-Chapter One: Beginning the Adventure-
By: Lilly Rae
Fandom: National Treaure
Rating: Could be K+ but T to be careful maybe later
Disclaimer: I don't own National Treaure. If I did, do you think I'd be sitting here writing fanfictions for it? Right. I own Elizabeth, not the name, the original character I made. I don't own the places in here or basically anything beyond what I actually came up with. Don't sue. You won't win. I said right here that I don't own it. Get over it people.
Author's Note: You I know that there are quite a few of the 'Ben's Cousin comes on the adventure with them' stories and I personally love them. THat's why I wrote this one. I got the insiration for it and I had to write it. If you don't like it, don't read it. It's up to you.
# Of Words: 766
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
"So...Who is this we're looking for again?" Riley called as they drove through the quiet cove in Southeast Tennessee in an old red pickup truck. He sat in the bed of the truck, talking theough the open window in the back. They hit a bump in the road and he held on to the side for dear life. "And couldn't we have taken a car with more seats?!" He could hear Ben and Abigail chuckling in the front.
"My cousin. Once we get there we're switching cars," Ben called back, "Just hang in there."
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I couldn't believe that at the age of seventeen I was still doing this. But, I mean, that pick up did not look like the run of the mill beaters that we had around here. Okay, so in a little no-where town like I lived in, there wasn't a lot of normal. Of course, I was probably over reacting, and I probably wasn't susposed to have installed that wireless video camera in the big know in the old tree by the bend that you turn on to go onto my road. I wasn't exactly sure if it was legal, but I was pretty sure that it was...maybe. It was for security purposes, anyway.
But anyway, there I lay onm the old rock ridge. I wasn't really long enough to be considered a real 'ridge' in my opinion, but that was what I had been calling it since I was three. As I was saying, there I lay in a pair of old jeans that I had wornm since I was fourteen, seeing as I hadn't really grown much height wise from the 5'2" I was then, and an old navy blue and yellow tee that was probably about a half size too small that had Tweety(CM) Bird on it saying, "I'm not listening, so why are you still talking?" And an old pair of tennis shoes that had once been all navy blue but now had bleach stains all over them.
So, all in all, my clothes were junky, worn, and bordering on too small (But oh, so comfortable), but, surprisingly, my hair had survived, still mostly staight from straightning it the night before and my running through the woods today.
But, enough about what I was wearing and how I looked, there was actually a 'why' I was down there. You see, from the ridge I had an almost completely clear view straight down to the road. So, I only had to wait for a moment and soon, the old beat up pick up came rolling into view. And then it turned onto our 'driveway' which was actually so long that I didn't even consider it a driveway, more of a short dead end road to our house. I jumped up and headed off through the woods. I was going to have to take the long way up to the house or else who ever it was would see me.
-About One Minute Later-
I broke through the trees on to the clear(er) land of the yard. That was when I started to lag. One, because I really didn't exercise that much. And two, HELLO, I was RUNNING UP HILL, people! I'm not exactly the most fit person in the worlld. I mean, sure so I only weigh like anywhere from ninety to ninety-eight pounds. I always chalked that up to (mostly) healthy eating and a high metabolism.
Anywho, as I ran/sped walked up to the house, I managed to catch a glance at who was in the truck. A guy was sitting in the back in the bed. All I could tell was that he had dark brown/black hair. A woman sat in the passanger side seat. She had blonde hair...that's all I could tell. I mean, seriously, give me a break, I was trying to run here peope!
I skidded to a stop when my feet hit the pavement of the driveway that connected to the left sie of my house, just as the truck cut the engine in the gravel space that we had for extra parking. To my right I heard the sound of my mother's foot steps coming out of the house as she closed the door. At the same time the driver's side door opened and I finally saw who it was.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Well, that was the first chapter. If I get enough reviews, I'll put up the next chapter today. Tell me if you like it. I write fanfictions for you guys...and for my self. But mostly for you guys!