Well, here's a new story…It isn't exactly what I'm used to, so please review!
Also, in the matter of Coby's hair, there's a gene for some Irish people to go silver haired at young ages.
The Native American man watched carefully as people exited the airport. An uncomfortable looking brown haired and eyed man fidgeted beside him.
"Billy, are you sure this is their flight?" He asked putting a hand on Billy's wheelchair. The man nodded. "They'll be out soon." He said quietly.
A muscular boy with a Native American look to him exited the tunnel, a bag slung over each shoulder. A girl that barely came up to his chest with dark silver hair and green eyes followed him.
"There they are." Billy said, pointing to them. "Thanks for doing this, Charlie, it means a lot." Charlie mumbled something and wheeled the man over to the teens. "Jacob, Coby?" Billy asked, smiling at them.
The boy shifted protectively in front of his sister unconsciously. "yeah, that's us. You're Billy, then." He stated more than asked.
Billy nodded. "It's nice to finally meet my kids." He said, still smiling. The girl's eyes narrowed, and the boy's jawbone clenched, but neither spoke.
Charlie hesitated, then stepped forward with his hand outstretched. "Hey there, I'm Charlie Swan, welcome to Forks." He smiled and was met with a tense silence.
The girl raised a hand and tugged er brother's shirt gently. A look passed between them, and Jacob relaxed slightly. "I'm Jacob, and this is Coby." He gestured to her without moving the rest of his body.
A petite hand made a small waving movement, barely visible fromt behind her brother's frame.
"Well, let's head home, shall we?" Billy said, trying to break the tense atmosphire.
Jacob gave a slight nod and stepped forward as Charlie pushed their father's wheelchair to the parking lot. The girle was finally revealed.
She wore a green long-sleeved shirt with a v-shaped neckline with a lighter green satin four leaf clover on the front. A gold necklace with an emerald clover nestled just below her throat. Darkwash skinny jeans outlined her long legs, ending in green tennis shoes. She moved silently behind her brother, suspicious eyes fixated straight ahead.
This is not going to be easy… Though Billy.