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Chapter 8--Insert Positive Adjective

"Morning honey, you're in a good mood this morning," Mom commented as I sat down at the breakfast table. "Did you have fun with your friends last night?" she asked smiling.

"Yeah, I did actually," I told her.

"Wait, how is that even possible?" Erika asked as she sat down. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Megan's your only friend and I saw her when I was out with my friends the other night," she said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes, covering up the fact that my heart had sped up just a little at the thought of being outed. I've always been a pretty good liar though-but I might not even have to lie right now. "I have more friends in La Push than just Megan, Erika," I said, trying to sound offended. It wasn't that hard because I actually was kind of offended.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at me. "Oh yeah? Like who?" she challenged.

"Claire, Seth, Brady, Collin, and Vi," I told her easily. Didn't even have to lie there.

She raised her eyebrows and snorted. "You're friends with the giant anger management kids, Pocket-Full-Of-Sunshine, and Morticia?" she asked, her tone filled with disgust.

I glared. "Don't you dare insult my friends," I said angrily.

"I wouldn't insult them if it wasn't so easy," she sneered.

"You know what else is easy?" I asked as I slowly stood up, Erika mirroring my movements.

"What?" she asked, smirking at me.

"Wringing your scrawny little neck!" I said, fake-lunging at her. She shrieked and ran on the other side of the counter as Mom stood up from her stool.

"Girls!" she said, silencing both of us but not breaking our staring contest. "Settle," she said sternly. I sat down slowly and Erika's face morphed back to it's usual state…which wasn't much of an improvement if you ask me. Mom turned to me and smiled. "I'm glad you had a good time with your new friends," she said before turning back to Erika. "What did you do with your friends?" she asked.

Erika squealed. I cringed, feeling bad for every dog within a hundred foot radius of this house. "I met this totally hot guy named Aaron," she said excitedly. "I think he might ask me out," she said proudly.

Mom grinned brightly at her. "Okay, well tell me about him," she suggested.

"He's really cool and a senior at Forks. He lives a couple blocks away and is on the football team," she told Mom as I rolled my eyes.

"Oh how wonderful. I want to meet him before you two go out," Mom said. I stared at her with wide, angry eyes-not that she saw it. She is so hypocritical! She's looking forward to meeting Erika's possible date and I'm not even allowed to date at all?! What the fuck? What. The. Fuck.

Eh, whatever. I already technically went out with Brady. Ha. Ha. "I'm going now," I said, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

"Get me one too," Mom said, not looking at me.

I raised an eyebrow. "I said I'm going to school now?" I said slowly, making sure I pronounced everything correctly for her.

"Oh, sorry. I thought you were getting a drink. Have fun at school," she said giving me a quick smile before turning back to Erika. Awesome.

I quickly pulled up my hood and ran to the garage. Stupid rain. I kicked on the motorcycle and speed towards the road but skidded to a halt before I even reached the end of the driveway. "Thought we could ride to school together," Brady said smiling at me through the rain as he sat on his bike next to our mailbox.

I smiled widely. "Sounds good to me," I said. Psh. Good? How about great? Awesome? Wicked? Insert other positive adjectives here?

We weaved through the streets of Forks easily and even more so in La Push. When we finally parked and got off our bikes I looked around. No one was here yet. Wow. I turned to Brady to find that he was looking at me…and I remembered something. Well, now or never. "Hey Brady, can I talk to for a second?" I asked cautiously.

There was definite confusion in his eyes but he nodded all the same, following me to stand close to the front doors of the school since they don't let us in early. I took a deep breath. Calm and cool. Calm and cool. "Okay so last night was really great but I don't exactly know what 'we' are right now," I said, gesturing between the two of us. Hurt reflected bright in his eyes and I wanted to smack myself. I suck at explaining things! I sound like I'm freaking breaking up with him or something! Ugh! "I mean, it's not you," I said quickly. Shit! 'It's not you, it's me.' Freaking brilliant Andy. That won't confuse him because it's only the frick'n break up line of the century! We're not even dating! Technically. I think. "Okay, I'm explaining his all wrong," I admitted, not even daring to look at his expression again.

"So this is the thing," I started. "I don't know where exactly we stand right now in terms of friendship or anything else exactly, all I know is I'm not allowed to have anything more than that," I told him, still not looking up. "And I'm not saying anything is going to happen because I don't know-not that I don't want anything to happen. I mean, I really like you. A lot. I just don't know if you like me that way or if I'm totally creeping you out by reading into things. I'm just saying that if something did happen I would-are you laughing?" I asked incredulously.

I looked up at him and sure enough, there he was, his lips pressed in a tight line as his shoulders shook with silent laughter. "No," he said quietly.

I raised an eyebrow. "You are," I said certainly. He shook his head, still trying not to smile. I glared. "Brady," I muttered threateningly.

"Okay, okay. I was laughing. Happy?" he asked, giving me a smile.

"No. I just totally freaked you out and now I feel like an ass," I told him.

He shook his head at me as his expression softened. "You shouldn't because you were right," he told me.

"I was right?" I asked dubiously, he nodded. Well that's…that's… "Right about what? Exactly?" I asked.

"About me liking you," he said easily. I raised an eyebrow, hoping he'd give me more details. "That way," he elaborated.

Now I tried to fight my smile. "Really?" I asked cautiously.

"Really," he said certainly, and I couldn't doubt the sincerity in his eyes.

I started to smile but then I narrowed my eyes and smacked him on the arm. "You let me ramble on like that for a year and didn't even try to stop me?!" I asked. You're kidding me!

He laughed. "You're funny when you ramble," he explained.

"Well I'm glad I'm an excellent source of entertainment," I said sarcastically as he smiled down at me. "So are we…?" I trailed off, not exactly wanting to finish that sentence.

"If you want to be," he said, his face as serious as I've ever seen it.

"I do but my sister can't find out," I told him.

He raised his eyebrows. "Why?" he asked, confused.

I sighed. "Because, like I said, I'm not allowed to date. If my Dad finds out I'm squashed and I won't get to free train anymore which means no open afternoons-not to mention all the extra crap that comes with it," I added. Like no cell phone privileges. I've already lost that and it can't get much worse from there.

"Okay, I can definitely work with that," Brady said confidently, a smile on his face. I blinked. He's serious? He's fine with sneaking around just to date me? No fucking way am I ever this lucky? I glance up at the sky real quick. Nope, it's not falling and I'm still not Chicken Little. Sweet.

"Seriously?" I checked.

He grinned. "Seriously," he confirmed. Then he smirked. "On one condition," he said.

"And what would that be?" I asked curiously.

"That I get to covertly kiss you whenever I want," he said with a grin.

I swear I just stopped breathing. "Whenever you want?" I asked.

"As long as the Wicked Witch isn't around," he said with a smile.

"Deal," I said.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he grinned, leaning down so his face was only inches from mine. I leaned up the rest of the way and my lips brushed carefully against his, the warmth flaming through my entire body as I seemed to gravitate closer to him. Guess my life's not as messed up as I thought. What a day brightener.

AW, would ya look at that? Cutenessness. Yes. Ness-ness. What did you think? It will be moving along a little quicker now that we officially have their relationship started-covertly of course. :D Favorite lines? Parts? Do you all still hate her parents-Mom in particular in this chapter??? REVIEW!

In case you didn't get this the:

Giant anger management kids were Brady, Seth, and Collin.

Pocket-Full-Of-Sunshine was Claire

And Morticia was Vi. :D I thought it was funny.