Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I do own Madeline, Isis, Random taxi driver, Door dude, and Beret.
Je T'Aime, Jacob Black
Chapter One
Le Mouvment
She pressed her back against her chair in France National Airport and sighed. The flight from her hometown of Paris to New York would be terribly too long. She lightly poked at the whole wheat baguette her mother had gotten her from the tiny Starbucks in the airport. She'd really wanted white bread, but her mother told her it wouldn't be good for her figure. Not that managing her weight would be a problem. The girl was very petite . About 5'5, weighing 115 pounds. The girl averted her attention from the baguette, to the caramel macchiato, to her mother's soft grey-green eyes.
"Yes?" The girl eyed her mother curiously.
"Are you excited?"
She smirked at her mother and took a sip of her drink."Moving away from all of my friends to some place I've never been half-way through my summer vacation. Sure Me`re. Im ecstatic."
"Oh, baby please. You'll have fun. I remember when I was growing up in New York. The people, the lights, the food. Oh my god the food ..." Her mother drifted off into a daydream, drool forming in the corner of her mouth.
"Eww." She smiled. "Hey do you think-"
Now boarding. Flight 657 from FNA to JFK
"We'll talk later." The mother quickly pecked her daughter's cheek and grabbed her hand, leading the two to the airport terminal.
~*~
"Taxi!" Her mother shouted from the curb of the street. "Goodness. Taxi!" She called out again.
The girls shoulders slumped. She'd thought of a show she'd once watched and decided to give her mother a quick suggestion.
"How about we try it like they do on Sex and the City?" She placed two fingers in her mouth, using the other hand to balance her teacup Yorkie and whistled like she'd never done before. Like clockwork, a taxi-van stopped and the two women piled they're suitcases into the trunk.
"Where ya' headed beautiful?" The taxi driver asked in a thick Italian accent and turned his head to the mother.
"West 65th and Lexington." She replied flirtily, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.
"Okay." He breathed. "The pretty girl next to you. Your sister?"
"Ha." The girl scoffed under her breath, softly petting the tiny dog's head.
"Madeline." She warned her daughter. "No hon, she's my daughter."
"Ah, she's gorgeous."
"Thank you."
Madeline rolled her eyes and pulled out her IPhone, sending a quick text to her mother.
Her mother felt her blackberry buzz and opened the text.
total perv. y r u evn tlkng to this weirdo?
Watch your attitude missy. This is just how we interact in New York. We're friendly.
whatever.
Madeline quickly pushed the phone into the pocket of her Giambattista Valli cropped cashmere cardigan.
"Here we are." The taxi driver called over his shoulder.
Madeline's mother quickly gave the man a fifty-dollar bill and told him to keep the change.
The doorman helped the two enter the building with their luggage.
"Its nice to see you back Isis." The thirty-something year old doorman smiled at her
"Its nice to be back James." She patted him on his shoulder as the mother and daughter waited for the elevator.
"Damn." Madeline groaned holding her stomach. It was empty, and the elevator exaggerated the feeling, her stomach dropping.
"Language missy." Janet stuck her head out of the now opened doors. "Our floor, come on."
Madeline followed her mother through the modernly decorated hallway. The pearl colored walls were covered with Van Goh and Picasso paintings. Flowers were placed perfectly on tiny beige tables.
The tiny dog jumped out of Madeline's arms and yipped loudly, turning to his owner with his tongue hanging out of her mouth. Madeline scooped her back up into her arms and nestled her chin to the dog's head.
Isis put the key in the door and turned it, opening the door to the beautiful duplex. It had three bedrooms. Two and a half baths, a little kitchen (Isis wasn't exactly Bobby Flay), a huge living room and a beautiful wood dining room.
"I had everything set up before we came."
Madeline sniggered, covering her mouth with her hand "That's what she said." she laughed out. In between fits of laughter. Setting the dog on his paws before turning toward the staircase.
"What's so funny?" Her mother called out from the living room.
"Nothing, nothing." Madeline smiled to herself. Proud of her little joke and briskly walked up the stairs to her room.
It. Was. Huge.
"Oh my Gawd." Madeline clasped her hands over her mouth.
Eyeing the room she first noticed the Macbook placed neatly on her desk. The whole room was white except for the deep purple duvet spread across her bed. She fell back onto the plush mattress and moaned. It felt so good to be in a bed again. The sixteen hour flight had done nothing for her back. She closed her eyes, but instantly opened them when she felt something warm and wet on her cheek.
"Beret." She scolded the tiny dog. " Off of my bed and into yours." She placed the dog on the floor and nudged her with her shoe. "Now Beret." The dog whimpered and lay down in the tiny purple dog bed with his head between his paws.
Madeline sighed and walked toward the door.
"You must be hungry baby boy. Lets get you and mommy some food." Beret nipped at her shoe and frantically ran down the stairs.
"I ordered some Thai, is that okay?" Janet pursed her lips waiting for an answer
"Perfect. Um, Beret has some food here right?"
"Only dry." She nodded her head toward Beret's duffle bag. " We'll get him some food tomorrow when we go shopping."
"Kay's." Madeline slumped down into a chair waiting for the Thai delivery
"That was amazing." Madeline patted her flat stomach.
"Right? And that peanut chicken-"
"To die for." Madeline chimed in. Her mother smiled at her and patted her hand
"Thank you for being so good about this." Madeline shook her head.
"Its nothing, really. I'll see you in the morning. Love you." She stood up and kissed her mothers cheek. "Lets go puppy." The little dog quickly followed Madeline up the stairs and jumped back into her bed.
Madeline shuffled through one of her suitcases, looking for some pajamas. She took a quick shower, and pulled her mahogany hair up into a messy bun. Slipping on the camisole and boy-shorts . She slipped under her duvet and let the darkness overtake her.