To those who read my other first chapter, I had to re-do it, because it wouldn't make any sense later on in the story, the way the family's were built. And I liked this one a lot better. Hehe!
This story begins when Edward is eight, and Bella is seven.
And As of right now, it's rated K. But it'll be increased later on. I promise.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Or Don't take the Girl. Stephenie Meyer and Tim McGraw do, respectively. Silly them. P
Enjoy!
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Johnny's daddy was taking him fishing
when he was eight years old.
A little girl came through the front gate
holding a fishing pole.
His dad looked down and smiled
said we can't leave her behind.
Son I know you don't want her to go,
but someday you'll change your mind.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
I grumbled as the alarm went off. It was Saturday, for crying out loud. I smacked the snooze button, too tired to turn it fully off, as I snuggled deeper into my Comforter.
"Jasper! Bella! Rosalie! It's time for breakfast!"
Mommy was making breakfast? Something must be up. I, unwillingly, got out of bed and skipped down the stairs, as the scent of cinnamon waffles filled my nose.
"Hi mommy! Watcha doing?"
"I'm making breakfast, sweet heart. You almost ready?"
I looked at her, and cocked my head to one side.
She laughed at my expression, apparently it was really funny. "Silly Bella! We're all going to Alice's House, remember?"
Oh Yeah! "I knew that." I did. Mom was taking all of us kids over there while she and Esme went to 'run errands,' whatever that was, and daddy was taking Uncle Carlisle and Billy fishing while we played at home.
I heard a gagging noise behind me; Rosalie.
"You aren't thinking of going to her house like that, are you?"
Why did she have to be so… evil all the time? Like she didn't know I just got up. I rolled my eyes at her, returning her scowl.
"No, Rosie. She's going to go upstairs and get dressed. Duh!"
I smiled. Jasper was awake!
"Hi, Jazz!"
We did our super-secret doubly-private uber-duber hand shake.
Rosalie looked like she was jealous of something, but then she turned her nose up into the air and stalked off into her room.
"Alright, you two, time to get dressed."
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Breakfast, three changes of clothes (on Rosalie's part), and two arguments later…
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"All y'all ready to go?" Mom said as she watched Rosalie and I clamber into the back, scooting over to make room for Jasper in the little Honda Civic.
"Yep! We're going to have so much fun with Alice today, huh Bella?"
I didn't really get that much, so I just nodded furiously, causing my hair to shake up and down on my head.
Charlie was thrumming his fingers on the dash.
"Jasper Swan! If you're not out here by the time I count to three, we're leaving without you!"
Daddy was threatening Jasper! He never did that! I covered my grin in my hands. WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO ME! I'm turning into Rosalie! Only she would laugh at someone who did that.
"COMING, DAD!"
Jasper stepped out of the house, in all of his glory. He was going fishing with Dad today, and he had all of his fishing gear on him. Fishing Pole, Bucket Hat, and even a fake Can of Worms were in his hands. I laughed when he almost dropped his Can of Worms. Why did he even have that? It was totally empty, for crying out loud.
Mommy turned the car on when Jasper got all of his supplies in it, and "Proud Mary" started pouring out of the Radio. Rosalie scrunched her face, as if the music was not good enough for her. I started humming along to the music, whether to annoy Rose or just because I happen to like this song a lot, I didn't know or care.
Daddy started to sing aloud, and Jasper and I joined him, while Rosalie let out a little groan.
"Come on, Rosie! Sing with us!"
She shook her head and buried her head in her hands. "I can't believe I'm related to you guys!"
On the second verse, Mommy's Cell Phone started to ring. She answered it, saying, "Memphis!" Then, she corrected herself. Like all good people who answer phones do. "Ciao, this is Renee!"
"Hey Esme! You ready for today?" Pause. "Oh, okay, yeah." Pause. "Yeah, I was feeling kind of buggy yesterday night, so I guess it's going around then," a longer pause. "Wait – their coaches got sick?" ten seconds of silence "Oh, that'll be fun." She put her phone on her shoulder, and whispered to Charlie, "They're going with you." Esme was shouting on the other end of the line; I could hear her from back here! "Sorry Esme. Okay anyways, Charlie has his spare poles in the back, but they might be a little long. I know they're too long for Bella, so Edward might -" I could practically hear her. It sounded like she said, "Alice has a few, no problem." Has a few what? "Okay, that'll work! Thanks very much, Esme, See you."
She looked at my dad and mouthed, they got sick last night. We kids didn't miss it.
"What?"
"But Alice NEVER gets sick!"
"…and we should care because?"
Jasper leaned over and whispered in my ear, "She should care about her precious Emmett. Do you hear her at night? She always is saying, 'Emmy!! Emmy I love you, oh Emmy!!' It's disgusting."
We shuddered, and Rosalie didn't like that.
"DADDY! Jasper and Bella are making fun of me!"
