Not much to say here, and I won't bother with unnecessary jabbering with just as unnecessary emoticons :P (okay I lied about the emoticons).
Either way, LAST CHAPTER! Be prepared, those readers who have found the patience to put up with my laziness, for the end of my second multi-chaptered story.
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**Jelly-bean-jr.
Or say when and my own two hands
Will comfort you tonight, tonight
Say when and my own two arms
Will carry you tonight, tonight
Say when and my own two hands
Will comfort you tonight, tonight
Fala's point of view-
Something as ardent as pride is what held me back for a solid 10 minutes. No one walked past my room, not a single laugh or obnoxious sound was heard from downstairs in the kitchen that had, no doubt, all of the equally monstrous teenage boys. I find it strange.
Today, that is.
Compared to every other day Brady had always came to me, he was the annoying pestering life form that I hated yet somewhat tolerated. It was always one of those stupid boys downstairs, Collin mostly, that belittled me for being such a bitch.
But Brady left. And none of the boys, Collin, have said a single word. The confusion and absolute insanity that was pounding in my head squeezed my heart to the point that it felt weird to breathe. My throat was drier than usual, and my toes curled slightly anticipating the moment when I'd actually move. Where would I even move to? Should I go downstairs to eat breakfast and take the opportunity to yell and groan about the idiocy that I was forced to deal with each day? Finally, finally tell Sam that I was fed up and was going to move out? What if Brady's down there?
My hands clench into fists, my eyes narrowing on their own accord.
Just who in the hell does Brady Fuller think he was?
Scowling my feet start moving directly out the same door Brady walked out of 10 minutes earlier and down the same stairs I heard his not so grateful foot work go down, before stopping in the middle of the kitchen. No one…not even Emily was there. Frowning now I backtrack and glance in the living room, a frustrated scowl coming onto my face when I realized I was the only one in the house.
The hell is wrong with everyone today? Was I the only one acting normal? …Then again.
Pointedly ignoring my uncharacteristic personality this morning I shake my head and shove my shoes on. I was going to find Brady, that stupid useless mutt of an imprint, and scream at him. For doing what…I'm not too sure at the moment. But I was going to give him an ear full.
Slamming the door behind me I stalk down the dirt driveway, grumbling under my breath and going directly into the forest, knowing that was the place I'd most definitely find him.
Over the time I've known Brady, or rather, ever since he imprinted on me, I really couldn't stand looking at his face. It was like he was up to something no matter what I said or did and the entire pack was involved. In the beginning he pretended to listen and succumb to what I wanted out of him; being just a friend, and then he does that. The friendship, I guess, was going okay, up until the entire pack decided our 'love connection' was taking too long and took it into their own hands to speed up the process of the imprint.
Then he just turned into an annoying, begging mutt with idiotic ideas. Jealousy, pouting, and a brief confession of undying yearning…it was all pretty pathetic. After realizing said pathetic attempts would never work on me, he resorted to being some cocky bastard that was more forward yet withdrawn than ever; claiming, quite confidently, that I'd be the one going after him from now on.
As if I wouldchase after him. To this day and beyond I will never be caught dead purposely searching for Brady. It's just ridiculous. Groaning under my breath I stop under a large tree, glancing around the forest. Where was he? To think I'd be able to see a group of oversized boys or wolves from anywhere; but no.
"…Fala…what are you doing out here?" Startled, I spin around, almost attacking Brady from the sight of his familiar half naked body. Almost; but not quite.
"Brady," I sigh out, taking a step forward and crossing my arms, scrutinizing him for a long moment, "you have a lot of fucking explaining to do, understand?" He opens his mouth for a second before closing it, a look of momentary confusion passing on his face before it becomes surprisingly blank and emotionless. In fact, it's so out of the ordinary that I actually feel my heart skip a beat. With my blood pounding in my ears and my skin tone just barely concealing my blush I rip my eyes away from his and down to his nude chest. Did he not realize I was waiting for him to talk? What is he doing…just standing there?
"I have nothing to explain to you, Fala." Everything felt so very off.
"You have everything to explain to me," I contradict just as flatly as he did, not daring myself to glance up at his uninterested gaze. Even if I was 99.9% sure that uninterested gaze was all an act. It still felt…not right, for the lack of a better word. I see his chest rise before hearing him release a long sigh, one of his arms moving up and resting on my shoulder hesitantly.
"Alright, I'll be honest, I...I guess," he fumbles a bit and I glance up cautiously, feeling a startling large amount of relief when I saw his expression was confused and a tad thoughtful, "I really don't know what to do with you. Sam says that I should be more forward and make you see that you love me just as much as I love you. Collin, the unimprinted prick, suggests that I just play games and mess with your head a little. Something about your unconscious mind loving me and having to bring it to the surface," he pauses for a long time, shaking his head at the stupidity of it all, "Paul says I should just fuck you and…erm, seduce you or whatever," he coughs awkwardly, "and Embry, Seth, and Jacob were the only ones that suggest I win you over slowly." I stare at him for a long time, scrunching my nose up at both the bad advice and sort-of love confession.
"So… you tried each suggestion out?" I ask slowly, and then raised an eyebrow, "Was Paul's suggest next on the list or something?"
"No!" he shouts out quickly, a very noticeable blush going across his face, "I wouldn't do that to you. Especially considering it'd end up being rape more than anything…" he trails off, a shy and, dare I say it, charming smile spreading across his face. Clearing my throat I look at the ground, deep in thought.
Imprint. Love. Brady.
Huffing I rub my temple. I really hated Brady's guts for imprinting on me. I really hated my own guts for getting pulled into the imprint. And I really, really, really hated the thought of us being in love.
But seeing Brady standing there with the largest freaking blush I've ever seen on his face, accompanied by probably the most enticing smile I found that I'm probably the biggest bitch and selfish whiner there is out there.
In fact, if Brady can't find someone else to love, even if that someone was shoved right in his face, and no other guy in La Push had the balls to ask me out, what was the point?
Really, why should I care that Brady was stuck by my side forever? It's his fault for looking me in the eyes in the first place, so he can get his just desserts and wait on me hand and foot while loving me unconditionally.
Seriously…it's his fault isn't it? So, why, throughout my entire life, should I start caring about other people now?
Sometimes, a girl has just got to be selfish.
Sighing loudly I press a hand against his heated chest, taking a big step forward so we were pressed together closely.
"Fine, Brady, I guess you can be sort of tolerable sometimes," I start, closing my eyes for a long moment.
"Yeah…?" he presses back and I scowl openly, glaring up at him.
"When."
"Huh?" For crying out loud, this boy was stupid; to think I thought he could pull off the withdrawn dominate type.
"I'm saying when, Brady." Realization dawned on his face before a large ass smile spread across.
"Oh," he whispers quietly. Cupping my face in his hands he smirks slightly and bends down so we were face to face, one of his hands going behind my head to fist a handful of my hair before pressing his lips against mine in a soft kiss.
The End