I'd barely made it through the doors before Brady wrapped his arms around me, picking me up off the floor in his tight embrace.
"Zoë! Oh my god, Zoë. I've missed you so much." He let out a soft sigh. "How are you? Are you okay? How did things go with Moose? Are you feeling alright?" I struggled to breathe as he squeezed me tightly against himself. "What's the matter? Why aren't you talking? Are you angry at me?"
"Can't - breathe," I chocked out, patting his side with my squished arm.
He quickly put me back on the floor, smiling at me sheepishly. "Sorry. I'm real sorry."
"I'm fine," I said, grinning at him and the worried look in his eyes was replaced by that lovely look he always gets as he ran his warm hands up my arms, resting them on my shoulders.
"Good. That's so good; it's great," he said, smiling happily.
Collin finally caught up to us and he looked at Brady distastefully. "You're so smooth, Brady. Really."
Brady pulled a face and slapped his hand at him. "Shut up."
"Okay, fine, you carry on acting like an excited ten year old whose never spoken to a girl before," Collin said, giving Brady a fake thumbs up and grin.
"I think it's sweet," I said and Brady groaned, shutting his eyes as he dropped his hands.
Collin just grinned at me.
"That's even worse!" Brady groaned and I leaned into him... because I was cold. Yeah, that was it. Not the constant tugging on my heart and in my stomach that makes me want to get closer to him.
"I'm kidding. I only said it because I know how much you detest being 'sweet'."
I grinned up him as he tried – and failed – to glare at me. He then just pouted and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, playing with my hair.
"You're so damn cute!" Jacob said as he, Embry and Quil walked past, 'affectionately' pinching Brady's cheeks.
"Bless him," Embry and Quil said at the same time, heaving a soft sigh each before they all carried on walking, Brady shoving at Jacob.
"I hate you all," he grumbled. Collin and I laughed and I wrapped my arms around his waist – which I was sad to say was covered by a t-shirt. Damn tops, hiding Brady's loveliness.
Brady continued to look all unhappy until he started amusing himself with pulling at my hair while I stayed tucked under his arm. He happily pulled at a couple of the curls and then smiled to himself when they sprung back.
"There you are, Zoë!" Moose said exasperatedly as she and the other girls marched over to us.
"Where the hell did you go?" Kat asked, "You were just standing there one moment, and then running off the next."
"Sorry, I… err," my eyes flickered to Brady. "Got distracted."
I may have seen Brady through the doors and completely cut off the conversation I was in the middle of to run at him. You can't blame me – I only saw him for the tiniest amount yesterday.
Moose's eyes narrowed as Brady leaned his face against the top of my head. I felt him smiling against my hair and I rolled my eyes and shoved him. "Shut up," I grumbled and he sent me his blinding smile.
"I love you," Brady said, smiling so happily it made my heart melt into pieces as I stared up into those eyes that I love so much.
"Okay, you're making me feel sick. Lets go," Moose said when Brady went to kiss my forehead, grabbing my hand and trying to pull me along. I frowned, having wanted to feel his lips against my forehead.
Brady's hands automatically gripped my waist and Moose nearly pulled my arm out of its socket before she span around, her eyes landing on what was keeping me from being dragged behind her and then she raised her eyes to Brady, glaring at him.
I felt like a rag doll, and she and Brady were fighting over me, pulling at me in each way. They're always like this. I can't just see why they can't accept that I am a person who actually has a choice and I can more than easily spend time with two people. I don't get what they're so scared about – I'm really not that great a person for them to have to fight over.
"You're going that way," Moose said angrily, pointing in the opposite direction.
"Yes," Brady gritted out. "But that doesn't mean that I'm not going to walk her to her class."
Moose snorted bitterly. "Oh yes, because you're such a gentleman, Brady."
"Moose," Babs said in a warning tone, which was ignored. "Cut it out."
"What's that meant to mean?" Brady said angrily, taking a step closer to her.
