A/N: this is kind of a set up chapter. I'm really new at this kind of stuff, so please respect that. I would appreciate reviews.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I only own Anna Marie, Amelia, and their parents.
Chapter 1
I, Anna Marie Swan, am in love with a werewolf and my cousin/best friend forever, Bella, is married to a vampire and it's only a matter of days until she will be one too. Is there anyone in my life that isn't some mythical creature straight out of some fairytale?
Well..., here's my story. It all started on my "Sweet Sixteen." I turned 16 all right, but it sure wasn't sweet ... or anywhere near it.
I woke up with an amazing feeling this morning. Summer ended last week and today was the day that everyone (or at least every girl) looks forward to- my 16th birthday! I had made a list of everything I wanted to do today, but before I got started crossing things off, I really needed to take a shower and, judging from the sounds coming from my stomach, I should probably get some breakfast. I was in and out of the shower in 20 min. then rushed to my room to find a supercute outfit to wear. After trying on at least 10 different outfits, I decided on a pink tube top with a light blue long-sleeved half jacket (A/N: aka it only goes from shoulders down to a little above the elbow) that ties in the front and my favorite denim mini-skirt. I brushed my shoulder length brown hair into a half-ponytail held back with a hairtie and a clip-I was not letting my hair be a pain and falling out from too much movement today. I twirled around a couple of times in front of my mirror to make sure everything looked perfect. Finally satisfied, I went and headed downstairs with a sigh.
"Happy Birthday, Anna!" shouted my mom, dad, and little sister at the same time.
"Thanks guys!" I replied, blushing a little. Blushing seems to run in the girls of our family. I mean, my sister, my cousin Bella, and I all are extremely easy blushers.
"Now, what would the birthday girl like for breakfast on this special day?" asked Dad.
I thought about it for a few minutes while going to find a stool at the bar/counter to sit in. "hmm...Chocolate Chip waffles!"
"Ok." Dad went to work pulling the ingredients out of the fridge.
"But, that's what I want on my birthday." My 8 year-old sister, Amelia, said with a yawn. I always thought that little kids were the ones that were supposed to have so much energy in the mornings, but in my family it's actually the opposite. I, the teenager, was the one awake at 9 in the morning ready to face the day on a Saturday and Amelia was the one that stayed in bed 'til 11 or so. I guess my parents had woken her up while I was in the shower so she wouldn't miss the special breakfast. Amelia was, as some people call her, my mini-me except that, instead of the dark blue eyes that I shared with mom and dad, her eyes are hazel like our grandmother on dad's side.
"It's ok, sleepyhead, Dad can make them for your birthday, too." reassured Mom.
The waffles were done, so everyone stopped talking, grabbed a plate, and started eating. I
finished first, as always.
"I'm going to go see a movie and then get some lunch with Chase. The movie starts at 10:30, so he's going to pick me up in about half an hour." Chase was the best boyfriend a girl could have. We started going out at the beginning of this past school year, 10th grade. He was my first boyfriend and he made the year really special. Hopefully our relationship will survive the summer.
It seemed like the 30 min. took an hour, but finally the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" I yelled, running down the stairs from my room with my shoes in my hand. I knew that if I wore them, I would most likely fall and ruin my whole outfit. I got to the door and opened it to find my amazing, 6 ft, blond hair, brown eyed boyfriend already tan from his family's beach vacation this past weekend.
"Wow, you obviously got some sun this weekend. Hold on a sec while I put on my shoes." I said ushering Chase inside then plopping onto the chair by the door to slide my feet into my wedge flip-flops that made me about an inch taller. Unfortunately, that only made me 5'4½"-height doesn't run in the family.
"Yeah. I spent most of my time either on the beach watching my baby brother or in the waves trying out my new boogie board."
"Cool. You ready?" I grabbed my purse and we headed out the door to his car. He had turned 16 a while ago, so he had his licence and could drive us to the movie theater by himself.
