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SPOV
"Want to go to the beach?"
"No."
"The boardwalk?"
"No."
"Shopping?"' I turned around and glared at him. Brady smiled sheepishly.
"No Brady. Just leave me alone." He sighed, but stayed put.
"I can't, you know I can't. We've been through this before Skylar." I scowled. He just had to go and remind me. I shuddered, sliding away from him on the couch.
I felt him inch closer and got up.
"What do you want from me Brady?" His eyes narrowed at me. I narrowed mine right back.
"You know what I want." I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Humour me." He smiled, getting up and standing in front of me. He unwrapped my arms, before taking my hand in both of his.
I knew he was stronger than me, but I tried to pull away anyway.
"Let go," I muttered, looking at anything but him. Which was kind of hard, considering how close we were and how much room he took up.
"I want..."
"If you say 'you', I might just have to kick you." He chuckled, pulling me closer.
"See? I knew you knew what I wanted."
I pushed him away, the surprise of my action giving me an edge.
He let go of my hand, and I took a couple of steps towards my room.
Wiping away a few beads of sweat and throwing a glare at Brady, I stomped down the hallway.
Of course, he beat me there, closing the door and frowning down at me.
I rolled my eyes. "What?"
"What?" He ran a hand threw his hair. "Look, Skylar, I know you're mad about what I said, but are you really not going to forgive me?" I stared at him, ignoring the urge to wrap my arms around him and-.
"I'm going for a walk." I turned around and stomped out the door.
"I thought you didn't want to go for a walk?" I shook my head. Of course he'd follow me.
"With you. I didn't want to go for a walk with you." I kept walking, ignoring the nagging feeling of being watched. I took a deep breath, inhaling the somewhat salty air.
Wait." Brady grabbed my arm, pulling me back. I could almost see the sand and water. So close, yet so far away.
"Skylar." I sighed, but tore my eyes away from the beach.
"Yes?" He raised his eyebrows at me.
"Give me one more chance please?" I shrugged, looking away. I squinted at the water. There were too many people for surfing, not that I brought my board anyway...
"Skylar." I turned my attention back to Brady. And the group of girls behind him. The group of girls in skimpy bikini tops and short shorts. The group of girls who had slowed down to whisper to each other and point in our direction.
I glared at them. Why would they be staring at us? Had I forgotten pants?
But no, it wasn't me at all. They were looking at Brady. A very shirtless Brady. I knew it was hot, but really? He should take more hints from Brent.
I glanced at the girls, they were moving closer. Did they not see that he was with me?
Okay, well I was a mess, but Brady didn't seem to notice that.
And those girls were about to pounce on him.
Not while I was around. He was mine.
"Skylar, my mom is scared shitless at home, I'm practically bankrupt and Sam is going to have my head for staying an extra week. If that's not enough, I don't know what is." My eyes flickered between Brady's and the approaching fake blonde behind me.
"Um, excuse me?" Her voice had flirt written all over it.
Brady started to turn...
I didn't seem to be thinking as I grabbed Brady's face in my hands, turning him to face me. He looked so confused as I got on my toes and pressed my lips to his.
Ha. That would show Ms. Fake Blonde and her friends. Brady Campbell was mine.
Then my thoughts caught up to my actions. I pulled away immediately, untangling my fingers from his hair.
Brady stared at me, still looking very much confused.
"What was-"
"Don't say anything. Let's go home." I took his hand and started dragging me back to the apartment.
"So does this mean you're giving me another chance?" I groaned. I didn't really have a choice now, did I?
"Yes." I stopped to face him. He smiled, still clutching my hand. "But it's your last one." He grinned now.
"Fine. I don't think I'll need anymore." I started walking again, still dragging Brady behind me. "I didn't know you had a jealous streak..." I sighed, ignoring him. "I could've used that to my advantage a long time ago." I freed my hand from his and walked up to the apartment. I walked past Brent and Sonya in the kitchen and straight to my room, slamming my door behind me.
Douche monkey.
~MRS*SC~
I was lying in bed, wide awake, when the lightning started. I groaned, pulling my pillow over my head.
Rain in California was different than rain in La Push. It didn't have the same calming effect. Also, the rain here made it impossible to sleep.
I groaned again, throwing my pillow at the door and then jumping at the sudden clap of thunder outside my window.
I pulled on my fuzzy panda slippers, stripped my bed of the comforter then dragged it and myself into the living room.
Curling up in the middle of the couch, I switched on the television.
Television this late at night was usually pretty horrible. But with a bit of searching, I found a pretty decent episode of the Twilight Zone to watch.
I was about to doze off, when he spoke.
"Do you do this often?" I almost jumped out of my skin.
"Brady!" He smiled taking the remote from me.
"Sorry, did I scare you?" I scowled, moving away as he sat next to me.
"No." He smirked, changing the channel.
"Of course not." We sat in silence as he channel surfed. After a while, the colours started to blur together and I felt my eye lids starting to droop again.
"Skylar?" I mumbled something incoherent in response, my head falling onto something soft and warm. "Are you okay?"
"Tired," I mumbled, yawning. I heard the TV switch off, and we were plunged into silence.
"Sleep then. Stop being so stubborn." I curled into a bal on the couch.
"I'm not stubborn," I retorted, my eyes still closed.
"Is hard headed better?" I sighed.
"Why'd you come out here anyway?" I hadn't meant to ask that, but I was too tired to take the question back. Besides, some part of me wanted an answer.
"To bring you back," he whispered finally.