"Oh, I think you know what I mean," she said, widening her eyes meaningfully, before looking at me.
Wow. Great. I'm pretty sure she's motioning the time we had sex. This is lovely.
"Err, man, I think you should calm down," Collin said, gripping Brady's shoulder as he glared at her.
"Yeah, come on you two. Can't you go one day without fighting?" I said, trying to get either of them to calm down. It didn't work. Suprisingly.
"You don't know anything, okay?" Brady growled as I tried to pull him back.
I think the fact that Moose doesn't know something is a bit of a sore subject to bring up considering yesterday I told her that I was going to keep a secret from her for probably the first time.
"Just fuck off, Brady," Moose said angrily, her fists clenching.
"Oh, come on, Moose. Please just stop it," I begged, trying to push Brady's chest back as he breathed heavily, the both of them glaring at each other, ignoring my futile attempts.
"You don't even really know her," Moose said angrily and a tremble shook through Brady. Collin said his name in warning, pulling him back a little. "To be honest, I don't know why you're even bothering stalking her still. You got what you wanted, right?"
"Moose!" Nicks said, her eyes wide and a suprised and almost horrified look on her face. "Too far!"
A growl ripped out of Brady, his whole body shaking as Collin held him back – but he seemed to be having a struggle. It seems that Moose brings out the side of Brady that I really don't like.
"You don't have a clue about what I feel for her. Not a clue! Just because you don't know doesn't mean that I only want to be with her for sex, you cold-hearted bitch."
At this point Embry, Jacob and Quil had somehow managed to find out what was going on and had came back and were now helping Collin hold him back. I felt sick.
I shoved him. "Brady, please just calm down," I groaned and Quil pulled me a little bit away.
"Just in case," Quil explaines at my incredulous look. "He's really angry. We don't want another Emily."
"Oh, so now we're dishing out the insults? Oh, just brilliant, you fucking pervert. You think no-ones noticed the way you stare at her? Like your having trouble not fucking her at every single moment you're around her? Or the way you sniff her? You're sick."
"Calm down, dude," Embry said as Brady started trembling madly – worse than before.
"Stop it, now," Jacob said loudly, authority lining his words as Paul stalked angrily towards them, having appeared out of nowhere. The boys parted as Paul slammed into Brady, sending him flying against the lockers because Brady wasn't paying attention to anyone other than Moose.
"Don't you fucking dare growl at my fucking sister, got it, you little shit?" Paul shouted angrily.
"Brady!" I shouted as he collided into the lockers, effectively making a large indentation in the metal from the force. Brady managed to land on his feet though and he continued to glare at Moose. That would of hurt. Its like I can feel the pain too, just seeing him being hurt like that.
"She doesn't even love you," Moose said, her voice still angry but a lot quieter.
Brady's nostrils flared but he didn't say anything else, he just stormed out the school, not looking anywhere other than outside, to the woods.
I stared open-mouthed at the door he'd exited through, feeling like he'd taken my heart with him. Why does everything have to go wrong? We'd been at school about ten minutes! One moment I was hugging him, feeling all lovely, and the next he's running away all angry and upset.
This is terrible.
Moose went to say something, placing her hand on my forearm but I yanked myself away from her touch. She hurt Brady.
"Not cool, Molly," I said, my chest feeling like someone had hacked at it with a sledgehammer.
Her eyebrows sprang together. "Zoë?" she said confusedly.
I don't call her Molly. She knew I didn't call her Molly.
But I was angry.
I tried to move after Brady but Quil continued to hold me where I was. I opened my mouth to question him, a frown on my face.
"He's really angry, Zoë. You know he won't be safe," he said softly and I shook my head, trying to pull away.
"No, I've got to–"
"Seriously, Zo," Collin said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "Trust us. Just let us go calm him down."
"No – no, I have to make sure he's okay. I – I –" I said, feeling like I was being freaking murdered. He was upset. I knew it. I could feel it. I wasn't going to just let him be upset again – definitely not after last time.
