Landing in twilight
AN: Hey guys (: Me (Samantha) and my mate (Grace) decided to write this story for the craic but really liked how it was turning out and decided, what the hell, lets upload it. So enjoy, don't hate and r&r (:
Short starter, sorry. Chapters will get longer, I promise (:
All Characters property of Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement intended.
Chapter 1
Samantha's POV
" Gracie-poo!" I called as I lifted a hand to push open the front door to one of my closest friends houses. "You home?" I stepped inside, pausing in the doorway and listening for any sounds that someone was here.
Silence.
I shut the door behind me and kicked my shoes off, leaving them by the door. I padded my way through the hall and into the kitchen. I sat up on the counter, glancing around the room. Someone had been here anyway. Leftover plates from dinner were scattered across the table and there were dishes in the sink. Someone had started the cleaning up then.
" Grace its me, I know you're here," I yelled, reaching up and rooting around in one of the presses for her much loved secret stash of Red Rooster. Not so secret anymore, huh? I reached for a can and cracked it open. The shiny silver aluminium of the can glinted in the sunlight that was leaking through the opened window. I smiled, reminded of how the vampires I believed in also glinted and shimmered in the sunlight. I took a hesitant sip and, once satisfied it wasn't poisoned, a proper gulp.
"Grace I know you have my twilight poster! Give it back you betch," I yelled letting out a rather loud belch caused by the fizzy-ness of the Red Rooster. Giggling, I made my way upstairs, pushing a strand of my thick brown hair behind my ear. As I neared the top of the stairs I heard someone else giggling too. A familiar, high pitched and playful giggle, to be precise, coming from Grace's room. I rolled my eyes and began opening her door.
"So this is where you've been hid-" I stopped halfway through my sentence and screamed.
" MY EYES! MY EYES, THEY BURN!" My right hand flew to my dark blue eyes shielding them from the scene before me. Grace was in there alright. Getting jiggy with her boyfriend Ian. My twilight poster was hanging on the wall above them and the bed, but I wasn't going in there and rescue it any time soon. I shuddered at the image that would be forever imprinted in my mind as I slammed the door shut, a little harder then necessary, and stumbled downstairs..
" You could of warned me!" I yelled as I made my way into the living room. I flopped down on the leather sofa and pulled my much battered and over-used ipod from my pocket, jamming the earphones in my ears and turning the volume up as loud as it would go. Claire de Lune started up and I sighed softly, letting the sweet music soothe me.
And speaking of imprinting, I think I might read Breaking Dawn again, just until they're done. I settled myself further into the sofa. Apparently I was in for a long wait.
AN: Hope you enjoyed. Wow, this is an insanely short chapter. They will get longer but we had to start off somewhere. I know nothing Twilight has happened yet but it will soon, promise (: