Guess who's back...hopefully. Anyways, after a incredibly long hiatus I've come back with something new. Hopefully it gets picked up by someone... Okay, I've started up another Twilight story and I'm sure this point of view has been done millions of times but who says you can't do it a million and one times? Just try it out, please. I'd love at least one review. That'd be awesome.
I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: You all know I own nothing but my OCs and plot.
"So I say I'll pay off part of the car and she says fine. I'm getting her next month." Quil finished with a smug smile. I put on a smile and nodded even though I had no idea when he started talking and why he was telling me the boring story. Jacob, who was nodding off, seemed to be about as interested as I was. Obviously passing time at Quil's wasn't very interesting and made time drag by slowly. "I'm going to get a drink. Want anything?" Jacob was asleep and I just shook my head. When he was gone I went over the mental list I had to do. Grocery shopping...I'll do that later on. Finish summer work...I'll do that later too. Pick up Melanie from the airport at 3:30...Melanie Pond, my younger cousin, was coming to stay with us until her parents moved all the way up here to Washington. Apparently they were having marriage problems, thinking about getting a divorce, and didn't want Melanie to see it. No one in the family thought much of it seeing as how this was the third time they said they'd be getting a divorce. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and checked the time; 3 o'clock on the dot.
"I've got go; I've got better things than hang out in your living room, Ateria. I'll see you guys later." Quil leaned on the couch and shrugged while Jacob gave a small snore. I shoveled the phone into my pocket and jogged my way out of the house and towards my mom's tiny car. I squeezed inside and sped my way to the airport.
People were rushing everywhere, phones glued to their faces; it was like there was a sale at Super Wal-Mart or something. An old woman rolled her heavy ass cart over my foot (I'm pretty sure I felt bones being crushed) "Um, lady-"
"Not today, dirt bag. I don't any of you...you...you young people hassling me! Watch your foot next time." With a glare she rolled off with her bag muttering something about reckless teenagers.
"Old people." As if it was my fault she decided to roll that monster of a bag over my foot. I hated the airport and old people. After a few minutes of waiting around, I snagged a seat next to a couple who wouldn't let each other's hands go. My eyes kept wandering over to them; they seemed normal enough, if not edgy. As luck would have it, I started feeling edgy too. Twenty minutes had passed and still Melanie was nowhere in sight.
"Waiting for someone?" The girl asked me. I nodded and pulled my eyes away from the blotchy red birthmark that stained her left eye. She sighed. "I know the feeling. My daughter-she's coming home today. I miss her. I haven't seen her in 2 years." I looked back to her and tears were pooling around in her blue eyes. I guess she was pretty...even with the blotchy mark on her face; the guy holding her hand seemed to think so. "Who are you waiting for?"
I looked away from her birth mark when I felt the guy's eyes on me. "Uh-my cousin Melanie. She's coming to stay with me and my mom." Then she smiled, and when I say smiled I mean she smiled. It was pearly white and made me smile myself.
"Mommy! Mommy!" The woman looked away from me and dashed across the floor to a little girl about 7, give or take. "I missed you!"
"I missed you too." She was holding the girl tightly and kissing her all over her face and hair. Then she kissed each of her fingers and snuggled her to chest. "My baby." When she walked back over to her place with the guy from earlier, the little girl in tow, she gave me a smile and a pat on my shoulder. "She'll show up. You be good, okay?" I nodded and she walked off with her daughter and the guy with the same smile from earlier. Just talking to the stranger made me not as anxious but fine. I was...relaxed. Melanie would come when she was supposed to.
Then the high of the random ladies' smile started to wear off and I got worried. What if she missed her flight? My mom would be upset. All she ever talked about at dinner for the past few nights has been how she was going to finally have another girl to talk to. And God knows I couldn't stand to hear anymore of her commentary on the "Unrealistic tampon commercials". I sighed and sank lower into my chair but stopped when I spotted something familiar.
Long dark hair that reached her butt and an ugly mucus yellow Bill Cosby sweater.
"Melanie!" With a turn that could give a normal person whiplash, Melanie turned to see me and her eyes grew to the point where they practically took up her entire face. A smile came to her face and she did an awkward cross between running and walking to me (which to be honest was more a waddle) her hair flopping on her back.
