Hello! Welcome to my Fanfic! I would like to take this moment to say I am not Stephenie Meyer, therefore I do not own the Twilight series or any characters contained within the Twilight series; I am merely making a Fanfiction that includes many of Stephenies characters and ideas, but I take zero credit for them.
I hope you enjoy, sadly there isn't any Jacob in this chapter - you'll have to wait I'm afraid!
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Freccia :)
P.S Her name is pronounced simply as 'Eve' with an 'N' in front.
I Will Try to Fix You
Chapter 1 – The New Girl on the Rez.
*Leah's POV*
Seth sat at the dinner table, fidgeting in the most annoying way while he waited for Mom and me to finish the spag-bol. I could tell by the way he was tapping his foot (with no rhythm whatsoever) and sighing every two seconds that he was in a hurry to be somewhere. Probably desperate to meet his favourite family member; our cousin Neve, who was like a female version of him, as far as I could remember.
Neve was our Irish cousin, from some tiny village named Summerhill, in one of the eastern counties of Ireland; she once told me that there were only three hundred people who lived in her village –including the cows and sheep- so at least there was no chance of her moaning about the lack of people and activities in crappy La Push.
Nanna and Grandpa were coming too; Neve lived with them now, after Uncle Andrew and Aunt Evanna died in that car crash three years ago. Quite the tragedy, but then, Neve always joked that she and Seth had inherited the recessive 'happy gene' in the White family; so she's probably back to her frustratingly cheerful self by now. I wonder if Nanna and Grandpa even told her about dad dying, not that they cared; they had never really warmed to him in the twenty years that he and Mom were married.
When Mom's fork finally clanked onto her plate, Seth leapt up like a deranged jack-in-the-box and dashed out of the kitchen at an obviously inhuman pace.
"None of that when they get here!" shouted my mother in a threatening tone; the last thing she wanted was for Grandpa and Nanna to find out about the 'unusual skills' that he and I had developed since they last saw us, to say they weren't the most accepting people would be the understatement of the century.
From my position at the sink, I heard the roar of an engine in the distance with my enhanced hearing.
"Hey! Mom, Leah! It's them!"Seth shouted excitedly from outside. I sighed, slowly following my Mom out onto the porch where Seth was jumping up and down as if he was on a pogo stick.
A few seconds later, a small car thundered into our driveway and stopped with a screech of rubber, sending a shower of loose gravel onto me, Mom and Seth. I struggled to calm my rising temper as I brushed the dirty stones from my short hair.
The driver's door was flung open with zest and out stepped a girl I hardly recognised. She wasn't much taller to be honest; still unbelievably midgety, but she had filled out a lot more and she now looked more like a woman than an eight year old. Her hair was darker than I remembered too, but still a mass of crazed curls. Her eyes were the same as well, still that freaky corn-flower blue that looked completely wrong against her dark features.
Neve. The guys were gonna absolutely love her- just great.
*Neve's POV*
"Thanks Aunt Sue, that coffee was great. The whiskey gave it a great kick," I said, grinning as I helped her wash out the mugs and biscuit plates.
"Yeah well, don't tell your grandparents, they'd have a fit," she said sternly, smiling ever so slightly.
"Yes ma'am," I joked, curtsying.
"You'll be sleeping in Leah's room, by the way," she added, rinsing the multicoloured suds from a plate.
Crap, she already dislikes me, but invading her inner sanctum? I guess that's me well and truly across the 'hate' line.
"Cool...where will Leah be sleeping?" I asked innocently, though I already knew the answer.
"In her room, of course," answered Aunt Sue a little sharply. "But she quite often stays at her friend Ellen's, so you won't be sharing every night," she added kindly.
"I don't mind sleeping on the sofa, you know."
"The couch? Oh, Seth's already sleeping there, since I'm in his room for the next few months."
Aunt Sue seemed a bit embarrassed about the apparent lack of space in their cosy little house, so I quickly dried up the rest of the dishes and hurried out to find Seth.
I found Nanna and Gramps perched on the loveseat, still sipping at their coffees.
"Where'd Seth and Leah go?" I asked, searching for the two of them. I'd hardly spoken a word to them since we got here.
