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Okay guys so the 1st chapters short not much. I hope u guys like it. I'm not the greatest writer but this story has been bugging me so much so I decided to give it a try and put it into words.
Chapter 1
Perfection is a fantasy that only exists in the mind, but when given the choice between perfection and imperfection I'll always chose imperfection. Because I know that you, my dear love is my imperfect heaven.
Faye
I pushed my head against the window watching as the buildings faded into trees and morning faded into night.
You are too young honey; you have a whole life ahead of you. My mum's words still haven't stopped playing in my head.
It was like a broken recorder playing over and over again. But I am not young, I am eighteen and I can make my own decisions. And I chose this. This is what I want and what I need and I'm not changing my mind.
Are you sure he's it?
I closed my eyes tightly and inhaled the cold air trying to get rid of my mum's voice. But it had no effect, because my mum always had a way of getting under my skin. Her words are like parasites eating their way into my head. Is he it? Is he worth it? Am I really too young to get married?
I turned my head to look at the man who had his eyes glued to the road. His black hair slightly falling onto his eyes, his pink lips in a slight pout: one of many symptoms when he becomes anxious. Looking at him I definitely know what I want. And yes he is worth it. He is more than worth it. He is everything I ever wanted in anyone; he is my other perfect half. No one understand it, I love him. I love him so much that it hurts. And any way we've been dating for three years, wasn't that long enough to know if he was it?
Liam took my hand on his and gave a slight squeeze. I guess it's his way of saying not to worry. "Don't worry your parents will come around."
I gave a slight squeeze back. "I hope so. What about your mum will she be okay with it?"
I've dated him for three years but not once have I met his family or seen a photo of them. He hardly talked about them either, when I ask him he says something about having an abnormal family. But who doesn't, my family doesn't fall under the normal family category either. And the more he said things like 'you don't want to know them, trust me' or 'I come from a very messed up place' the more I became curious about his past. But I never pushed it: well at least not until he asked me to marry him. After that night I have been begging him to tell me about his family, I wanted to know, I needed to know before we got married. He wasn't very happy about the idea but finally he gave in and now we are heading to Forks, to where Liam has grown up. We are going to spend the summer vacation at his place, to get to know his family and his childhood friends.
He took my hand and gave it a soft kiss. "My mum will love you."
Paul
"What!" mum screamed almost bringing the whole roof down with her. "He's finally coming home after seven years… seven years and he's bringing a girl. And he's ENGAGED to her!"
I increased the volume of the TV hoping her screaming would die out. No such luck. Since mum found out about Liam bringing his stupid 'soon to be trophy wife' she has been on a full rampage. The way she's going on right now I wouldn't be surprised if she burns a whole village down. But to tell you the truth I am kind of enjoying this. My mum's perfect son is finally on her bad books.
Liam called two days ago telling me to put some sense into mum's head and I told him I will with glee. Oh if only he knew. Liam's the golden son in our family, the smart one, the one who got a scholarship to some stupid school in London. The rich son who has enough money to buy a whole country. The one who decided to stop visiting us because he was too afraid of turning into a wolf. The one who left his younger brother with their psycho as mum. This is payback time for leaving me and I need him to feel what I always felt.
"And don't forget she's twelve years younger than him." I yelled back to my mum.
Oh it is kind of wired. Even I was surprised when I heard it. He's marrying a girl who's my age. Eww think about it she was only one when he was thirteen years old. And any way I bet she's marrying him for his money. Who gets married at eighteen these days? No one.
I stretched my legs smiling to myself this is what it feels like to be happy. I am so glad he chose a wife who's twelve years younger than him. Now he's not the perfect son anymore and I won't have to live up to my mum's high expectations. Now when she tells me 'Look at Liam', I can point out how he's marrying an eighteen year old girl.
Oh this is going to be a hell of a long summer holiday. I can't wait to meet her. I'm going to make sure she will never forget La Push.
Okay 1st chapter done I'll put the next chapter on Friday so it'll be up on Saturday. Yay! (A small note this happens right after Breaking Dawn finishes and i didn't really know the exact age of Paul so i just made him eighteen)