"Embry" I heard her say as she got closer. I kid you not, in seconds her arms were thrown around my neck in a neck break grip. She looked small but had the strength of a linebacker. "Embry!" Melanie squealed as I grabbed her up and twirled her around. The last time I saw her was when we both were scrawny ten year olds with teeth missing and scabby knees. She'd always been my favorite cousin and now, 6 years later, I was seeing her again. "I missed you so much, buddy."
"I missed you too. I see your hair got longer." I flicked her braid and she waved my hand away. "And your clothing got...stranger."
"Whatever. Your hair's gonna be as long as mine, Emma." Melanie joked with a punch to my arm giving it a stinging sensation. "Now be the gentleman you're supposed to be and help me get my luggage" I followed behind her to the conveyor belt the swept by slowly. Not even seconds later her foot began to tap and her face became annoyed.
"Patience. It's a virtue."
"To Hell with patience." I sighed and shook my head at my younger cousin. Same old Melanie; the patience range of pea.
"How was your flight? And what took you so long? I was about to leave." Melanie gave an annoyed sigh which half scared the kids that stood a few feet away.
"The flight was alright but, God, they had me wait back there for some stupid reason. I don't even. I mean, honestly, what was their problem?" And so began an angry tirade. "They patted me down and everything as if I was some criminal." She reached for two bags that made it's way to us. "Grab the other two for me, will ya? Anyways, they patted me down then asked me about the United States as if I was some criminal. Me!" Her nostrils were flaring like a bull and her cheeks were turning rosy.
I did as I was asked and lead her to the car where she was still ranting and raving. "Wow, you?"
"Yes, me. I just-nice car. I'm done." She mumbled the last part when she put on her seat belt and leaned back into the seat. "I just don't like flying and it makes me-"
"Spazz out."
"Yeah. Sorry." I waved away her sorry away and turned on the car. When we began our drive back to the reservation, Melanie started to fiddle with the radio. It went from Countries Greatest Hits to Back to the 80s. "Washington has shit radio stations." Despite the criticism, she kept playing with the radio's knobs.
"Tell me about it." We settled on some pop song that neither of us knew the name of. Slowly we pulled up to a red light and Melanie turned to me with a cheesy smile.
"Like my new glasses? Got em last week."
I gave a quick look to her face and saw the black rimmed glasses covering her dark eyes. I hadn't noticed them at all; they looked completely normal and in place on her face. "How bad is your eyesight? Negative 4, 5?"
"Pretty much." She laughed and stuck her feet up on the dash board. "I have no idea why it's so bad. Chalk it up to bad genes, I guess." The conversation died down to the almost silent music playing from the radio. Even from my peripherals I could see her gnawing on her finger nails, another of her horrible bad habits. "So I'm going to be here for a while. Do you think I'll make friends?" I nodded. "Good. I'd hate to be here and have like...nobody like me. Ya know? So far away from my friends. Not they you aren't a friend or anything; you are. It's just you're my cousin so you have to be nice to me." And just when I thought she was done talking... "I need to go shopping too. I forgot about the weather up here. I need more sweaters." All the way to my house she talked about her soon to be new wardrobe.
As soon as we stepped into the house, my mom was hugging the life out of Melanie. They were hugging and crying while I had to be the lackey and carry all of the bags in by myself. "You look just like your mom, doesn't she, Embry?" My mom asked. I rolled my eyes and dropped the last bag on the couch. "How was your flight? Tell me it was okay." Before Melanie could answer my mom was going on about her weight. "You look thin, are you hungry? I think you're hungry. I'll get started on dinner, huh? You go get washed up and Embry why don't you go clean your room like I asked you yesterday?" The funny thing is that I did clean my room; I guess it wasn't to her standards. "Show her to the bathroom, unless you know where the bathroom is. How couldn't you? It's a small house." Melanie just smiled and nodded.
"Come on." I said. She grabbed one of her bags but put it back down after my mom told me to carry it for her. I did as I was told and followed behind her to the bathroom. I dropped the bag on the ground and she gave a smirk.
"Have fun cleaning your room."
"Have fun scraping that ugly sweater off." I closed the door before she could say anything. It was good to have my cousin back.
Melanie's POV
I stripped from the clothes quickly and turned on the shower water. Once it was hot enough, I stepped in and began what was going to be a long shower. I scrubbed the dirt of traveling and the sweat of being jam packed into a tiny airplane seat off till the faintest bit of red was present in my brown skin. Scraping the grime from every strand of hair on my head was hard but I finished it. I stayed under the stream of water once everything was clean and just relished in the idea of being able to go to bed without having to hear the fighting of my parents. When the bathroom was full of steam, the scent of Jasmine, and my mind was clear, I was done and stepped out to get dressed. Clothed in loose jeans and a nice dark blue sweater, I left the bathroom and dragged my bag to the living room where Embry was lounging and watching TV. "I thought you were supposed to clean your room."