"They left," said my grandpa; disapproval evident in his tone.
"Left where?"
"They said they had an urgent call that they both had to attend to. Honestly, no manners whatsoever, just running off and leaving us. In my day, guests..."
I completely blanked him, nodding my head distractedly and excusing myself to the bathroom.
I dandered around the left hand side of the house – the part that I hadn't officially been in- searching for the bathroom. Okay, I think the bathroom was second left after you pass the door out into the garden.
I reached for the old brass door knob and attempted to open the heavy teak door. No luck. I took a deep breath and flung all of my weight against it; staggering ungracefully when it swung open with ease. I was wrong; second on the left was not the bathroom. It was a bedroom, Seth's bedroom by the looks of things.
I took in the unmade bed with its navy duvet, the scores of posters of cars and motorbikes on the faded walls and the desk that was so cluttered he had no hope of ever doing his homework on it.
Feeling both guilty and curious, I stepped in further, shivering at how cold it was. I looked over at the large, low window and blinked in surprise; it was wide open, letting all the cool ocean air breeze right in.
I was moving to shut it when something peeking out from under Seth's desk caught my eye. I tugged out the pale fabric and smoothed it out on his bed. I gasped; it was a t-shirt torn and stained with blood. It looked to me like whoever was wearing the t-shirt got mauled by a bear. It looked to me like the t-shirt was exactly Seth's now humungous size.
"Hey Neve," said a voice to my right. The shriek died in my throat as I turned and saw Seth, standing in front of his window; staring at me in surprise. I realised how it must look, me standing in the middle of his room, rifling through his things.
"Hi Seth, sorry, I was looking for the bathroom and I – did you come in through the window?" I asked, interrupting my own rubbish excuse. My eyes scanned over him quickly, checking for any signs of damage. He looked perfectly fine, not even cold despite the fact that he had obviously been outside in only his shorts and a t-shirt. What was he doing outside? I wondered.
Seth looked awkward all of a sudden, a faint red tingeing his dark cheeks. "Um, I was...well, I was –"
"Seth Clearwater, you weren't smoking out there, were you?" I whispered, unable to keep the accusatory tone out of my voice.
"What? No, I -" he began to argue, but he suddenly stopped, hanging his head and sighing in defeat. "Yeah, I was, you caught me! Please don't tell Mom!" he pleaded, sounding desperate. Poor thing.
I paused, unsure as to how to react to this sudden reverse of roles; I should be the one feeling ashamed, not him.
"Of course I won't tell Aunt Sue, geez! You are my favourite cousin, remember?" I said, grinning.
"Thanks Evie!" he said, sounding very relieved. He pulled me into a bone-crushing hug (literally, I'm pretty sure I heard several of my bones cracking).
"Ouch! Since when did you get so strong?" I asked, as he directed me back into the living room, which was now empty; Nanna and Grandpa were probably getting settled in Aunt Sue's room (A.K.A rearranging all the furniture.)
"I've been working out," he said, laughing and shrugging as he flopped down in an armchair, causing the springs to groan under his weight.
"Aw, trying to impress a girl?" I teased, sitting in the love seat.
Faint red stained his cheekbones again, and I decided to give him a break, for now anyway; I'd worm the details out of him later.
"I think Miami Ink's on," I said, because it's always on and I'm sure Seth likes it. If he doesn't, well tough, cuz I happen to love it.
"You like Miami Ink?" he asked, surprised, turning on the small TV.
"Yeah, I love any chance to check out Ami, he's a babe. And Nunez isn't too shabby either."
"Ami's a psycho, besides they're both far too old for you."
"Says who?"
"Says me."
"Psh! I don't really care what you think!"
"You should; I could crush them both like ants if I wanted to," he said, grinning over at me.
"Sure, sure," I muttered quietly, focusing on the opening credits of the show. Seth obviously heard me despite how quietly I had spoken; he jerked his head over at me and stared with wide eyes.
"What?" I snapped self-consciously.
"Nothing, you just s- never mind, doesn't matter," he said, shrugging and turning back to the TV.
I sighed; snuggling up on the loveseat and suddenly having the overwhelming feeling that there should be someone sitting on it with me.