A/N: Hello there! This is my first attempt at a Twilight based story, hope everyone...SOMEWHAT likes it. It is what happens when my friends and I get together and semi-make-fun-of Edward....and Bella. hahaa. Nothing wrong with them, they're just not my faves.
Be warned though...there is FOUL LANGUAGE IN HERE! NOT MENT FOR THOSE WHO DO NOT LIKE RANDOM OUTBURST OF CERTAIN WORDS....
I believe that, that is all I have to say at the moment.
I do not own anyone of the characters in here except for: Teagan Rueaux, Eric Ransom, Ringo Rueaux, Mitch Rocco, Giovanni Rocco!!!
N-JOY
CHAPTER UNO! : INTRODUCTION
"Can we go to Arkansas?"
"For the last time, no we are not going to fucking Arkansas."
"Awe, but T…c'mon…"
"NO ERIC!"
"But why not," my best friend whined from the passenger seat, his ocean blues on me as I sat behind the steering wheel.
"Because, no one here cares about Amy Lee, except you…" I finished.
He sat there, arms crossed and pout on his face, "That's because it's only you and me IN the car."
"Duh," I replied with a smirk.
It's quite hard to believe that we just turned 18, not even 3 ½ months ago. Regardless, that thing over there is my best friend in the world, Eric Ransom. Kickass last name, right? Well, we're taking a little road trip to the middle of nowhere, Port Angles, Washington. More like La Push, but who around here gets technical anymore? Oh, well…we do…hmm. Not the point.
"Ok, so why again, are we all of a sudden moving up to La Push," Eric asked turning in his seat to get a better look at me.
"I don't know, it's just something was telling me that we needed to leave Cypress," I shrugged briefly stealing a look out of the corner of my gray eyes. He huffed and puffed.
"What? Are you honestly telling me that you would rather be back at home stuck, still in school mind you, bored out of your little homo mind, than on an EPIC road trip with ME!? Your bestest best friend like EVAR!?" I explained, elaborating on just about everything. He laughed at my facial expressions before shaking his head.
"Man, what would I ever do with out you," he threw his arms around me.
"AHHH! ERIC! IM DRIVING! 18 WHEELER! 18 WHEELER!" I mocked fear, although, there was an 18 wheeler in the next lane over that was trying to pass us. Though me being the most road-raged person and bat outta hell driver, I would not let that happen.
"Well, now that THAT is out of your system young lady," Eric exclaimed clutching his chest to where his heart would be, "Sooo…can we make a stop in Arkansas?" a sly smirked played on his lips.
I swear…if I hadn't been driving I would have pounced on him and strangled his neck. My eyes twitched a bit before I looked back at him,
"NO! If you haven't noticed Ransom, we are WAY past the boarder to Arkansas."
"But, but, but Amy Lee lived there,"
"News flash dude, not any more. Doesn't she live in like what, California? Or like Hollywood?" He looked at me confused.
"Oh, I don't know?"
"WTF you mean you don't know? Don't you follow her blog, or facebook twitter crap?" I asked astonished as to how he ever took a liking to her and didn't even know how to keep track of her.
His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree in New York, "she has a blog?"
I mentally slapped my head.
Suddenly he jumped into the backseat of my Pontiac grand am, and rummaged through a bunch of bags before leaning on the seats,
"Hey, where is your bag with your laptop in it?"
"Umm, it should be in the military looking messenger bag…why?" I replied.
"OK THANK YOU!" he smiled and went on with his searches until he came upon the bag and almost ripped through everything just to get to my laptop: Moeghar. Yeah that's right, I name my things. Wait till you get to my cameras.
"Ok here goes nothing," I heard him talk to himself.
I ignored it and just went to turn up the music before returning my attention to driving. I passed a sign indicating that we had another few hours until we reached the outskirts of Port Angles.
"Hey Ransom, we're almost-"
"Shh,"
"Excuse you bitch,"
"I said Shh, Teagan…" I looked into the review mirror at the handsome figure in the backseat pouring over my laptop, waiting, impatiently, for it to load up and start before he could check out Amy Lee's blog or what not.
I glared at him, one that he didn't even witness and experience. It was my turn to pout now, until Streetlight Manifesto's "point/counterpoint" started blaring from my frozen piss colored ipod, as my older brother continues to remind me. Hell I didn't care, I liked the color. Wait, that kind of sounds weird, and gross huh?
I started car karaoke and before it could even get to the first chorus, Eric let out one of the most unnecessary blood curling and actually pretty girly scream I think I have ever heard.
I literally had to stop the car on the side of the road in order to look at him in face, "WTH is your fucking problem Eric!?" I yelled holding one hand to my damaged right ear, "I think you ruptured my fucking ear drum, ya!"
He just looked at me, "So sorry about that…" he replied sarcastically.
"Well what's the problem?"
