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A/N-This is only the first chapter, so it's a little short, but the other chapter will be longer. And all the outfits can be found on my Polyvore page. The link is in my Bio. Enjoy and don't forget to review!
Indy's POV
Holly and I stood outside a huge mansion in the middle of the forest in Forks, Washington, at about 3 in the morning. It was still really dark out, but we could see lights coming from inside the house.
"I just want it to go on record, that if this ends badly, I was completely against it from the start. I've always been against it." I said as we climbed the front steps.
"Oh hush, can't you just be a little happy?"She said, gripping my hand tighter. Her voice was racked with nerves, I could tell. She wasn't sure this was going to go down well either. But at least she could she the silver lining in this ridiculous plan. Freakin' little miss sunshine.
I wasn't completely sure how she talked me into this plan of hers. Anytime that she's eveer brought it up, I've been against it. But I've never been able to stop her when there's something she really wants. Holly is just one of those people. There's really no other way to describe her.
I stuffed my free hand into the pocket of my ripped and paint splattered skinny jeans and sighed. Besides the jeans, I had on a grey 'Back to the Future' t-shirt, black high-top converse, and a grey cat eared beanie. Holly had on a pair of light mint blue skinny jeans, a half sleeved grey shirt that said 'Fun' in light mint blue 'of a' in purple and 'kind' in red, a pair of red boots, and a purple beanie. We looked like ordinary girls, but Indiana Noemi Pride and Holland Raina Pride were anything but ordinary. These people weren't gonna know what hit them.
"Here we go." Holly let out a shaky breath. I squeezed her hand.
"Just knock already." I said. She smiled at me, knowing that sarcasm was my way of showing her that I cared.
She slowly raised one hand and hesitantly knock on the door with her pale knuckles. A few seconds later, the door was opened by a very pretty in her early thirties. She had a heart-shaped face and beautiful carmel colored hair.
"May I help you girls?" Her voice was like a tinkling melody.
"Um, Yes. We're looking for a Emmett McCarty Cullen. Is he here please?"
"Yes, come inside and I'll go get him." She moved out of th doorway and showed us into a spacious foyer. "I will just be a minute." She went off somewhere and we were left alone.
Holly was practically vibrating with nervousness next to me.
'Holls, calm down.' I said to her mentally through our twin telepathy.
'I can't! I'm so excited!' She replied.
I hated that she was so excited, I really didn't want her to be crush if things didn't turn out quite the way she wanted them. I gripped her hand a little tighter and gave her a soft, slightly sad smile. She knew what I was think, she knew I was worried for her. A second later we heard loud footsteps, like someone running down stairs, and then HE was there. Standing just as I vaguely remembered him. The same teddy bear look. The huge muscles and tall frame. The thick, brown curls and the stunning blue eyes. Mine and Holly's eyes.
Just the sight of him brought back memories, both good and bad. But, despite the good memories, I wanted to hurt him. Hurt him like he had hurt me. I wanted to give hima taste of his own medicine, then he could see how he liked it. My rage started to build at just the sight of him. My blood started to boil, but I kept my temper in keep for Holly's sake. She had such high hopes for this little plan of her, and I wasn't about to allow myself to do something stupid and ruin her plan. I couldn't stand to see my sister upset.
"Hello. I'm Emmett. Can I help you?"
It took Holly a second to get a hold of herself.
"Y-yes. We..we just wanted to meet you so badly. Well, not really meet you. See you again. It's been such a long time and we've missed you so much! Well, I have. Indy's a bit sore about the whole thing where you never came back for us. She say's that you stopped loving us because you never came back for us, but I've told her that's not true, that you never stopped loving us and that you must of had a perfectly good reason for not coming back to us. But she won't believe me. She's been touchy ever since the incident with Ja-"
She was cut off when I jabbed her hard in the ribs with my elbow.
"You're rambling." I growled. 'And you were about to spill my secrets.' I thought.
Emmett was looking at us like we were crazy.
"Um...Do I know you two?" He said.
Holly reached into her bottomless backpack. (We had our backpacks charmed a few years ago, by a friend. It was a great help. I have one too.) It was a simple purple canvas backpack. She pulled out a photograph. It showed a beautiful young women. She only looked about nineteen years old. She had straight, long golden honey blonde hair. She was laughing and her chocolate eyes shined. She had a small child that only looked about one, with the same honey locks as her own, held in her arms. The girl's eyes were a bright, shiney blue. Emmett was standing beside her, smiling and laughing along with her, holding an identical child in his arms. They looked so happy together and a part of me wished it could be that way again. But the feeling was gone as suddenly as it had come, and I rememebered what Emmett had done to us. But I knew that picture well nonetheless. She handed it to him, her hand shaking just a bit.
Emmett paled as he looked at the picture, his eyes going wide with shock. "Where did you get this?" His voice was barely above a whisper.
"It was our mothers."
"Who are you two?" He asked, his voice still quiet but now slightly cold. So, we had dredged up some memories, had we?
"What?" I spat. "Don't you remember us, Dad?"