So my first fanfic. Be gentle and tell me what you think of it.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. Except my characters.
So here I am. Driving up to La Push, Washington to start a new life with my family. We move into our house three days from now. But I wanted some time to catch up with my grandmother so I came early. Grandma had been living up there (all alone) for the past year and a half. She's had some neighbors keeping her company, but I can sense that she wants to see a family member.
And why not? Her only son (my father) had been living down in Florida with his wife of twenty-seven years, and kids (son and three daughters). My oldest sister, Kristin, and her two kids (my niece and nephew) Trenton and Emma are going to be living with us, until they find their own place. I feel bad for Kristin cause she just got out of her bad three-year marriage (Trenton's only two and a half and Emma 18 months) so I'm not going to give her any crap about having to move back in with her parents.
Nothing but green rushes past my car as I drive down the road to my grandmother's. I'm going to miss Florida. Unlike Kristin, I was born and raised in the sunshine state. But I do like the rain, it calms me. I find refuge in nature.
"Beautiful Liar" by Beyonce and Shakira was playing through my silver camery's radio but just as the song got good, "Don't Trust ME" by 3oh!3 started playing from my cell.
Groaning, I turned down the music and picked up my phone. "Hello?" I asked.
"Oh. Katelyn, sweetie, how are you?" I couldn't help but giggle at my silly grandmother. She can be such a space-case sometimes.
"I'm fine grandma. I'm a couple streets from your place. So I'll be there soon."
"That's wonderful honey! Oh, one second, sweetheart." I guess she had guests over cause it sounded like she was talking to someone else. Then I think heard some glass breaking. "Oh. Shit." someone shouted. Yep, she had people over. I faintly heard her say, "Boys I told you not to mess with that vase!" Then a hollow sound, like someone got hit in the back of the head. Since when, and how many, boys are at her house? I thought to myself.
"Grandma? Who's at your house?" I questioned.
"Just a bunch of teenagers. Seth, I don't care if you have glass in your foot! Get the tweezers and have Billy get it out! See what happens when you boys don't listen? Now, sorry about that, honey." She tried to apologize.
"It's alright," I said giggling.
"Any who, darling, do you remember that boy I told you about - my neighbor?"
"Grandma, for the last time I'm not interested in a boy you pick for me." She always does this - picks an innocent boy and tries to get us to date. It never works. The guy is either too clingy or not cute enough. But don't get me wrong, I love my grandma to death but she has no idea what I like. Kind of like my mom.
"Well, give him a chance. Any who" - yes 'any who' is her catchphrase - "he's a sweet boy. And not that bad looking. You might like him." She proceeded to talk about this guy for a good two minutes. Truth is I just got out of a relationship that ended badly. I don't think I'm ready to get out there yet. And I don't want this "Seth" to become a rebound either. My nice side makes an appearance yet again.
"Grandma, he sounds nice but too innocent for my taste. Sorry. We'll probably end up good friends - that's it. I don't want this guy to be a rebound from my relationship with Josh." I could barley speak his name after what he did to me. Tears started to sting my eyes, but they didn't fall.
"You always put others feelings in front of your own. And that's why I love you."
"I love you too. Look I have to drive so I'll see you when I get there. 'Kay?"
"Of course, sweetie. See you when you get here. Bu-Bye now." Then she hung up.
Summer just started and I have to live it in La Push. Luckly, some of my other friends are moving here too but they don't get here till next week. But Kristin and I got jobs at Sue's Diner (thanks to Grandma, Sue's her neighbor) so we can work for now and not worry about job hunting or get bored.
I pulled up to a nice little one-story house with stairs and a ramp to the porch. Grandma needs the ramp when she was in high school she caught polio, so she needs a walker to help her walk around.
I hopped out of my car and was attacked by my half German Shepard half wolf puppy, Samson. He started licking me like crazy (I hadn't seen him for about two days). I would get my bags after I got inside and said my hellos. After successfully getting Samson off of me, I put his leash on him and made my way to the front door. There were lots of colorful flowers on the porch. I couldn't help but grin. It fit her personality so well. Colorful, bright.
I tightened my grip on the leash. I don't know why but I always get nervous when going to a new address. It's a little paranoia of mine. I always think that I got the wrong address or something. I hesitantly rang the doorbell.
A russet skinned boy that easily was 6'4" or 6'6" and totally ripped - but in a good way, like fit not that nasty bodybuilder way - answered the door. Now I know I have the wrong place. Sammy got excited when he saw the boy.
"HEEL! Sammy, heel!" I pulled on Sammy's leash before I turned back to the boy and said, "I'm sorry. I was looking for Suzanne Forbes."
Then he spoke up, "No. You're right. She lives here." He stretched out his hand, "I'm Jacob." I took it and his skin was hot. Really weird. "You must be Katelyn. You grandma told us a lot about you." Whoa, whoa, whoa! Back up! 'Us'? Who's 'us'?
"Oh." I looked away to keep him from noticing the blush that was now plastered on my cheeks. Then he chuckled, confirming that he saw said blush.
"Come on in." He said gesturing for me follow him.
When you walk in, there's a sitting room to the left and a door that goes to one of the rooms on the other side. Then it flows into the dinning room and a wall separates it from the living room. A door to my right leads to, what I'm guessing to be the garage. When we walked into the living room to the right was the open kitchen and a hallway to a guest bathroom and bedroom.