We straightened up, looking at her with a glare that said meanie.
"Well, it's true," Jasper said at the exact same time as I did. We grinned; there could be perks to the whole Twin thing. But then went back to giving her the glare.
"Now, now. Don't make fun of anybody."
Rosalie was looking at me, and I could tell she was scheming.
"Well, I guess you can make fun of me if you want to. But I'm just glad I don't have a crush on Edward," she glared at me as she said this, which was totally unfair, seeing as I stopped crushing on him three years ago, "…or Alice!"
Mommy bit her bottom lip, trying to hide a smile as she said, "Touché."
Daddy got a little crazy, because he actually unbuckled his seat belt and turned around! In a moving car, too!
"Daddy! You're a 'Please-men!'" (A/N: "police men – please men, ha-ha. They're seven, remember. ) Isn't that Illegal? Can you get fired for doing that?"
Rosalie shouted, "Turn Around! You can't get FIRED! I won't let you!"
Mommy smiled, and daddy looked like he was going to burst out laughing.
"No, Rosie, I won't get fired." He smiled.
Mom muttered something that sounded a lot like, so long as you don't get caught.
"Moving right along! Rose, Bella, Alice is still sick. But the boys are feeling a little better, so you guys get to go… FISHING! Won't that be fun?"
My jaw dropped. Fishing? Eww. That was not what I wanted to do all day. But, I knew how to grin and bear it. So I plastered the fakest smile in the world onto my face, and said, "Fishing! Yay." I rolled my eyes afterwards, and Jasper stuck his tongue out at me, like the seven-year-old he was.
Rosalie knew how to argue about this kind of thing, she had had a lot of practice regarding this matter, I knew that better than everyone.
"Aren't they supposed to be at Soccer Practice, though?" she said with her eyebrows raised.
"Rosie, the bug is going around. Soccer Practice has been canceled, because the coaches have caught it."
"So that means we can't go with them! We could get sick!"
"No, we can't, Rosie. We've had the Flu Shot." I said as she stuck her tongue out at me. I noticed she had tears in her eyes. Rosie didn't cry that often, over this kind of thing. Something else was wrong with my sister.
"Rosalie what's the matter?" I whispered. She was sad. I could help her.
"Bella, they're going fishing. Fishing is for boys." She looked at Jasper. "We are girls."
Oh no! She was right! None of my friends at school had ever gone fishing, and they all thought it was a boy's thing to do. I started crying as I realized how right my sister was.
Mom started to laugh, and Daddy was trying his best not to.
"Rose, Bella, fishing is fun! I would go with you girls if Esme and I weren't going to Seattle for the day." My mom said. "And, when you get back, you can play with Alice until bed-time! Won't that be fun?"
I looked at my mom like she was crazy. Fish are gross. And the only reason to go fishing was to eat them.
"NO it won't be any fun!" I shouted. Mommy pulled the Civic onto the side of the road, and Daddy was facing me now.
"Isabella Marie Swan! You will go fishing, and you will have fun!" he yelled at me. Daddy never yelled.
I started crying even more now. "You can't make me go! I won't!" Daddy sighed.
"Bella, I know you better than to think that there isn't something else bothering you. For real, why don't you want to go fishing?"
I whispered my reply. "They eat the fish, daddy!"
Charlie Chuckled. What was wrong with my parents today! They were laughing at me! How was this funny? They were taking fish out of their homes, and eating them. How inhumane is that!
And Rosalie was even more upset than she had been in the first place.
"Honey, we aren't going to eat them. We already have eno-" THWACK. My mommy had hit his shoulder. She gave him a look that said, 'Stop talking NOW! "Err… when we catch them, we just... err… put them back in the water! Yeah! It's just a lot of… fun."
Hah. The level of fun this trip would be was really small on my part.
And I still wasn't convinced. But Jasper nodded at me, with a big smile on his face.
"But DAD! Doesn't it hurt the fish, being taken up into the air like that?"
He looked a little bit nervous. "Well, you see, honey, -" He opened his mouth when mom said, really fast, too, "No, silly. We help the fish breath when we take them up for air!"
Charlie looked at her, pressing his lips together. That was the look he gave her when he was confused. He was clearly confused about going fishing.
"Okay, so you're saying the fish only breathe when people take them up into the air?"
That worked for me.
Dad looked relieved. "Yes, Bella. Fish take a breath when we pull them up for air, and they hold it until they come back up again!"
I smiled. So they were helping the fish by taking them out of the water. I understood now.
But Jasper looked really confused, and he was about to ask a question about everything, But Daddy didn't let him, for one reason or another.
"So you ready to go fishing?"
"YES!" And I was really excited.
Rosalie looked at me like I should be in a Crazy person's hospital.
Mom started the car, and we were on our way again. We turned into the Cullen's driveway, and I started humming "Proud Mary" again.
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