"To La Push?"
"Yeah. To your family, your friends. They miss you." Sure. My parents had each other, Kole had Leah and even Seth had Zoe now. Everyone was fine. No one needed me.
"They don't miss me, they don't have to miss me. They're all in love, even Brent." Brady didn't say anything for a while, which was enough time for me to convince myself that it was all a dream...
"I miss you." He brushed my hair back from my face. "But, you seem so different, so much more like how you used to be. Before I really got to know you. So closed up and sad."
"I'm not sad. I have a new surfboard." Even in my half asleep state, I knew that was a lame comeback. If a new board was the only thing that made me happy, maybe I was sad.
"You can't lie to me Skylar. I know you, the real you. Not this mask you've decided to hide behind." I winced, burying my face in his shoulder, trying to hide.
"I don't want to talk about this." Now he sighed, pulling me up to face him.
"I know you don't, but I do." I cringed as déjà vu washed over me.
I kept my eyes closed, willing this whole situation to disappear.
I opened my eyes, but Brady was still staring at me.
"You know I love you, right? You know that's why I came here? Because I don't know what to do without you." I looked away.
"Well, you've lived without me before, so..." He pulled my face back up so we were looking at each other again.
"And I never want to go back to that." I pulled away before he could feel my blush. "Don't you miss the old us? Even just a little?" I glanced back at him. I did. A lot actually.
But there was no way we'd be able to go back to that. Maybe something close to it, but it would never be the same again. Would it?
"Fine, we won't talk about it." I shrugged, still thinking about our conversation. I was wide awake now, thanks to someone. "Let's play a game."
I sighed, settling back into the couch. "A game? What kind of game?"
"I give you two options and you have to pick one." He shrugged, but my eyes narrowed.
"Is that it?"
He smiled. "If you don't pick an option, you have to kiss the person who asked you." I sighed.
"We're the only ones playing." He grinned, winking at me.
"Even better."
I rolled my eyes. "Fine, go."
"Horse drawn carriage or limo?" I stared at him blankly. He was joking. "What? Aren't you going to answer?" He raised an eyebrow at me, leaning forward.
"Carriage! Carriage... Dogs or cats?" Brady scoffed.
"Lame question, dogs, obviously." He smiled mischievously. "Me or Kole?" I bit my lip. That was a low blow. Either way, someone would be upset. He asked this on purpose.
"Uh, well..."
"You don't have to answer. My lips will understand, they won't take it personally or anything." He closed his eyes, leaning forward again. I sighed, quickly leaning forward to kiss his cheek then move back again.
"Happy?" He shook his head, still moving towards me. Now he was making kissy faces.
"That wasn't a kiss. Unless you want me to call you Granny." He opened one to peek at me, before closing it again and resuming his annoyingly adorable kissy faces.
"Brady! Stop it!"I couldn't help but giggle when I ran out of room on the couch.
He only smiled though, continuing to pursue me until I was pinned beneath him.
"Will you answer now?" I shook my head, no. He put his hand on either side of my head. "Then you must be punished." I tried to move away, but he had me surrounded.
Our lips barely touched, when the lights turned on.
Brady sat up immediately, looking extremely frustrated. I had to laugh a little at his expression.
"Its not funny. It's like, four in the morning. Brent, what the hell?" Now I sat up. Brent.
"Well," he glanced at me suspiciously. "Neither of you were in your rooms. I thought you might've run off together or something." I blushed, avoiding Brady's eyes.
"No, still here. Nothing to worry about. Really Brent, go back to bed." He frowned at me.
"Fine, fine. Obviously I've interrupted something." He turned the lights of before retreating to his room.
Brady waited until we heard the bedroom door close before turning back to me.
"That doesn't count." I shrugged.
"I think it does. My turn!" He groaned, sitting back. I pulled myself away from him, ignoring the frown he gave me.
"No way. If you're counting that as a kiss, I at least get another turn." I sighed, pretending to think about it.
"I suppose."
"Love or friendship."
"What?" He smile slightly, kind of sadly.
"Love. Or friendship?" I glanced at him, but he was looking out the window.
It was still pouring outside, and the thunder and lightning still crashed and boomed along with the rain.
"I don't know." He smiled that same sad smile again.
"What if I asked you a month ago? What would you say then?" I looked away.
"Love." I saw him nod in my peripheral vision.
"What's the difference? Between then and now?" Now I stared at him.
"Well, one, I ran away from home. And two, Brent's...one of you." Brady didn't say anything for a while.
"Okay. But how would that change your opinion?" He frowned at me.
"I didn't say I changed my opinion. I'm just questioning it a bit. I mean, why love?"
"It makes you happy."
I smiled. "Yeah, but look at Brent. He to turned into a wolf and leave the state to find Sonya. Is love really worth all that?"
"Of course! He figured out what was wrong with him after all theses years and he got away from your dad. I don't see any sacrifices." I sighed. He had a point...
"What about my parents?"
"They seem pretty happy to me."
"Both of their kids ran away." Brady sighed.
"I guess I have to give you that one."
"And look at us..." Silence.
"What about us?" I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my chin there.
"I don't know."
"Do you still believe in love?" I smiled.
"Do you?" He scoffed.
"Course I do, I'm here aren't I?" I sighed.
"I guess I do too."
"What?" I groaned. I knew he heard me. He heard everything.
"I...I believe in love too." He grinned, throwing his arm over my shoulders and pulling me closer.
"That's all I needed to hear."
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