggested I was being a bit too dramatic.
"Don't be a moron," he sighs, chewing obnoxiously while thinking, "I'm just saying. Stop wasting your time on a girl like… Bella. She's stringing you along, Brother. She has no intentions of ever loving you; which is why she's making it so damn clear that," he clears his throat, putting on a high pitched, mocking voice, "I will never fall in love with a mutt. Because I am simply too good to have someone who loves me even if I am an inconsiderate bitch and have no regards to other people's feelings but my own, the way I see it, she just thinks she's above everyone here. Like we aren't good enough," I stared at him blankly, blinking a couple of times before standing up.
"That's just bitter, man," I grumble, fisting my hands and leaving. Of course he wouldn't understand. He hasn't imprinted. He could never understand that Fala loved me. Me! Shouldn't that be enough to gain a best friends support?
Fala's point of view-
This was infuriating. That son of a bitch!
"You may not want me now; but you will," I mock in a deep voice, endlessly pacing in my room and scowling, what a pin-headed jerk. Does he honestly think that'd work? I do suppose I could be lusting after him. But then again, Seth, Embry, Jacob, and Paul were all lust worthy too – that doesn't mean I'm in love with all of them. Brady's just way over his head if he thinks that bad boy, hard to get, kind of crap will work on me. I am a women, damnit! He can't keep playing with me until I break, no way, no sir. This boy was going to get a mouthful the next time I see him.
Shaking my head I lay down on my bed, staring at the ceiling with a quiet sigh, "just please don't make me try to love you," I mumble to myself, closing my eyes.
"Can't make any promises," my eyes shoot open and I scream, staring at a sheepish looking Brady as he stood just next to my –once closed- window, "sorry," he shrugs, grinning now, "did you miss me?" Ignoring the question I choose to glare at him, sitting up and pulling my blanket tighter around me as if I were exposed.
"The hell is wrong with you!" I hiss lowly, bearing my teeth at him in what I hoped was menacing. Laughing at my attempts he strides over and lays down across the bed as if he had every right to. Letting in a slow, frustrated breath I pull my knees up to my chest, glaring at him silently.
"Is it so bad that I was missing my girlfriend?" he chuckles, winking at me. Ignoring the sudden, rapid and erratic heartbeats thumping against my chest I shake my head and look away from him.
"I am not your girlfriend. Never was, never will be."
"Shame," he sighs, sounding a lot more casual than I would've expected, "so why exactly were you talking to yourself?" he asks, staring at the ceiling and seeming preoccupied in doing so, not once looking at me as he talked. Frowning I swallow thickly, my eyebrows furrowing in irritation.
"I wasn't… you weren't supposed to hear," I mumble, gritting my teeth.
"Do you want to hear about my day?" he asks suddenly, turning his head to look at me and completely changing the subject. Pursing my lips I shake my head, just wanting him to leave so I could be left alone in peace.
"No. Go away," he blinks at me when I say that, and frowns. Turning his head to stare at the ceiling again I hear his slow exhale before he reached out for my hand, keeping it firmly in his grasp and, as if I had said yes, started to talk about his day. His thumb moving across the back of my hand in a circular motion repeatedly until the heat that hummed from his body made my eyes flutter closed. The sound of his voice, low and inviting, taking me under to even deeper unconsciousness. It wasn't long until the combination of heat and husky voice that I fell asleep, yet still very much aware of his hand in mine the whole time.