A/N:
Hans153 says:
So NikBear do you want to write a Fic together?
I Have Fingers says:
Yeah sure
Hans153 says:
What is it going to be about?
I Have Fingers says:
ORANGE JUICE!
Hans153 says:
Are you just saying that because that is your answer for EVERYTHING?
I Have Fingers says:
No?
Hans153 says:
Good... Because Charlie really likes his extra pulp...
I Have Fingers says:
Ssshhhh, bitch ... don't give to much away ... these peeps *points to readers* get off on to much information!
Hans153 says:
Sorry *Hans Blushes* You know this is the first time in out friendship you've called me bitch... I feel we have reached a new level *High Five* Anyways So do we get full credit for this story... for the characters and stuffs?
I Have Fingers says:
*Looks up from squeezing orange juice on Taylor Lautner that is going to be licked off soon by me* Oh ... uh ... No ... you think that I would be sitting here, writing fics about them if I owned them?
Hans153 says:
I guess not ... I think we should stop going on and let these fine people read... Come on NikBear wave good by to our readers, so I can get you back to the nuthouse *Hans waves*
I Have Fingers says:
Yeah you're right . . . this author's note might be longer then the actual story LOLZZZ ... uhm ... BYEZ! SEE YA AT DA BOTTOM! *Nikki waves at crowd then proceeds to throw orange juice cartons at them*
Chapter One: For the Love of Grocery Stores
NPOV
Welcome back Renesmee, welcome back to the hell hole that is Olympia. I would say this is home sweet home, but this never much felt like home. The heart truly lies ninety-four miles away in Forks. I loved living in Forks, it has everything, rain, and a beach near by it even has my gramps. We lived in Forks till I was about ten then my dad was offered a chance to open his own surgical centre, it's what he's always wanted so he jumped at the chance dragging me and my mom with him.
For two people that look so much a like it is hard to believe how different my father and I are. I may have his height; high cheek bones, straight nose and bronze ringlet hair, But I do not share his uptight, pushy personality. I'm more like my mother, free spirited, kind heart I also inherited her brown eyes. Everyone fusses over my eyes, they are nothing special, they're brown. It is a wonder to me how my parents have stayed together all these years they are so different. They were high school sweethearts, dating the whole way through school. Well apart from their junior year, when my grandpa Carlisle was transferred to a hospital in L.A and my dad left without a word. Leaving her in hysterical mess for months, when she was finally getting her life back together again, my dad came back in the hope of winning back her heart. Which he did, much to the dismay of my gramps who still isn't my dad's biggest fan.
Today was the first day of Christmas break; I have two whole weeks of being stuck here. I opened my eye to a familiar room, the one of my childhood. Posters of bands 19 year old Renesmee loved littered the walls. Only small patches of lilac paint showed on the four walls, I had taken down a few of my posters when I left for college taking them with me to Colorado. I can smell my mothers cooking call me down the stairs. I must say my moms' cooking is something I do miss down in Colorado. I made my way down the spiraling stair case to see my mother plating up a stack of her famous waffles with blueberries. Yum, momma's waffles.
"Morning my baby girl. It's good to have you home," She smiled, kissed m cheek and ushered my to the table.
"I'm not a baby anymore, but if you calling me that is going to get me waffles, I'm all for it," Dear god these look so good. I poured chocolate syrup all over them and dug in.
I looked over to my mom, who was currently spraying every surface of the kitchen with bleach.
"Hey mom, think you missed a spot," I joked, which went down like a lead balloon. "What has got into you, you crazy bat?" My mom and I have a good relationship where I can call her things like, crazy bat and you old boot.
"In twenty-four hours your grandpa Charlie will be here," Hella yeah Gramps. Whenever my gramps comes my mom is always on edge. She worries he and my dad will end up in some sort of fight. They never do, they both make snide remakes and leave it at that.
"Great gramps is coming, how long for" I asked in between bits of my breakfast.
"A week. One whole week," She looked incredible nervous at this factor.
"Why are you so nervous?"
"Because your gramps and dad haven't spent that much time together since you were a child,"
"Okay, mom you really need to chill your beans. They will be fine; they are grown men for crying about loud,"
"I just hate the thought of most important people in my life fighting. So I'm not going to give them anything to fight over, the house is going to be spotless. The kitchen is going to be stoked with their favorite food," she let out in a rant.
"Seriously calm down mother. It's not going to be that bad; the rest of the Cullen clan will be in and out of here over the holidays. They can act as buffers, you know gramps lover all the Cullen's apart from dad," I laughed. This again went down like a lead balloon.
I went back to my orange juice, nothing better then Tropicana OJ with extra pulp.
"Okay Renesmee, I'm really going to need you help today. Your dad was meant to help, then Jessica phoned something about Mr. Tom and a cone," A cone? I can see the anxiety build in my mom's eyes.
"Sure mom. What do you need me to do?"
"I really need you to go to the grocery store. I made a list it's on the fridge," I looked in the fridge before grabbing the list off it. The first thing I had to decipher my mothers almost unreadable handwriting was: Tropicana X pulp for Charlie
Good old gramps and his extra pulp.
JPOV
I woke up to the sound of neighbor's kids' next door, screaming a wailing. I groaned and rolled over, noticing my morning wood. I tried to close my eyes and go back to sleep, but for some reason, I just couldn't. I felt like my mind was racing a million miles an hour. But at the same time I wasn't thinking at all. I was just laying there; on my stomach staring at my evil alarm clock flashed 6:28 AM in bright blue numbers. I should have never gotten that damn alarm clock in the first place.
But of course, it wasn't the alarm clocks fault that I was up at such an ungodly hour. It was the neighbor's kids' screaming that woke me up.
Don't get me wrong, I love kids, but why in the Hell would you let your kids get up at 6 AM in the morning on a Saturday? To me it just sounds counterproductive.
I decided that since I couldn't go back to sleep that I would get up and go fix me a bowl of cereal and watch the morning cartoons that they play early in the morning
I groaned when I got out of bed and stretched.
As I walked to the kitchen, I felt my morning wood throb and bob in my Sponge Bob boxers.
Yes, I like Sponge Bob. Got a problem with it? You do? Eh, go fuck yourself
I walked into the kitchen, noticing that the bananas and apples in the little blue bowl sitting on the kitchen counter next to the stove, were moldy and had fly doing little nose bombs on the fruit.
Note to self, I needed to buy new fruit
After I had thrown out the fruit that was already in the bowl.
And after I had washed the bowl and three hundred times with a bleach and lighter fluid mixture.
Then I should probably be really safe.
I opened my fridge and noticed that the only items that I had in there, were French's Mustard and carrots that were brown and wrinkly.
Note to self: nix just buying the fruit and just buy food to restock the kitchen!
I slammed the refrigerator door shut in frustration; I hated going shopping. It wasn't so much that I didn't know what to buy, but it was more so the fact that I hate the people that shop when I shop and I hate the employees that work there while I have to shop there.
But I must say . . . I really need groceries and shop for food that is edible. Even if I didn't like shopping, I would do it.
I decided that since I was very hungry, that I would go to the store today. Let's face it, nobody can live on mustard and brown, moldy carrots?
FTLOOJ
I had gotten dressed in an old, ratty pair of jeans and an old, "I'm With Stupid" shirt. I wasn't going to bother wearing something fancy because quite frankly . . . I didn't care what I was wearing . . . just as long as it was comfortable.
I got to Safeway and I found a parking spot in record time . . . which was really shocking. I thought I would be driving around and around and around just for one available parking spot.
The weather was nice, considering that this was the Washington. The sun was brightly shining in the (rare) blue sky. It was odd seeing the sun. I felt out of place with the sun shining. I felt depressed with it shining.
I quickly walked into Safeway, feeling like a vampire trying to get away from the sun.
I quickly grabbed a cart and started my adventure shopping.
A/N:
I Have Fingers says:
*Takes a big gulp of Extra Pulp Orange Juice* So our lovely readers . . . what did you think? Hans . . . think we did good? Want some Extra Pulp OJ? *Says as she pours Hans a glass of OJ*
Hans153 says:
Yumm Extra pulpy. I think we did good kid... Wait NikBear do you know what are readers going to think?
I Have Fingers says:
*Quickly stops licking orange juice covered Taylor Lautner* ... they probably think I'm a loon. *Sad face*
Hans153 says:
Yes... But also.. Why the hale are they both writing more fics, when neither one of us are the best of updaters as it is :0/
I Have Fingers says:
Eh . . . weeeeeellllll they have to know that when we get tired of writing one fic, we write a brand new one! (THIS DOESN'T MEAN WE ARE ABANDONING OUR OTHER FICS BTW) :+P
Hans153 says:
You make a fair and true point... Also now would be the best time to tell them we are looking for a sophisticated beta... so if you're interested or know someone who is PM either one of us.
I Have Fingers says:
Yeah . . . and if you got no stories up on your profile and ya PM us asking to be a beta . . . the answer is no. No offence, readers . . . It's just the we do it. *Says in New Jersey-an Accent*
Hans153 says:
Come on NikBear its time for us to go. Let our readers review... Please do, they mean a lot to both of us. That all from me... Any last words Nikki?
I Have Fingers says:
YEAH! REVEIW BITCHES! OR I WILL FIND YOU AND GUT YOU LIKE A FIIIIIISH!
Love you! *Blows kisses* BYE!
Hans153 says:
Don't worry about her... She is kidding... If she isn't I'd never let her do anything like that... Bye Guys *Also blows kisses*