"I know, I'll make sure he's okay, right? Just let him calm down."
I just kept shaking my head at Collin until he put his hands on his hips. "The longer you stand here not listening the longer Brady's out there doing god knows what. You're not going anywhere 'cause you're sure as hell not stronger than Quil and –"
"Oh my god, just go!" I shouted and they grinned. Collin clapped my shoulder and they all ran out after him – well, Paul didn't.
"Seriously, Moose?" Paul growled as he turned on her. She looked shocked. Her and Paul fight a lot but he really loves her and she – quite rightly, considering they're so close – expected him to be on her side.
"What!"
"You really don't know when to shut it, do you? I won't always be here to damn well save you from him, okay? Just leave it."
"I don't need you to 'save me'!" she screeched.
He sighed. "You don't understand, okay? Don't push Brady – or any of the guys in the pa- group – over the edge. It's not safe."
She frowned, pulling a face at him. "Safe?" She turned to me. "What is he even talking about?"
I just looked away.
"Zoë…?"
"I'll see you later," I said, walking away just as the principle came running out, shouting about the indentations in the lockers. Could he be any more late?
I was angry.
I love Moose. She has all the right intentions. Of course she thinks Brady's a douche because she thinks he 'took advantage' of me. Her words, not mine. But it takes two to tango. I know she's just trying to look out for me. She's seen me absolutely broken and she swore to me that she wouldn't let anything make me that upset ever again. But her being mean to Brady, making him angry and sad, does make me upset. And quite honestly, I'm getting fed up of it all. Brady deserves to be happy, so why should anyone stop that? Moose needs to learn how lovely he is, because she hasn't even given him a chance.
I don't know if it's this imprinting stuff or whatever but I can't take this anymore.
Crap. I'm going to be sick.
Babs ran into me on my way to my first lesson and she grabbed my arms, a frantic look in her eyes. "What the hell?" she asked and I raised an eyebrow at her. "You called her Molly?"
She burst out laughing and I rolled my eyes as she flung her arm around my shoulders.
"You're not gonna punch me in the face for it?" I asked skeptically and she snorted.
"Not likely. Moose is getting way to obsessive with you and Brady. He loves you. It's clear as anything."
"Yeah but that's not why she's upset, is it?"
"No. She's worried you'll run off with him and you won't want her. You've been friends your whole lives. But she should know you wouldn't do that."
"Mmm," I said, leaning into her.
"It'll be fine, babycakes," she said and I smiled as best as I could.
Brady didn't come back to school for the whole damn morning. I was not impressed. Collin had told me he was fine but he was just ashamed of how he had been so out of control in front of me and was currently with Sam who was smacking some sense into him and would be back at lunch.
I hadn't really talked to Moose much and I didn't really know what was going on with her. I was just going to let her cool it before she decided she wanted to talk. I should probably go talk to her but we're both stubborn as hell and she knows what Brady means to me.
I was walking into the cafeteria with Nicks and Babs when that little whore came up to us when I was scanning the room for Brady.
"You're close to Brady, right?" she asked and I frowned.
La Push wasn't big. Everyone would have known what happened by now. "Okay, stupid question. I know you're friends with him because of that big blow up this morning. But you're just friends right?"
"Yes," I said, grinding my teeth together, trying not to sneer at her. She's the girl who is constantly following Brady around. The one who waved to him and flirted when we were walking down the street together.
"Is he seeing anyone at the moment?" she asked, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes.
"No," I replied, even though I felt like simply punching her in her stupid little face.
She bit her lip. "Do you think you could possibly, you know, put in a good word for me?" Megan. Her name is Megan.
Megan and Brady.
Brady and Megan.
I wanted to vomit.
"Or, like, just see if he's interested in me?"
"No, sorry," I said, trying to move around her and she frowned at me.
How could she even ask me that? There was no fucking way I'd do that. Not a goddamn chance! She may be right that I am still in fact just friends with him, but that does not mean that I'm gonna be jumping at the chance to see some other girl hanging off him.
Brady was perfect – he could get any girl he wanted. I was not going to go putting into his head that some other girl likes him.
What if Brady does like her? Oh dear god! I think an elephant just ate my heart. I seriously don't think I could deal with Brady being with another girl.
"What? Why?" Megan asked as I tried not to glare at her.
"She didn't mean it in a bitchy way," Nicks said, stepping in front, taking hold of my elbow as I gave up trying to hide my glare. Stupid little hoe. "But, well, you heard about the fight, right? It would be awkward."
A smile tugged at her lips, "Oh, so you and him have fallen out?"
What a bitch!
I just glared at her, imaging smacking my fist into her face to get rid of that stupid smile. I tried to get forward so I could smack her, but Nicks pulled me back.
"I know it sounds mean but – no offence – I'm kinda glad. I always thought something was going on between you two. Brady's a really great guy."
My mouth hung open.
Could she be more of a whore?
How have I not killed her yet? Oh yeah, I know; Babs as well as Nicks were now holding onto my elbows tightly.
And, 'a really great guy'! That's the biggest fucking understatement I've ever heard in my life! Brady's the most amazing person, ever. He's pretty much perfect. He's phenomenal. He's the kindest, most considerate, selfless, funniest, god damn sexiest guy I've ever met in my life.
And yet she thinks she deserves him? I don't deserve him and I'm his goddamn 'soul mate'. Not that I ever really believed in that sort of stuff, but I digress. She can't have him.
Babs laughed in a way that I found was quite obviously fake. "Really? I thought he was gay."
That got rid of the stupid smile. Booyah! In her face.
"What? No! You're probably wrong," she said, smiling and trying to shrug it off. "I'll ask him later when I see if he wants to go see a movie."
Oh my god. I'm going to kill her. Literally kill her.
How can she even-? Steal Brady? It wasn't happening. I just wasn't gonna let it happen. He was mine and she wasn't going to get her stupid little slag-hands on him.
I was so angry. She doesn't know him like I do!
"No, no," Nicks said, taking Babs' lead and pointing. "See Collin?" We all looked and I panicked when I saw him. If we could see him, he could hear us.
I'm screwed.
"Yeah?" the whore replied curiously.
"I heard Brady rimmed him last week."
I spluttered, my anger vanishing momentarily. Nicks just smiled. I swear, I have never heard something so dirty come out of Nicks' mouth! Babs chocked on air, trying to keep in her laughter.
Megan looked confused and she nodded. "Oh. Okay. Umm, thanks. I'll see you later."
When eventually Megan was out of hearing distance, the girls let go of their grip on me.
"Holy shit, Zo!" Babs said as they stared at me like I was some sort of disease carrying clown.
"Yeah, calm down, you nutcase. What's wrong with you?" Nicks said, eyeing me strangely as I shuffled about, rubbing my elbow.
"Jealous much?" I shoved Babs lightly as she smirked at me.
"And we thought Brady was the over controlling, obsessive one. Jeez, were we wrong."
"What the hell is this I'm hearing?" Collin asked as he joined us, his hands on his hips and a grin on his face. "Me and Brady?"
I rolled my eyes before looking behind him to make sure Brady wasn't around to hear any of that. "Shut up."
He just laughed at me. "He's so finding out about this."
I turned on him, eyes wide. "Don't you dare!"
He rose an eyebrow at me challengingly and I squinted my eyes at him before turning back to the girls. "I'll see you guys later, I have to talk to Collin."
They said goodbye, smiling and walked over to our usual table as I grabbed Collin's arm and dragged him outside.
"Jesus, Zoë. I won't tell him! You don't have to kill me!"
I rolled my eyes as I made sure noone was around us. "How is he? Is he okay? Is he upset? Sad? Angry? Mad at me?"
He rolled his eyes at me. "Brady's fine."
I then started rambling for ages about how he couldn't be fine because he wasn't here and blah, blah, blah. I was panicking. And Collin simply saying he was 'fine' didn't help me. I told him this as well as telling him off for quite a few other things - some of which were completely irrelivant.
"You talking about me?" Brady called as he walked around the corner of the school, towards where we were standing. I ran at him – for the second time today – and flung myself at him, hugging him tightly.
"Oh my god, Brady!"
He breathed out a laugh into my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck. He hugged me back as tightly, his big arms wrapped around my waist.
"Dude," Collin said, "Perfect timing. I thought I was going to have to stuff something in her mouth to shut her up."
"Bite me, Collin," I grumbled as Brady laughed, lowering me to my feet. I dropped my arms from his neck, because even though I was a little bit tall, I was still a midget compared to him, so I wrapped my arms around his waist.
"You should have been there a minute ago, Brady. It was hilarious." Collin smirked evilly at me as Brady ran one hand down my back, the other on my arm around his front, his finger drawing squares and circles on my skin idly, occasionally tracing out the letters of my name, which I thought was super cute.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, you know that Megan girl?"
"Shut up now, Collin. I'll kill you," I said sternly but obviously he doesn't care how much I threaten him, he's a freaking werewolf and, thus, would not be damaged at all by me.
"Err, should I?" Brady said and Collin looked at him.
"The one that's pretty much stalking you." I frowned hard at his, glaring at the building I knew she was in. Bitch. "You know, kinda big eyes, really small eyebrows? Has that really flicky hair that makes her look like she has a twitch?" Collin demonstrated, pretending to 'flick' his 'fringe' out of his face repeatedly.
"Umm, no." I couldn't help but smile a little at his. Damn Megan wasn't gonna get her hands on him if he doesn't even know who she is. "You know better than to try and describe what a girl looks like to me. I just don't see them."
"Okay, good point. Anyway, back to the story." I groaned, burying my face in Brady's side. "She was asking all about you, like if you were single and whatnot. And for some reason our dearest Zoë got all angry." Brady let out a rumbling laugh. "And when poor, innocent, defenceless, nice little Megan asked if Zoë could simply 'put in a good word for her', Zoë almost tackled the girl to the floor."
"Aww, Zoë!" Brady said loudly, laughing. I groaned and moved around so I was in front of him, my face in his chest as Collin proceeded to tell Brady how me, Nicks and Babs then decided to spread it around school that they were having a gay sexual love affair. I thumped Brady on the chest repeatedly, repeating that they should shut up. I was ignored.
Brady continued to laugh happily as he pressed his hands into my back, rubbing up and down. He always seems to give me these mini back massages. It's super lovely on my back.
"Go to hell," I murmured as Brady kissed my forehead, a smirk still pulling at his lips.
Brady and Collin then spoke over me as I leaned into him, taking in his lovely manly smell.
Eventually the bell went and I wasn't happy at all about moving. Brady left his hands on my shoulder blades, his arms hooked under my arms.
"Meet me here after school, okay? If you can still come to mine?" Brady asked and I nodded, looking up at him. Brady's so good looking. He smiled and kissed my nose. "Good."
The day seemed to drag on. I think it was the fact that the girls were all walking on eggshells around Moose and I when we were together. In the end I spent the rest of the day with Brady. I just can't stand awkward moments. I really didn't even think I'd have an awkward moment with Moose, but hey ho; it's not my fault.
Right?
Brady smiled as I started to place really big wet kisses on his knuckles with the hand I was holding.
"Stop being such a weirdo!" he shouted at me and I turned to him, raising an eyebrow and he broke out into a grin. "Only kidding."
I shook my head at him, dropping his hand as I shoved him and he opened his door, letting us in.
He pulled me through to his kitchen, dumping his bag on the table before turning to me, gently pulling mine off my shoulder, surprisingly not yanking out any of my hair, which I always seem to do because it gets wrapped around the strap somehow.
"Thanks," I said and he just smiled at me, as if he didn't understand why I was thanking before he turned and raided his fridge for some food.