"There's no internet reception here in the fucking car, that's what!" he was pissed and the face he made, made it a lot harder for me to ignore that fact that we were on the side of an unknown road, in the early hours of the morning, in an unknown place, windows rolled down with blaring music and even louder teenagers. Wow, if we didn't get pulled over for my driving, I was sure there was going to be a cop stopping us soon for just being dumb-ass'.
I couldn't help but laugh, and in turn he did too. 'WOW!' I mouthed to him, as he slipped back into the passenger seat and we were off again.
"Oh? On their way now?" a voice was heard coming from downstairs.
A boy, of the age of 20 stood on the stairs of his home, as he listened in on his mother and her late night phone calling.
"Well shit Ringo! You think you could have warned me!?" her tone was playful even though she tried to make it sound threatening.
Apparently he had replied to her in a more serious tone for she replied, "Oh, you did? Hmm...well then, yeah no. I will make sure to be there when they arrive. No, no. it is quite alright. You are family." She stated as she walked around the downstairs of her home.
She walked into a room and flipped on the light switch illuminating the tattoo parlor that she ran and owned at the bottom of her home. She then walked across the cold concrete floor, barefoot, to one of the tattoos chairs and sat down.
"No Ringo. It. Is. Fine!" she reiterated.
The boy on the steps walked down a few more making sure not to come up on an important conversation. The last thing he wanted to do was make his mother mad, especially this time of night. He felt a small vibration in his right front pocket of his tight black jeans. He jumped a bit, not expecting the random text message, at least not while you lived in this town.
'Only one person could be texting me at this time of night…' he thought to himself, as he fumbled with his phone, careful not to alert his mother and slid the lock out of place on his itouch.
The picture that appeared was not of the masculine guy with dark skin and hair, but of a girl with blonde dread falls striking a very awkward and unique position with plastic playground's dinosaur.
He was confused, 'why is she texting me? Oh wait…Ringo!' he thought as it clicked in his head.
Hey Gio! It's Teagan we r on our way2 la push. Cant wait 2 cu :]
Gio shook his head and smiled. "That crazy girl…" he whispered.
"Yeah she is, huh?" a voice drew him from his spot on the steps and he jumped with a start.
"MOM!" There in front of him at the bottom of the steps was an older woman, in her mid to late 30's, with a curly mess of red hair, arms covered in tattoos of different designs and colors, bent and her hands on her hips.
"Hehee…" Gio laughed nervously standing up and looking at his smirking mom.
"Well, what'd she say?"
"Said that they were on their way…is Ringo with her?"
"Ringo? No, he's back in Cypress dealing with all the paper work on their house and his job and what not," she replied as if it was something insignificant.
"Oh," was all Gio said.
"But hey, Teague and Eric are coming up tonight…and they will be here for awhile before he does get here though. So!" she clapped her hands together and motioned for her son to follow her into the parlor.
He did so, grinning.
"So what… Are they going to be staying here," he grinned even more knowing the answer to this one.
"Wellllll…you remember the old house that they used to go and stay in all those years ago?"
"Well, yeah…until you bought it off of them and kept it with the others pretty much…Wait what? You mean you're going to SELL it to them?"
"Sell it back in a way…more or less give it to them, but just have them pay us rent," she smiled her beautiful hazel eyes danced.
"Ma, you're crazy…"
"Yes, yes I know…" and with that she reclined in the tattoos chairs.
As Gio was about to leave, he got to the door before she called to him, "we will need to head over there within the next hour babe, that way we can be there when they get here…"
"'Kay ma…"
She suddenly perked her head back up and he caught it out the side of his eyes as he was about to turn and go up the stairs, "Yeah? Are you ok?"
"Do you think you should get the boys and have them go with us; I mean they haven't seen those two in years…" Gio got quiet thinking it over. None of them seemed in the best of moods lately, ever since Bella and that Cullen kid kind of ran away together, it struck the guys hard. He shook his head, "I don't know if that is such a good idea, seeing as how they aren't in the best of moods right now…"
"Well, in that case, it will just be a surprise…hey, do me a favor Giovanni…"
He sighed, hating to be called by his full name, and yet he also favored the meaning and the power it held. "Huh?"
"Be a doll and wake me up at…" she checked the clock on the wall and saw it read 2:47AM before looking back at her dark haired son, "wake me up please in about 30 minutes. Thank you." And with that she turned over in the black leather chair and drifted off to sleep.
'Well she did work a full shift today…she needs the sleep…' Gio thought to himself as he walked up the steps into the second floor landing that actually became the house of the tattoo parlor. The Shoppe being all of the downstairs area, it was nice in a way. He headed for his room which was the last door on the left, all the way down the hall.
"Hmm…I wonder if they're even at home tonight…" Gio asked himself out loud as he plopped down on his bed, pulling out his cell phone to dial the boys' numbers memorized by heart.
The phone on the other end rang, and rang, and rang some more. After about the 3rd time around, when he was about to give up and hang up, a disgruntled voice answered. Although it sounded tired, it wasn't from being just woken up.