We arrived at the theater, got our tickets, and due to the long line at the sale counter, slipped into our seats just in time. The last preview was just starting. I settled myself in for a good, two hour movie. I didn't want the movie to end. It seemed like it had just started when the end credits started to roll. I flipped out my cell to check the time and, sure enough, it was 12:30.
"Where to for lunch?" asked Chase.
"I'm kinda in the mood for Applebees. That sound good to you?"
"Yeah, sure. I'm up for whatever. Besides, it's your birthday, so you get to pick."
I didn't notice it then, but I'm sure now that when we pulled into the parking lot, Chase seemed a little nervous, not as at ease as he usually is.
"How many?" asked the hostess with a smile that I could tell was fake.
"Just 2. Long day?" I replied with an apologetic smile.
"You have no idea. Follow me."
She led us through the crowded restaurant to a booth towards the back by a window. She gave us our menus and assured us that a waiter would be with us shortly. I absentmindedly flipped through the menu, already knowing what I was going to order- my usual basket of popcorn shrimp and fries. Chase, on the other hand, was actually looking at the menu. He looked like he was trying to decide between two dishes. I couldn't tell what because it was abnormally quiet. I should have figured something was up. He finally looked like he decided by the time the waiter showed up to take drink orders.
"I am so sorry for the wait. What can I get for you to drink? You're probably all ready to order your food, so I can take that as well."
"It's ok." I replied. "It's really busy. I'll have a Dr. Pepper to drink and I'd like the popcorn shrimp basket."
"I'll have a coke and the riblets platter." Chase answered handing our menus to the waiter.
"Do you feel any older?" Chase asked teasingly after the waiter left.
"No, not really. Do you ever feel older on your birthdays?"
"Good point. Oh, by the way, I got you something."
"Really!? What is it?" my voice going high pitched on the last part of 'really', but then going mostly back to normal by the end of the question.
"Do you think I'm just going to tell you?" he asked handing me an envelope. "Open it."
'A CARD? IT'S MY SIXTEENTH BIRTHDAY AND ALL HE GETS ME IS A CARD? OR MAYBE EVEN A GIFT CARD?' I thought angrily before opening it, but still keeping a smile on my face, not wanting to give away my disappointment. I ripped open the top of the envelope, pulled out the card, and, sure enough, inside the card was a gift card. I admit, the card was really sweet and funny and the gift card was one of those that can be used anywhere, but still, you'd think that he would know me enough to actually get something. He was able to get me something good for other holidays, such as for Christmas, he got me a cute necklace and for Valentines Day, he got me a pair of earrings and a matching bracelet, but on my birthday all he get me is a gift card. Now I knew something was up.
"Um...thanks." I said faking a smile, keeping my reply short, not knowing if I could trust my voice enough to not give me away.
"You're welcome."
Then we sat in uncomfortable silence waiting on the food. It couldn't have come any sooner. I shot the waiter a grateful smile, then started eating. Chase seemed to do the same. Several times I tried to break the silence, but it never really worked.
I was done and Chase was just finishing up, when he looked like he wanted to say something. He kept opening his mouth, taking a breath, but just to decide against saying anything and take another bite to eat. He did this several times before I got fed up.
"Did you want to say something?" I asked, trying to get him to actually speak.
"Umm..yeah...I'm not sure how to word this, but I don't really want to go out with you anymore. Hanging out with you is fun and all, but I don't really like you that way anymore. I'm sorry to do this to you on your birthday and all,"this is about the point when I couldn't take it anymore and started crying. " but I'd rather not drag this out any longer than it needs to. I came to this decision at the beach and."
"Oh, so you met someone else?" I interrupted. "Is that it? Well, I hope you're happy." I almost yelled this last part, getting up from the table and running out of the restaurant. I almost fell three times trying to get out of the way of people going back to their seats, but luckily I somehow managed to keep my balance. The restaurant was only two blocks from my best friends house, so I walked/ran over so she could give me a ride home- I was not getting a ride home from Chase, even if he offered.
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