"I'm hungry," he commented and I rolled my eyes.
"When are you ever not?" I asked and his head snapped to me, pretending to be angry before he let out a really dorky laugh.
"So true."
I grinned at him, letting out a small laugh. He's so random.
Eventually he finished eating and we went into his living room. He flung himself down onto his couch and I went to sit down too, but he pulled me onto his lap.
He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, his face pressed against the back of my head, his breathing deep.
I played with his hands as we just sat there for a while.
"You know, Brady," I said as I rubbed the backs of our hands together. I love his hands. "We should probably talk about today."
He shook his head into my hair.
"You shouldn't let her upset you, Brady."
"She's your best friend. You care about her more than anyone and I care about you. I don't like it when she says things like she does because I don't want you upset and I don't want to lose you."
I didn't like it when he said the 'you care about her more than anyone'. I didn't like it the way he said it as if I didn't care for him. Because I don't know who I care for most. Moose has been there through everything, she's my constant. But then everything with Brady is just so… intense.
"I care about you in completely different ways. You couldn't compare my care for the two of you."
"What? No, no, Zoë. I didn't mean it like that. I just… you're literally everything to me and I know that Moose means a lot to you. I don't like that she could have the power to change your opinion of me… 'cause you know I couldn't live with you hating me. And then there was just the anger… because she really doesn't get it. It's not even that I love you like normal people love each other. I love you so much and she thinks I only want you for sex? It made me very, very angry that anyone would ever even say that about you. I'd be happy for the rest of my life if all I could do is just spend time with you, taking and holding your hand."
I turned to face him, my knees either side of his thighs. "I know, Brady," I said as I stroked his face. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you as well, by the way."
A smile spread across Brady's face and he gently slid his hands up my body, one resting on my neck as he leant forward, kissing me softly. He picked me up and laid me down on his sofa, settling between my legs while never breaking the kiss.
After a while of simply kissing, he broke away, breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry I nearly lost control in front of you today. I'd never want to hurt you," he said softly, the happiness draining from his eyes at the change in conversation.
I kissed him gently. "Don't worry about it, Brady. It's over and done with."
"I should worry. I shouldn't have gotten angry in front of you and I should have listened when you said that I should calm down. Quil was so right to take you away," he said, looking away from me. I put my hand on the side of his face and was about to tell him to stop being a dickhead, but he placed his hand over mine, securing it to his cheek and looked up at me.
"Promise me if I ever get angry like that you'll leave. Straightaway. I've been in Sam's head, Zo, I couldn't deal with what he does."
I tugged on his t-shirt, trying to get him to stop. "I trust you, Brady. Please don't act like that. You won't hurt me."
I kissed him before he could disagree and eventually after a while he relaxed into it. His hand trailed up and down my side while the other propped him up so his weight wasn't on me fully. Not that I'd really mind Brady squishing me.
"I love you so much," he murmured as I grabbed his hair, kissing him more forcefully.
"I love your mouth," I murmured back and he laughed, pressing his nose against mine, staring into my eyes.
I went to kiss him again but he moved his face back slightly, only brushing his lips against mine. "You so use me for my body," he said sadly and I grinned.
"Pretty much, yeah."
He shook his head at me mockingly. "I really shouldn't be okay with that."
"But really, you don't care," I said, leaning in to try and kiss him. It's torture not being able to.
"Not at all," he smiled, his lips only milimeters away from mine when the front door swung open.
Brady's head snapped to the door, but he relaxed a little when he saw who it was.
"Good afternoon, Brady."
I froze.
That is so his mom.
Oh my god.
How the hell am I meant to get out of this one?
I've never met his mother before and being underneath him, on her sofa probably isn't the best way to get off to a good start.
But she didn't even look over at us as she walked through to the kitchen.
Brady licked his lips, staring at the doorway his mother had just disappeared through as I debated running out the front door. But before I could do so Brady stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him.
