The first date

Yup, you heard it here first. Brady and I went on our first date yesterday. It was nice. A little bit awkward, for me, at least. Considering that it was my ONLY first date. As everyone knows, I always say I've gotten my heart broken various times. Well, the truth is, it's only been broken from afar. The boys I like just never gave me the time of day. I was so messed up. But whatever, they were assholes. I don't know what I ever saw in the guys at my old school. 

Anyways, back to the date. We went to the movies. Deer Park Cinema in Port Angeles. Brought back some memories. I don't particularly like going back to PA, but I guess it was inevitable. Facing the past is better than trying to just completely block it out. 

We went to see funny people. It was rated R, so I had to bring my Fake ID. Why do I have a Fake ID, you may ask? Ask I said, I had a fucked up child hood. I had the fake ID because I've always looked older than my actual age. I used to go to a bar when I was depressed enough. No one knows that. I'm trying to give up the alchohol thing. Thank the christ that Brady didn't ask WHY I had the ID. 

When I went to get popcorn, this skeeze kept hitting on me and trying to get in my pants. This was strange to me, cause, I mean, I know I'm hot. I know I'm a good looking girl. But the guys never looked twice at me because I was usually such a mess. But this dude was nasty, acne all over his face and all.

So, the movie started and it was already pretty hard to focus on it with Brady so close to me and breathing right in my ear. 'Bout halfway into the movie he kinda just started attacking my neck with his lips. It felt nice, but I told him we'd save that for later. Which was hard, because I wanted to make out with him like an animal right then and there. He told me the movie was kinda turning him on. Which I knew and was planning on would happen because I had already seen it and knew there was some sex scenes. It wasn't as funny as the first time but I kinda just was focusing on figuring Brady out.

After the movie we basically sprinted to the car and had a nice makeout session. And damn, that boy is SUCH a good kisser. Even better the second time. But the first kiss will always be special to me. He slept over my house last night, and he's still sleeping now. I don't really want to wake him up. He looks so cute and peaceful. I'll let him sleep.

This town is turning me into a softie, and I really don't want to loose my edge. It's always defined me. I don't want to end up like another of those girly girls who meets the guy of their dreams and looses themselves completely. I'm going to stay true to myself and my personality. Hopefully Brady doesn't detest who I really am. Because, like it or not, I'm a bitch.

Opening up.

Opening up is one of the hardest thing I'll ever do as long as I live. You know when you meet that one guy? The football player, the jock. The one you label right away as a jerk? The one you detest because you don't really know them. The one who you usually don't take the time to get to know, because you think he's just another typical guy? I do. And for me, that's all just a metaphor. If you don't know what I'm talking about: His name is Brady. He's a werewolf. I labeled him off before I got to know him. And boy, was I completely wrong about him.

So, I was walking down my street today, not really going anywhere. Just trying to blow off some steam, ya know? I mean, after what Jared said to me, I had a right to be pretty pissed off. And I was. Anyways, back to my story. I was walking down the road and Brady was sitting out on his porch. I didn't know he lived near me, so I was surprised. He came over and he started talking to me. I was so badly in need of someone to talk to that I completely forgot that I didn't really like the guy. I spilled my guts to him. He was comforting. He told me about himself. His dad died when he was younger, and he has been supporting his mother since he could walk. I never would have guessed that about him. He just doesn't seem like that kind of guy at first glance.

We went to the beach, talked there for a little while. I told him about my parents (I miss you, mom and dad. Always.) He comforted me. Told me everything was going to be okay. And for once, I believed someone. Everything would be okay. Now that I was with him. Which was weird, 'cause I never felt like that at all with a guy before. Next thing I knew, we where kissing. And man, can he kiss. Must be another wolf thing.

Brady froze then, about 10 seconds into the kiss. So I turned around and I see that girl, Lily, or whatever her name was. She seemed nice enough before, I called her over to come sit with us but for some reason she pretended not to hear me. I got up and went over to her and she started talking all this shit to me, I wasn't just going to sit there and take it, naturally I fought back. Some of my comebacks were pretty below the belt, but that doesn't matter. The girl pulled a knife on me! She didn't have a chance to use it though, because Brady stepped in between us. But she did get a punch in. Then I hear that Brady said he loved this Lily girl. She said that Jared told her that he said that. That hurt a lot, but we worked it out later on.

I think that Brady and I's relationship could work. As long as it's completely based on honesty and integrity. And what with wolves not being able to keep secrets, that shouldn't be a problem. Should it?