Okay, so I asked three of my closest friends to help me with this date thing and this is what we came up with. Thank you Ileanna, Aarti & Rachel for the help ! And thanks Danie for helping them think in the whole 'something important to Brady' direction! :D
Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga.
Enjoy ! ^^
SPOV
We were on a vacant bridge over a river. In the middle of the bridge there was a table for two. Brady was standing by the table, looking extremely nervous.
Brady had set up probably one of the most cliché dates I had ever seen.
I loved it.
"This is like one of the dates out of the movies." I walked over to him slowly. As I got closer, I noticed the little candles on the table. Everything was purple too, my favourite colour. I hadn't even told him that.
"It's not too un-original, is it?" I shook my head, still dazed by the perfection of everything.
"How did you even...? I could have sworn I said yes like half an hour ago." Brady smiled.
"I knew you would say yes. I mean, who would say no to me?" He smirked. "I started planning this days ago." Brady shrugged. "I wanted to do something special for when you could finally get out of the house." I looked around the bridge again, suddenly noticing the lights strung around us. I shook my head again, awed by how much time and effort this must have taken.
"You didn't have to do all this," I muttered still distracted by my surroundings.
"Is that a barbeque?" Brady smiled.
"I wanted to try and make it like home, but I don't know much about Australia..." I smiled, hugging him.
"It's perfect."
"Really? It's not too weird? Or too cold? I have a back-up plan if it's too cold." He still seemed nervous for a reason I couldn't come up with.
"It's not. I'm not cold... But why are we on a bridge? Just asking..." Brady smiled, leading me to the table.
"Apparently, this is supposed to be really romantic..."
"It is." Brady sighed in relief.
"Glad you think so. You know, my mom gave me the idea, I think you'll like her; you have the same taste in romance." Brady wrinkled his nose.
"Not the romantic type I'm guessing." He scowled at me.
"Obviously not. Just eat your food." I frowned down at the plate in front of me. It looked really good, all my favourite foods. Grilled chicken, fried rice and cookies. Lots and lots of cookies.
"Skylar." I looked up at Brady, he was frowning at me. "You haven't eaten all week, you must be hungry." I smiled.
"Did you make it?" He shook his head. "Okay, I guess its safe then." I picked up my fork gingerly, waiting for Brady to get it.
"Oh haha, very funny." We ate in silence for a few minutes before I heard Brady's fork hit his plate.
I looked up, surprised.
"You're done." He nodded. "You're joking." Brady laughed, shaking his head.
"You're not done." I frowned.
"No, I'm not a freakish eater like you."
"Not my fault you like the freakish type." He winked and I pushed my food away from myself.
"Okay, you grossed me out."
"Aw, but you're almost done!" Brady pouted, eyeing the food.
"You'll eat it." He looked away.
"Okay, you're right." He took the plate and was finished in two minutes flat. I sighed.
"Okay Mr. Romance," He scowled. "Now what?" Brady smiled again, reaching under the table and pulling out a stereo.
"Now," He smirked, "we dance." He stood up, pressing play on the stereo. I had no idea what was playing, but it sounded classical. There were pianos and violins and it didn't sound very upbeat at all.
I shook my head stubbornly when he held his hand out to me.
"Don't make me make you get up." I shook my head again, a bit more hesitant.
Brady smirked.
"You asked for it." He took my hand and literally pulled me out of the chair.
"You suck." I frowned, but I still let Brady sway us back and forth to the music. He only laughed, running his fingers through my hair.
"Not my fault you like people who suck." I sighed, leaning into him. I stopped listening to the music after a while, content with listening to his heart beat. I could stay like this forever.
"Is this what you always dreamed your first date would be like?" I looked up at Brady. I had never dreamed of a first date or any dates at all. I had never dreamed of having a boyfriend either.
"No, but if I did, it wouldn't come close to this." Brady smiled down at me.
"So I'm not so bad at this romance thing after all." I shook my head, leaning on him again. "Good to know," he whispered, resting his chin on my head.
The music had stopped, but we stayed where we were.
"What time is it?" Brady sighed.
"Can't we stay for just a few more minutes," he pleaded when I tried to pull away. I frowned. Believe me, I wanted to, but I still had to apologize to Brent. And coming home at one really wasn't going to help.