"What are you? My mom?" I ignored his snide comment.
"Scoot over." He slowly scooted over. I sat down and attempted to untangle my hair with my hands. "So when's this welcome party starting? I need some action in my life."
"You know there's a thing called a comb, right?" He asked dodging the question.
"Yes but I'm too lazy. About that party." He sighed and changed the channel to some old woman's talk show. "When is it?" I pestered
"There is no party. Mom's making a special dinner which reminds me: I've got to go grocery shopping." I gave up on untangling my hair with my hands and finally used a comb. Embry groaned before getting up and dragging himself to the door.
"Can I go? I don't want to be in the house." He nodded. "Show me all of Forks."
"How about I take you to the grocery store and we see whatever's there." I curled up my lip at his offer and snuggled into the couch. "I'll take that as a no." It was a statement, not a question. With a grunt Embry stood up and crossed to the key holder and grasped them in his hands. "I'm going to the store, mom! I'll be back." He left the house and I scooted over to his previous spot. I had no idea where Aunt Tiffany was because I couldn't hear anything other than the television's prerecorded laughter.
Minute turned into hour and before I knew it 6 o'clock rolled around and I was passed out on the couch. It was one of the softest and homiest couch I had ever laid on and smelled of a family. The couch back at my old house didn't have a smell. Both my parents worked incredibly hard either in their room, the office or at work so the living room was never used. I preferred the one here at Embry's house. "Get up and help with the groceries." It was Embry's voice but I ignored it until the sound of paper and plastic bags went past me and a pillow hit me in the face.
"That's her?"
"Yeah, but she's never usually this LAZY!" I sat up slowly and attempted to see through the sleep that laced through my eyelashes. "Get up, bum. You're gonna eat? You're gonna help with the groceries."
"Embry, let her sleep. She's had a tough flight. Someone from the airport called and apologized about her getting patted down or something like that." I laid my head back down and tried to fall back into slumber only to find that it was gone and all I was left with was an exhausted body.
"Patted down?"
"Yeah," It was Embry and someone else talking now. "She went on a rant about it. Really. She wouldn't stop cursing. Oh don't give me that look! I'm serious." One of the cabinet doors slammed shut. "It was shit this and shit that,"
"Embry, watch your mouth."
"Her words, not mine. Jacob, go wake her up for me, will you?"
"I don't know her."
"Fine."
"Embry, don't you dare. Thank you, Jacob. How's your dad?" The sound of bags crumpling covered his answer. I was going to get no sleep so I walked my way to the kitchen to help put away the groceries. The guy, I guess his name was Jacob, mumbled a "hi" to which I answered back with one of my own. "Jacob you haven't met my niece, and it doesn't seem like Embry is going to have manners and introduce you..."
"Jacob, Melanie. Melanie, Jacob. Now that we're all acquainted," Aunt Tiffany grabbed hold of his ear, excused the two of them and dragged him out to the living room. I was left alone with a boy I just met and who was, I stole a glance at his face, incredibly attractive. He was the conventionally tall, dark, and handsome; the type every girl would fall for. And from the looks of it had a smile to die for and hair that was long and inky black. What I wouldn't give to run my fingers through it...
"So you're his cousin, huh?" I nodded and went on putting away groceries. "And you're staying here too, right?"
"Yeah. For a little while though, here I mean. I'm gonna go to school in Forks; Forks High School."
"But-"
"Yeah," I said balling up the left over bags. "I have to stay with a family friend up there, Charlie Swan. Haven't talked to him in years." A grin broke out onto his face.
"I know the Swans. Charlie and Bella." Aunt Tiffany and Embry came back into the kitchen with smiles on their faces. "Maybe I can show you around Forks some time." If I could blush any harder I'd be a tomato. I gave a furious nod and he chuckled. By that point I was full on tomato and giggling to myself. Call me a giddy school girl, I don't care; Jacob Black was hot and he flaunted the shit out of it.
