I do not know now what to name it but this is a story for the amazing fan-fiction archives... I will be famous
Chapter 1
"Oh, my gosh, is that a purple camel?" I screamed at the taxi driver in the front seat of the smelly public transportation vehicle.
"Wha-"He answered. I finally woke him from his almost sleep.
He looked at me through the review mirror. I glared at him and informed him – in the kindest way a jet lagged Australian in America, not to mention freezing cold could- that he had missed our turnoff.
"Sorry uh, what was your name again?"
"Catherine" I answered sceptically, Shannon warned me about this, right before I left she told me just how many rapists were in America, it was all part of her keep Catherine in Australia plan. Seriously, she named it KCIA and then she added more, so much until it was KCIACIDWHTTASECTARIA and that stood for keep Catherine in Australia 'cause I don't want her to take a student exchange to America rapists inhabit America. Yes my friend IS weird. But we ARE soul sisters so I guess that makes up for her randomness.
"That accent... Its new Zealand isn't it?" he exclaimed proudly "I have a cousin there."
"No actually it's Australian. But it's very easy to get them mixed up. I'm from Australia and I do it all the time." I was more willing to talk to him now because I Googled his records on my phone and he checked out all clear. His name was Rowan Harris and had been working with the taxi force for 12 years now, after retiring from the police force. I felt safe.
"Ha, ok," he laughed "What brings you to Washington and making me drive all the way out to an Indian reservation town too, you running?" he asked with a smile.
I laughed at the curious old timer and explained about my student exchange for year 11. And how I got billeted and had to learn Quileute. Being the inquisitive old man he was he pressed more into Australia too.
"So you don't actually all own kangaroo's and like ride them to school?"
I glared at him, he was the third person to ask me this, "No," I said through gritted teeth.
"In Australia we have bridges and large cities and possibly the smartest education system EVER. We do NOT all own roo's and frickin' barbeque shrimp on Barbie dolls" I think I was starting to get semi hysterical.
"Sorry," he said with a smile.
Well I'm glad someone found my nervous breakdown amusing. Stupid ex-cop now taxi driver.
We drove in silence for another 10 minutes. Even though it was midnight in Australia it was day time here and I could see everything perfectly. Even though it was over cast, the faint light that the dark clouds were letting through illuminated the scenery. Everything was just so green. The grass was green, everything was just so lush. Compared to the crappy dirt town I lived in, this place was bloody paradise. It was just amazing, and the sun hardly ever came out. YAY! I loved it! Now I would not have to worry about getting a tan. I could remain as pale as I wanted to. I would also fit into my new not permanent high school. Oh no...I would fit in. I wallowed in despair for fear of being classed as normal when I got to my new school.
I let out a sound that showed my sudden depression and the taxi driver smirked at me from the review mirror.
"Well where to in this little ghost town of a reservation, there is like no one here," said the old man, now trying to sound like a teenager.
Speaking of which wow! Oh my Gucci! Praise the food! CHECK OUT THOSE COUSINS BROTHERS! Wow those guys were huge...and hot. They were so hot. They were all identical right down to the teasing smirks on their faces. I counted four of them all with shaggy black hair, tan skin and their chests...oooh their chests. I quickly dialled Shannon's number.
I gave the address to the wanna-be and waited for Shannon to pick up. She answered on the last ring. She never kept her phone on her.
"Catherine...Are you being raped? Quickly stop drop and roll. Or something like that."
"No Shannon, and that's for fire," I said in a puzzled tone, "I found some cousin brothers, SHIRTLESS!"
"No way... HOTTT get pictures now! What are you talking to me for? Explain, explain. Give me visual images!"
I laughed at her enthusiasm. She was so funny, and desperate. Then again so was I. We really needed boyfriends.
"Ok they're tall." I started.
"HOT!"
"Stop interrupting! Black hair, tanned skin and muscles, oooh chests. Wait no they, I can't see. They're gone." I sniffed.
"What where did they go? Tell them to come back!" My blonde friend begged.
"Shannon I can't do that. I got to go now honey. I love you," I said
"I love you, be safe and DONT GET RAPED!"
She screamed the last part so loud, the old man up the front heard her and smirked at me again. That smirk was really starting to annoy me. I thought about Shannon, we were so opposite I had extremely long, dark brown hair, was not short but more fun sized, as the t-shirt she bought me states and moss green eyes. She had long blonde hair that contrasted with her dark brown eyes and was on the tall side. She was tanned, I was pale-I hated the sun. She liked bright colours while I tended to lean more toward the darker side of the force. I never went anywhere without my black eyeliner and some black item of clothing. Now don't get me wrong it's not like we had nothing in common. Oh no we were so close I knew everything about her and vice versa. But possibly our largest thing we had in common was our love of boys. Perving was our favourite pastimes.
I smiled. We were best friends and I remembered our other friend, Codie we had gone through a lot but our friendship was as tight as ever. She was taller than me of course but not as tall as Shannon. She had short dark brown, kinda black, hair. She had a great body and bubbly personality. I loved her. She was also vice president for KCIACIDWHTTASECTARIA. Oh yes. My friends were weird.
The car suddenly stopped and I jerked out of my thoughts. I saw a small house. It was beige with a little balcony and a large front yard. I thanked the taxi driver, paid him and took my bags. I had seven. Well I was going to be here for a year. So I wanted to bring some things. I still had to leave A LOT of things at home. I was devastated when my heels did not pass customs. Apparently they were high enough to pass for a weapon or something. Sob. So sad.