"Oh, I am so sorry Billy, I was wondering if any of the boys were in? Maybe see if they could go with me to get something from the diner…" Gio put on his best sincere 'I am so sorry if I woke you' voice.
Billy just laughed a hearty laugh and said that he would get them.
There was rumbling going on in the background as they all rushed to answer the phone. In the end someone did answer the phone civilly, or as civilized as a guy could get with a very husky and deep, sexy voice.
"Yellow?"
"Embry! It's Vanni…"
"Oh hey dude, what's up?"
"Can you guys hang for like an hour or something?" a smirk played on his lips.
Gio could tell even without seeing the boys that they all exchanged glances before shouting in unison a "you bet," and then running out the door yelling something about the usual spot.
"Alright," and with that, Gio grabbed his black jacket and Rasta colored beanie that I had sent him for his 20th birthday and his house keys before leaving, cell phone in hand. He got outside and locked the door behind him, and stepped out from the shelter of the house from the harsh windy air.
"So glad I brought a jacket…now hurry up and get here guys! We all miss you," he mumbled under his breath.
"T! LOOK!"
"You know, pointing in my direct line of sight does not help in the slightest as to what you are pointing at…" I stated sarcastically.
"DUH I'm talking about the sign, dumb-ass," he shouted pointing at the city limit sign that read "Now entering Forks."
"Wouldn't call it much of a city though…" Eric commented as we looked around the old and quiet town.
"Ok, so how much longer till we get to Arkansas?"
"GRRRRR!" I screamed out loud in frustration as he just giggled and found a random song that we blasted as we made our way through the "city" until we got to the border of La Push and Forks.
We took a small road that lead into La Push but was still considered the "border". There was an old home that me, my family and Eric would always go to every summer since we were little, and it was right there on a small river before leading to a path that lead straight to a cliff with the beach and deep water below…perfect jumping conditions.
We pulled up to the house in awe that it was still standing and in some good shape…kind of. Well better shape than we thought it would have been in, with our 3-4 year absence. But what was weird to us, was that there was another vehicle there in the driveway. A beautiful 1969 SS Camaro, black with white pin-stripes. And standing next to it were two people, I think. A man and a woman maybe?
In any case we pulled up to our old summer home blaring "I like to move it," and making the speakers in my little out-date, almost destroyed Pontiac shake the mirrors.
Suddenly the two people ran up to the car squealing, or at least one of them did, the other still ran, only tackled us to the ground.
"TEAGAN RUEAUX!!! OHHHHHH WE'VE MISSED YOU SOOOOOO MUCH!" the red haired woman exclaimed as she tightly hugged me and kept planting kisses all over my face, leaving, most likely, bright red lip stick smudges all over me.
"Hey Aunty Mitch…long time no see…" I replied.
She soon released me and went to Eric, who just stood there after hugging Giovanni, and embraced him just as hard.
"Mitch,"
"Yes Hun?"
"You're killing me…"Eric breathed.
"Oops…" and she let go.
I went over to my cousin and we embraced.
"Hey Gio, how you been?"
"Good, good. Got some more tattoos than the last picture I sent you guys," he smiled also showing off his new lip ring.
"Nice addition," I indicated the ring, and his smile grew.
"So what are you guys doing here?" Eric asked as we all just kind a stood there next to the cars, in the wind.
"Well, we knew you needed a place to stay, and we knew you were going to come back to the ole Teach na Rueaux, so we thought we'd help you along…seeing as how you are going to need a key to get in," Mitch explained.
"Oh, yeah. Ringo told me that you own the house now."
She shook her head, "Yep, along with I think it was, what Gio? 14 others?"
"15 ma,"
"Oh yea. 15." She beamed. Eric and my jaws dropped a good 4 feet.
"WTF Mitch?"
"What?"
"15? Really?"
"Well yeah…I need to fix them up, an people buy 'em…"
"Which by the way," she started.
We looked at her thoughtfully, "what's up?"
"Well, the thing is Teague…I'm giving you the house,"
"WHAT!? NO WAY!"
"REALLY!?"
She nodded. I jumped up and squealed like no other and jumped up and down.
"But wait, why give us this one?" Eric wondered out loud.
"Well it is the house you grew up in, not to mention it's the smallest house I own…not to mention one of the ugliest," she added with a small knowingly smile.
If I wasn't so excited, my jaw would again be on the ground.
Omg omg omg omg
"I. am. SO. Stoked." I screamed.
"Well c'mon now…can't keep Teach na Rueaux waiting any longer…" Gio stated as we all walked up the front steps to the door, Eric and I taking in these moments. Trying to remember the last time we did so. It was a euphoric feeling, being taken back in time, smelling all the wonderful things around us. I wished I could stop time. As we approached the door, Mitch handed me the key. I smiled at her, than at everyone else before placing the key in the lock and turning it slowly.