"Great, we're all friends here and Melanie just about creamed herself. Way to go, Jacob" That dick. How could he embarrass me in front of a potential...a potential something? I punched him as hard as he could making him shout and almost hit me back. His mom slapped him on the back of the head and gave him "The Look". "Jake are you staying for dinner?"
"No, I gotta head out. It was nice seeing you Ms. Call. You too, Melanie." He left with a smile and my heart dragging behind him. When the door shut I let out a groan.
"You didn't tell me your friends were hot, Em. Why? I look like crap and he walks in here looking like an Abercrombie model." I could hear Aunt Tiffany laughing. "Seriously, Embry. Do they all grow that way here?"
"I'm sorry, I'd rather not talk to you about the guys of LaPush. Mom, I think it's your turn to babysit." Embry left for the living room with a disgusted look on his face.
"Ignore Embry. Jacob is a cute kid." We giggled on while she made a dinner of hearty stew. It was warm and packed full of flavors; flavors my mom could never properly put into a meal. Dinner was quick and by the time it was over I was so full I could barely walk.
"So there's really no party?" I asked washing the last of the dishes. Embry nodded while sweeping the floor. "Wow."
"I told you. Everybody was busy today so...sorry. Hey, I'm done with sweeping. You might wanna call your parents and let them know how you're doing." With that Embry left me alone in the kitchen with the old radio playing on low. A part of me was glad that I wouldn't have to stay up much longer and that I'd finally get to sleep again. The other side was a bit upset because, well, I wanted to be fawned over. I wanted to have a party thrown in my honor. I sucked up the conceited dream and went back to my new room.
It was cleaner than I thought it would be but it still smelled of boy. I scrunched up my nose and went on unpacking my things with the thought of what would happen if I did have a party. I'd see old family friends who would talk about how big I'd gotten. I'd smile and take the compliments only to be showered with more about how modest I was. I snickered. Then Embry would introduce me to his friends and they'd like me instantly. And I'd see Jacob and we'd have a little party of our own. God, that boy was hot. "Melanie! Did you call your parents?" Aunt Tiffany called from somewhere in the house.
"Not yet. I will" I shouted back but went on with my imagining and unpacking. Finally all my things were put away and I had run over the possibilities of what would have happened if I had a party. I went to call my mom first only to get her answering machine.
"Hello this is Suzanne Pond and you've reached my answering machine. I'm sorry to say but I'm not able to get to the phone right now but if you leave your phone number, name and a message, I'll be sure to get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you for calling, and have a wonderful day." My stomach clenched just at the sound of her voice. I already missed her and it hurt to hear her voice and know that I couldn't walk down the hall and sit on her bed with her; even if we only did the cross word puzzle or watched Jeopardy.
I called my dad and had a good conversation about the plane flight. He asked me if I was well (I was) and he asked me if I liked it here (I did). I missed him too and it only hurt more to know that if I turned my TV up too loud, the only voice that would reprimand me would be Embry. I wanted my dad. "Listen, kiddo, I've gotta go. I love you very much. You know that, right?"
"Yes. I love you too, daddy."
"Good. Get some sleep, hm?" I told him I loved him again and we finally hung up. Again I called my mom and was able to talk to her, but not for long; she was working on something. She told me the same thing my father told me but I cried when she said it. I loved my dad but my mom was my best friend.
"Oh, honey, please don't cry. Please don't cry." I could hear her voice break. "It's only the first day. Just...just call me when you can, okay? I'll answer. If I don't I'll call you back as soon as I can, okay? Oh please don't cry." Embry poked his head in and gave me a small smile. "I've got to go, okay? I love you." I told her the same and we hung up.
My cousin started a slow awkward walk over to me and held out his arms. "If you-uh, if you need a hug. Here" I shook my head and sighed as my glasses fogged up. I wiped them down, them and the tears that were slowing up, and sighed. "You're a big kid now." I chuckled a little. "Before you know it, you'll be back in-"
"No. I'm staying here. College, remember? In state tuition." He nodded and sat down beside me on the bed.
"Right. In state tuition." Embry twiddled his fingers and made funny faces. I gave him a shove and he toppled to his side.
"So. There's no party?"
"Oh shut up." Embry left the room and closed the door shut behind him. Climbing between the clean sheets was a nice feeling; an even better feeling was burying my head into the soft pillow. Just like on the couch I fell asleep quickly.
Okay, that's it. I hope it was alright and I hope at least one person wants to review. As for my other stories...well I'll get to working on those soon hopefully.
Till next time :)