"We can't, I have to go home." Brady pouted. "But we have to do this again. It was really wonderful Brady, didn't think you had it in you." He scowled.
"That's what Collin said." He smiled. "Let's get you home." I started walking back to the truck, but Brady picked me up bridal style after a few steps.
"What are you doing?" He laughed, putting me in the truck.
"I'm being helpful." I sighed.
"Please warn me next time you want to be 'helpful'." Brady grinned for a brief second, causing my heart to skip a beat. He rarely ever genuinely smiled at me.
"Whatever you say, Mrs. Romance." I blushed, looking away.
"Don't you have to clean up?" He shook his head.
"I closed the bridge off until tomorrow night." I raised my eyebrows.
"You own the bridge?"
"Why? Will I be sexier if I did?" Brady started the truck, still smiling. I took a deep breath; staring out the window and watching the bridge disappear.
"Possibly."
"Then I do." I scoffed.
"Sure you do..."
"I do! My dad left it for me after he..." Brady frowned. "My dad bought it, he gave it to me kind of like a last gift."
"Oh." I felt bad for bringing up the subject of his father now.
"Yeah, that's how my mom knew about it. He proposed to her there you know." Brady glanced sideways at me. I made sure I had the right mixture of surprise and awe in my expression.
"That is really romantic. Why didn't any of that romance transfer to you?" I pouted. Brady laughed.
"Well, one, my mom never liked romance so I kinda grew up hating it. Two, my dad never really had the chance to teach me about that stuff." He glanced at me again. It must have been pretty obvious that I was dying to know what happened to his dad, because Brady was smirking at me. He didn't say anything though, not until he pulled up in my driveway.
"Hey, how come it took so long to get there and it took like five minutes to get back?" I frowned. Brady shrugged.
"My dad died when I was four. I don't really remember him. My mom talks about him a lot though..." I looked down.
"I'm sorry." Brady shrugged.
"Don't be." He smiled. "Do you want me to come inside with you?" I bit my lip.
Bringing Brady with me might make Brent angrier. Then again, having him as back up would be extremely useful...
"Yes, please." Brady shook his head at me.
"Don't be scared of him, he wouldn't hurt you." I nodded absently. I didn't know why I was so scared all of a sudden. It was only Brent. The worse he could do was make Brady mad...
"Okay, let's go."
"You make it sound like we're going to war or something," he muttered, walking behind me.
I reached for the doorknob.
"Wait!" I turned to stare at Brady.
"What?"
"I have to end this date right first." He smiled. What was he talking about? "Good night kiss?" he reminded me when it became pretty obvious I had no idea what was going on.
"Oh!" I blushed. "Oh."
"Mhm." Brady smiled as he leaned down towards me excruciatingly slow. I got on my tops eventually when I got bored of waiting. I got kissed for the second time in my life that night.
"Okay, can we go now?" Brady nodded, wrapping his arm around my waist. I opened the door slowly, praying that Brent was already asleep.
"Skylar." I winced. So much for being asleep.
"Hey Brent." I smiled at him.
"You can go now Brady." Brady looked down at me before shaking his head.
"I think I'll stay." Brent growled, but not a regular 'Brent is mad' growl, it sound more animal-like. Like that guy, Sam's, growling. Or Brady's, or Collin's, even Seth sounded like that...
"It would be wiser if you went home." Brady looked at me again.
"Nope, I am most definitely staying." Brady smirked at my brother, a mischievous glint entering his eyes. Oh no. "Unless you want to make me?" Brent growled again, and started shaking.
I sighed, stepping forward to calm Brent. But Brady stopped me.
"Not this time." he whispered, watching Brent calmly yet hesitantly.
"Nothing's going to happen," I assured him, "he's not like you guys." Brady chuckled.
"Not like us at all, but close enough." I frowned. What did he mean close enough? My brother did not turn into a giant wolf.
A loud ripping followed by the most chilling howl filled the house. I whirled around to stare at what had been my brother.
That's what he meant by close enough.
Ta-da ! :D
Done ! Sorry if the date part (and the chapter in general) was a bit short... I really ran out of ideas, I may re-write it later on though if I have the chance...
I know that some people have figured out what's going on with Brent... Was I too obvious with it? O.o
Anywhoo, thank you again to all those who helped me think of the whole bridge thing!
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