A/N: This is my first fanfic! I randomly got the idea one day driving while drinking a slushie. No way! I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight in any form or fashion.
PROBATION
"Mmmm…" was the only word to describe the delicious strawberry slushie I just bought while gassing up my ancient, bulbous, red truck. I didn't realize how thirsty I was until I saw I had chugged at least half of it on my walk back to the truck. Oh well, at least I didn't get a brain freeze.
Once seated, I turned the key in the ignition, only to be rewarded by the chaotic rumbles of my truck coming to life. Most girls my age would be horrified at the sight of a giant like mine, but not me. I loved the big, rusty monster.
Driving through Forks is boring most of the time. The only scenery is the dark skies and lush green trees. I miss the bright, sunny skies of Arizona and the open spaces. But most of all, I miss the dry climate. A person can go out in normal clothing and have fun outside, without the rain clouds drifting by overhead. But not in Forks, I never leave the house without donning my raincoat, my second skin. However, Forks isn't a complete lost cause, when the sun does shine, it can be very pretty.
Taking another sip of my slushie, I noticed a police cruiser sitting off to the side of the road. My thoughts went directly to Charlie. My father, the police chief. Not having to be driven around in the cruiser is definitely an advantage to driving my truck. But I was pulled out of my thought by a flash of red and blue lights. Crap!
I pulled over to the side of the deserted road, hoping I made the right decision. They always tell you to only pull over where you fell safe. But then again, how unsafe can the guy be? My father probably helped hire him.
He sat in his cruiser for what felt like a lifetime, but was really only about thirty seconds. By now I was beyond nervous. I had never been pulled over before. What could he have possible pulled me over for?
Finally, the driver door opened. From what I could make out by looking through my side mirror, he was young, slender, and had bronze hair. Slowly he made his way over to my window, stopping once to write down my license plate number. Could he walk any slower? The suspense is killing me!
"May I see your license and registration, please?" He asked once he made it to my window. Up close I could tell he was attractive, very attractive with pale skin and a strong jaw line. His bronze hair was a complete mess, only adding to his stunning looks. Then, I stared into his intense, piercing green eyes. I felt lost, yet somehow well.
"Excuse me miss, your license and registration?" Shoot! I had been staring at him. My mouth was probably hanging open too! Completely embarrassed by my mistake, my cheeks flushed a warm red.
"Ummm…hold on," I said as I fumbled around for my wallet. I unclasped the side and located my license. I then opened the glove compartment and collected the registration papers.
"What exactly is the problem officer?" I asked while handing him my papers. With a quick glance, he ignored my question and studied my information. After a minute, I repeated my question. His eyes met mine once again, this time filled with uncertainty. He then proceeded to look in the cab of my truck.
"What is that?" He asked pointing to my melted beverage.
"A slushie." Why would he care?
"May I see it?" What! Is this guy crazy? Maybe Charlie messed up by hiring this one.
"Ummm, I guess. Why?" I said handing him the drink.
"I need to make sure there is no alcohol in there." He mumbled while lifting the top and smelling the contents. This is some weird dude.
"Any booze in there officer?" I asked, not hiding my annoyance.
He looked up disappointed and shook his head no. Why would he be disappointed there was no alcohol in the drink? Shouldn't he be pleased? He then proceeded to take his ticket book out and start writing. I sat there dumb founded for a minute processing what was happening.
"Excuse me? What are you doing?" I asked incredulously.
"I'm writing you a ticket."
"I can see that! But for what?" I asked, almost yelling. He looked me in the eyes, seeming to think about something. What is the world is he thinking about now! He should know what the ticket is for. Then, he looked like he made a decision.
"You were speeding," was all he said. Huh? Was I hearing him correctly?
"What? The speed limit for this street is thirty. I was going thirty."
"You were going thirty-five."
"No, you've got it wrong. I never drive over thirty. My truck would die at fifty!"
"Well, you just went over thirty." He said as he tore off the ticket and handed it to me. I didn't take it. I wasn't going to take it. But he held it there, in my window for at least a minute. He finally seemed to realize I wasn't going to take it, so he sat it on my dashboard.
"I would advise you not to lose that ticket. Your court date will be May 29th, so be prepared to pay the fine of seventy-five dollars, or you will be forced to pay double. Drive home safely." And with that he left. With him left my last ounce of patience. I let out a loud "umph" and hit the steering wheel with my hands. He was so wrong! I didn't go over thirty! Stupid gorgeous cop!
I realized he was still behind me, waiting for me to leave first. So I did. I, rather forcefully, turned the key in the ignition and drove off, careful not to go over twenty-five.
Finally, I made it home. I grabbed my wallet, the ticket, and my drink and went inside, throwing the stupid slushie away once in the kitchen. I stared out the kitchen window, completely lost in thought, the tears threatening to spill onto my cheeks. Why would he do that? Why would he lie? For whatever the reason, I was mad. He had no right…
A police cruiser pulled up into the driveway. Instantly my anger flared, but as suddenly as it did, it vanished. It was quickly replaced by fear. That was Charlie outside, not the stupid, handsome pig from earlier. I am going to have to tell him. This is going to be a long night.
A/N: The End...of chapter one. It was short. The next chapter will hopefully be longer.