11/25/11- Growing Up Together edited.

I had started this awhile ago and then I fell out of Twilight world but now I am back in. I hope you guys like it better.

~HelloToGoodbye~


"Callie, Danny," yelled Mom "Get in here; dinner is ready!" I ran as fast as my little 5 year-old body could, trying to beat my brother Danny.

"I'm gonna beat you!" he yelled to me, smiling

"No you're not!" I yelled back then started laughing as he shot ahead of me. His long legs could carry him further than my short ones.

I saw Mommy standing in the doorway watching us with a smile on her face. I loved Mommy so much, even though she wasn't my real mom. My real one left me on Mommy's door step; she treated me like her real daughter. She told me I was adopted when Danny got angry at me and blurted out I wasn't his real sister.

I looked over at Danny and saw his short black Quileute hair swaying in the breeze. He had sweet brown eyes that danced against the bonfires we went to every Thursday. I had grown up knowing he was my brother, but when I found out he wasn't, it was weird becoming his 'sister' again. I hope when I am older that he will ask me to the bonfire like Dada ask Mommy to one before either Danny or I were born.

I walked up the rest of the way to the house, he was waiting there with a huge smile on his pretty face, "Ha, I beat you."

"Yea, you always do." I said smiling back at him; I walked in the house and Dada wasn't waiting in the kitchen for dinner like he usually was.

"Mommy where is Dada?" I said, worry coating my voice.

She smiled at me reassuringly, and said "He's at work, sweetie. Now get in here and eat your chicken nuggets!"

I ran as fast as I could to the kitchen table, so Danny wouldn't eat all of them, but I couldn't help wonder what Dada does for work. I was always curious but no one would tell me what Dada did when he went to work.


After dinner until we were 10, Danny and I would draw. I would make a wolf and he would make different drawings. We made them for one another. Danny always liked the way wolves appeared so scary but on the inside they are like big teddy bears. I don't think I ever had a reason for any of the drawings Danny ever made me. That's why now, 14 year-old me had miscellaneous pictures all over my room. They cover the ceiling above my bed for me to fall asleep to.

"I don't understand why you don't take those things down." Danny said leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. I smiled at him taking in his gorgeous features.

"I love them." I state simply. "Each one holds a special meaning." He walked over to my bed and lies down; looking at all of them and then finally the one I did last night of a darkish-brown wolf.

"Is that one new?" he asked as he pointed to the drawing. I think that it was my favorite one that I had drawn. I did it last night after school while looking out my window, imagining it standing between the trees gazing up at me with soft features. Its intense brown eyes sending shivers spiraling down my back but reassuring me from my fears with the message hidden in its eyes.

I shrug and mutter, "I did it last night when I got home from school"

"I think that's my favorite one yet." He mutters thoughtfully.

I mentally shrug, "Is Dad home yet?"

"Yep, got home awhile ago, he told me to let you know that Paul and Rachel are coming over tomorrow."

"Oh, crud. I forgot about that."

"Yep," he replies, popping the 'p'. He gets up from my bed, making his way to the door. "I'll see you downstairs."

He turns the corner and I fall back onto my bed. I hated acting like his little sister all the time when all I wanted to do was have him see me as a girl only two years younger than