Anyway as I walked up the rocky path pulling my bags after me I started to worry. I mean, I was being billeted. I didn't know these people what if they hated me, what if they were opposed to swearing...or black or worse, they had family sweaters.
But before I could continue my little run of hysterics the door opened and one of those guys had been perving on opened the door. His hair was wet and he had a fluffy pink towel wrapped around his waist.
Pink, this was going to be worse than I thought.
"Hello, I'm Seth. Can I help you?" he said cautiously.
I must have looked quite a site. I had abandoned several of my bags on the treacherous trip up the long pathway. Looking back on it now it was only about two metres long, but I swear when I was walking down it with about a hundred extra kilo's it was terrible.
But in front of him I looked awful, why must fate hate me so.
"Uh is this the Clearwater's place?" I said nervously, a hopeful smile on my face, but I'm sure I just looked pathetic. Oh fate just loathed me, I could see it now; Catherine McQuillan died of humiliation in this spot on the date of-
But my thoughts were interrupted by a rude hot boy in a pink fluffy towel.
"Yes... ah, you're the chick were billeting from Australia," he said with a smile showing his straight white teeth, lucky bastard. His grin broadened at my confirmation and his head snapped back towards the house at a speed that I could only dream about, and had, which was weird.
"Mum, the Australian chick is here. Hurry mom, I'm hungry," he yelled in earnest.
I had to throw my hands over my ears in protection of my young eardrums, poor things they had already endured so much what with me blasting Escape the Fate at 100 decibels.
Seth, the fluffy towel boy turned his attention back to me and from what I can tell will not be very long because I think he has issues with it. Attention keeping I mean.
"Soo... Say something I wanna hear your accent, I heard it's like really hot." He spoke a mile a minute and seemed quite interested. As he spoke a wide grin appeared on his face and at the end of his sentence his eyes roamed my body and it was very obvious as I was so small compared to his tall frame. His dark brown eyes scanning every inch of me, his eyes stopped on my bust and I quickly covered up. Shannon was right these rapists were everywhere, I was living with one. At the same inhuman speed he had used before, he moved my arms.
"Jack and Sally, as in Nightmare Before Christmas, man were gonna get along great." He said with a smile, referring to my shirt.
I giggled, how could I not? I accused him of being a rapist in my mind. Oh Shannon has done some wacky things with my brain. When I get home I'm taking her for therapy, even if it means we have to go together, ooh we can go to that couple therapy thing. That would really help with our boyfriend status.
I decided it was time to end my short lived career as a mute and talk back to him. I tried really hard to ignore the fact he was in a towel, and a big pink fluffy one at that.
"Ok well in that case, hi Seth my name is Catherine...Could you please, um, help me with my-"
At that moment a middle aged lady barged out of the front door and pushed Seth out of the way. She pulled me into a warm hug and I matched her in an enthusiastic one. She pulled back and gave me a wide smile. She had short black hair, glasses and was about the same height as me, so it was safe to say that she was short. She wore a well used apron and jeans.
"Catherine, I am so happy to meet you. I have been looking forward to this for months now. We said goodbye to Leah last night and had no idea when you would arrive. Oh Leah's my daughter, the one you're switching with. Seth Clearwater, make yourself useful and collect those bags down the pathway."
He looked like he was about to argue but short people are scary. Seth seemed to think so too because he went. His mother, I was guessing looked at him walk away with a very convincing glare. Suddenly the lady I was trying to engage in conversation with went vey pink. She just sighed and looked in embarrassment down the path. I followed her gaze and saw something that had imprinted itself in my memories forever. I dropped to the ground and cried,
"My poor innocent mind...its SCARRRED. I'll never be the same. I'll have to change my name to Fluffykins and move to bloody Paris as in Texas not France. Ahhh!"
For behold in the name of all that is black, fluffy towel hot rude boy whatever he was called had let the towel drop and his cheeks were visible for all to see. At least I only saw his ass.
The Clearwater's looked back at me their eyes brimming with amusement...and embarrassment. I was so tired.
"I am so sorry, my son seems to think our front yard is a nudist beach. I would say he had issues keeping it in his pants but he does not wear them much. I promise he will try in front of you." She said
"Oh, ha yeah, sorry I'm kinda tired," I said from my spot on the floor, looking up at them with droopy eyes.
"Right that's it, it has nothing to do with the fact my son dropped his towel," she said with a smile
Seth had pulled his towel back to the spot where it was originally placed.
"My mum was lying," he screamed" I do not walk around in the nudie," he said
I laughed again. He said nudie.
"It's okay. Just keep your clothes on while I'm around kay?" I said, trying hard to control my hysterical laughter.
"Yup, I promise... and you didn't see anything did you" he asked in a nervous tone.
"Only your cheeks," I replied with a grin.
"Well you can just not repeat this situation," he said abashedly.
I then decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to belt out 'Situations' by Escape the Fate.
"Situations, are irrelevant now. She likes the way that I tease. I like the way that..."
Seth joined me in for the rest of the line.
"She breathes. She touched my ooh. I touched her ahh..."
Just then Sue, I remembered her name now, shut us both up with something about remaining age appropriate in song choices. After I pointed out what Seth was, wearing she quickly ushered me inside. Even though I had only been here for a little bit I already liked my new temporary home. It was going to be a really fun year.
End of chapter one