After giving my evaluation about the house, I realized that there were about nine russet skinned people in there besides Jacob. Jacob did the introductions for everyone, "Katelyn, these are my friends. This is Sam, Jared, Quil and Embry, Collin, Brady and that's Seth. But you probably knew that though." He winked at me, making me blush, and walked over to an older man in a wheel chair next to my Grandma, who was sitting on the couch smiling like mad. "And this is my dad, Billy Black." Now Jacob was smiling like mad. Oh, those poor souls. The damage Grandma had inflicted is already done, I just hope that I can bring them back to normal.
"Hi," was all I could squeak out, cause, well, all the guys were huge. Even at my 5'7" height I felt weak. They all looked ripped too. And not to forget that each and every one was shirtless and wearing cutoff shorts while barefoot.
Sensing my uncomfortable-ness, Billy came over and stuck out his hand saying, "Hello, Katelyn. Welcome to La Push."
"Hey." I was able to say this with a bit more confidence while taking his hand which was cooler than Jacob's. Huh, well there goes my theory of genetics.
Then Sam walked over. He stuck his hand out too - what is wrong with these guys? Are they afraid of catching cooties from hugging me? "Hi, I'm Sam Uley. And I guess we're neighbors." He said chuckling the last part.
That caught me off guard. I got a very confused expression on my face and asked, "Excuse me?" I don't know why but I get very polite around people I just meet.
This just made him chuckle again. "I said that we're neighbors." It took me a second but I figured it out.
"Oh! So you're Sam Uley! You helped my parents furnish the house when they came up last week." Way to state the obvious Katelyn, I thought to myself.
He chuckled again, "Yeah, that'd be me. Have you seen the house yet?" He asked I guess just to make conversation.
"Um . . . no. I haven't seen it yet."
"Well, would you like to see it?"
"Umm." I wasn't really sure. I mean I just met the guy and he's asking me if I want to see my house. But something about Sam just made me at ease and gave off a big brother feeling to me. "Not now. I want to wait till my parents get here first."
"No problem. But you're welcome to my place whenever you want. I'm sure Emily could use the company."
"Emily?"
"Sam's fiancé. And Seth's cousin." My grandma chimed in pointing to Seth. And now that I really looked at him, he wasn't that bad looking. He looked so innocent. Damn! Now I had to mess with him. So just to tease him, I walked straight up to him and, like the actress I am, I acted interested in him. I grab both sides of his face and start to 'inspect' the giant.
"Hmmm," was all I said while every eye in the room was watching me. Poor kid. I might accidentally scar him from this experience. "I don't know Grandma. I mean he is cute . . . but he's a little too innocent for my taste." I don't think he was expecting what came next. The look of frantic-ness with shock, embarrassment, and pure horror was priceless when I grabbed his junk. And of course he gasped not expecting that. I could feel each guys' eyes widen at the scene unfolding in front of them. Oh, this was going to be too much fun! "Damn, boy! You aren't on steroids after all. Hell, your bigger than my skinny ass ex." I stated in real shock too - even though I wanted to mess with him. Once again, poor boy. "What grade are you going into, again?" I asked, hiding the twitch on the edges of my lips and the laugh protesting to escape my mouth.
He swallowed and blushed before he squeaked out a "Um, eleventh?" he said but sounded more like a question. Aww, he's too cute!
"Well, I'm a senior this year." I said with a slight grin.
"Katelyn." My grandma warned. "Leave Seth alone. He doesn't need to be apart of you and your sister's sick inside joke." I couldn't help it anymore. I burst out laughing at everyone's expressions. Totally priceless. They were so confused.
I couldn't breath. "Th-That face you . . . you had . . . was to-totally priceless!" I said between laughs. "Ow, ow, ow. It hurts to laugh in a corset shirt. Ow. C-can't br-breathe." This just made me laugh even harder and I doubled over on the couch. After I sobered up, of course I had to explain the joke to them. This should be good.
"Can someone explain what that sexual harassment was all about?" Seth asked, his voice cracking at the most random times that I had to laugh again.
Grandma looked pointedly at me to explain. So I cleared my throat and stopped giggling, "Well, my sisters and I have a way to see if a guy is a little too innocent or a real man by out of the blue inspecting him there on the spot. Sorry about that by the way Seth. So I just felt like making a statement and to having a little fun while at it."
"It's okay now that I know what you were doing. But did you have to be so vulgar with the crotch grab? I mean talk about a death grip. Come on I mean I want kids someday. Next time warn me or go easy on the precious kahonas - a guy only gets one pair in a lifetime. So be careful." He said rubbing his 'little friends'. "I think I need some ice. Sam can ya . . . ?" He trailed off. Sam nodded and started to laugh.
I was sitting there in disbelief staring at Seth. Was he crazy? "Are you serious?" I deadpanned. "Oh my god." I started laughing, "I'm a nun, compared to my sister - who should be here any minute." Now Seth got the look of pure horror back on his face while whispering a silent 'Goodbye little ones, it's been nice having you' to his iced crotch. This was ao much fun it should be illegal. Embry then approached me. His face had no trace of emotion so neither did mine. Then he pulled me into a big bear hug.
This took me back a bit and I had to catch my breath. His chest started to rumble and he started laughing hysterically. When he sobered up he put me down. "Girl, you are going to be fun to have around." He said wiping a tear from his eye. He then slung a muscular arm around my shoulders. "Now, I must introduce you to what I like to call 'Embry's foolproof pranks'."
"Sorry boy'o. But I work alone, unless it's a monumental prank. So maybe next time, Hun." I said patting him on his now pouting head. Then the doorbell rang. Jacob went to answer it, again.
Okay so there's my first fanfic. What do you think?