"Mom? Mom," Brady said as he dragged me through to the kitchen.
Aw, shit.
"Not now, Brady, I'm busy," she said, not even sparing a glance his way as she pulled some papers out of her bag. She looks like him a bit. Or rather he looks like her. But they're completely different. She doesn't give off that lovely, happy-go-lucky vibe Brady does. She doesn't have the 'I'm-a-cuddly-bear-come-and-hug-me' feeling like Brady does.
"But I –"
"I've got a lot of work to do, Brady," she said in a bored tone, cutting him off, still not even looking at him.
"This is important," he said and I felt angry as I stared at this woman, who wasn't even giving him a chance to speak.
"This," she said, motioning her work papers, waving them in her face as she riffled through her bag. "Is more important than whatever you're talking about, Brady. Please, I just got in the door!"
Brady's jaw clenched and I squeezed his hand as he glared at her. "I want you to meet someone. They kind of mean a lot to me."
She let out a frustrated sigh, almost a growl. "Can they not wait? Is it really that important?"
"SHE'S IMPORTANT TO ME!" he shouted angrily and she sighed again, putting down her papers and turning to him, finally meeting her son's eyes. "I don't care how much you ignore me but you do not get to ignore her! Why can't you just give a shit about me for once? I'm your goddamn son and she's the love of my fucking life!"
He dropped my hand and she just stared back at him with bored eyes as he breathed heavily, fury covering his. Barely four seconds past before he turned, storming out the house. I noted that this was the second time today he'd done that because something related to me had angered him.
I bet you had a heart attack when you saw who'd updated.
BIGapologises to all of you. I can't believe I didn't update for over a month! That's my personal worst, I think! I apologise profusely.
I don't even have enough excuses to give you. Mainly it's because I had this chapter written but I just didn't update it because I needed to edit it and I was realllly tired that night, but then I managed to delete it when I was sorting through my files. Have you ever done that? It's so hard to get the energy or passion to rewrite a chapter because you know it will never be what you originally had.
So, anyway, what did you think? The Brady/Moose blow up was long overdue, am I right? And does anyone agree that it's time Zoë stopped messing around and put her foot down? I think so. Does anyone think that it's about time we got a visit from Dean? Does anyone think I should update quicker this time round?
Oh! And to all you Americans, what does 'shag' mean for you? Because I watch 'Supernatural' (which I'm in love with!) and the guys say "Lets shagass and get out of here." And for me 'shag' means sex so I was like 'Whaaaaaat!' I googled it – as you do – so I know they just means run fast but what does shag mean to you, because I can't seem to find it. Or I can but it just has different meanings in different places.
Anyway, I'm super sorry that this took so long BUT I will be breaking up from school TOMORROW! I'm super excited. And that will mean more time to sleep which will mean I'm more relaxed which will mean I will have the energy to write some more! You're all in luck, if you like this story.
Also, I've started 'Forbidden' which is a Seth/OC fic, which I've been distracted with and have been updating more regularly. If you have time please check it out!
To all of those unsighned in reviewers;
Janett: Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, I'm glad you liked it!
Anti-princess: thanks again for reviewing. And I definitely don't find what you're saying racist. I can't find where I said 'flat white stomach'; do you remember when it was? It was just an honest mistake. I think it's because I always put myself in their head to make it realistic I just made an accident, but I don't know why I'd forget something like that. I've read in other stories and the writers have written about them being white or something like that and I'm thinking 'they're not white, they're native American!' so I can't believe I made that mistake too, sorry! Thank you for pointing it out and I really want to change it, but I scoured the story but can't seem to find it, I am having a silly day today. I love it when a reader points out a stupid mistake I did, so thank you and feel free to point out more things! I love all reviews.
Thanks to everyone whose put up with the long wait and I hope you all still like and read this – feel free let me have it if you don't like the story, I want to know every single feeling you have about this, good or terrible! Thanks to everyone who is reviewing, reading, alerting and favourting, it means a lot!