Painting Flowers
La Push, home of the Quileute, located in Washington, just on the shore of the Pacific Ocean. My sister Cat was putting the top down on her car as we sat in front of a small diner named Sue's. Looking inside, there was a group of men rough housing, a stern looking woman holding the menus, and a older woman who looked on with a laugh. I found the picture to be one of happiness, one that which people looking to live in a small town strive for.
My only question was
"Why the hell are they shirtless?" I screeched to my sister. Cat looked inside the diner as well, and her signature Cheshire cat, seductress smile danced it's way from ear to ear.
"I don't know, Serah. Are you hungry? Do you want some food?" She started to adjust her top so the tops of her breasts just began to spill out. I stared at her slack jawed, she had refused to buy me food since we landed in Port Angeles not even an hour ago.
"Yes!" I unhooked the seat belt and almost skipped into the diner. As soon as the door opened, my nose was assaulted with the smell of bacon cheese burgers and french fries. Cat took her time going inside, making sure she looked whore-ish enough to catch the attention of the men crowded around the booth not even five feet from where we ordered food. I glanced their way, my eyes almost bulging out of my eye sockets in the process.
They are huge! They're large, tan, and by God are they loud. I waited by the cashier for my sister, but i was appalled when I saw that she had already made her way to the group of men, hanging off one and arching her back as she stood. I rolled my eyes and slowly shuffled her way.
"Get off of me." The man growled to my sister, a deep guttural sound resonating in his throat. I could see Cat bat her eyelashes and push closer onto the man, her breasts just grazing his bicep.
"I'm sorry about her..." I grabbed into my sisters upper arm and began to tug slightly. "She's...very friendly." I tried to smile at the group. The two women had glanced at me almost apologetically. One of the men had smiled at me, his smile, warm and cheerful.
"I'm married." The man my sister was holding onto seethed, flicking her away. She stumbled back towards me, before turning on her heel and going back to the cashier. The older woman had taken the hint and went to go take her order.
"I'm really sorry about this, sir. She doesn't know when to stop." I looked at the man my sister had attached herself to.
'Are all these guys on steroids or someshit?'
"I'm sorry I reacted so badly. I cannot stand women like her." He grumbled. "I'm Sam Uley, the guy with the cheesy smile is Seth, Brady," he pointed to a man that looked a bit younger than Seth. "Collins, Leah, and Jake." He went around the circle, even grouping in the woman on the outside. I blushed heavily and wiggled my fingers in a hello.
"I'm Serah. That was my sister Cat," I turned to look at my sister. She was by the door holding both of our orders. "I think I'd better go...I'll see you guys around I hope." I sheepishly wiggled my fingers good-bye this time, and turned on my heel to go follow my sister.
"Wait!" The woman behind the cashier came and gave me a couple of napkins and sauces for our food. "Your sister was in too much of a rush." She smiled, and I noticed how the wrinkles around her eyes crinkled more.
"It's no problem, thank you." I smiled at her, turning on my heel to the door.
I walked outside, and to the car, dumping the napkins and sauces into the bags of food before carefully sliding into the passenger seat.
"Real funny, aren't you?" Cat spat, flooring the car in reverse. Her hair whipping around her face due to the excessive wind that had begun to pick up. I didn't say anything. Cat squawked at me like a harpy the whole way to our new house.
The front of the house was almost hidden by the dense forest that which had chosen to snake out from the sides. It was a small home, no more than three rooms and two small bathrooms, one in the hall way, one in the master bedroom that which my sister chose to occupy. The living room was painted a pale blue, the furniture was also following the same pale blue color scheme. The kitchen had a pale yellow color scheme going on, as if the last owners had a thing for pastel Easter colors. I almost didn't want to imagine the rooms down the hall.
My sisters shrill scream of happiness informed me that which her room was a pale pink. Her absolute favorite color. I walked down the hall slowly. Completely and utterly scared for the color that which I may be subjected to. I grasped the cold door knob in my hand and squeezed my eyes closed, turning the knob in my hand and pushing on the door.
I peeked one eye open, then the other breathing a sign of relief when my eyes adjusted to the light that filtered through the window. The walls were a pretty light green, I made a mental note to attempt to find the color.
Once Cat had finally allowed me to sit down and eat my chicken fries, my room was completely unpacked and cleaned up of boxes. The clock above the stove read about 10:12 P.M. Cat and I ate in silence, she was grumbling to herself about having to unpack tomorrow after work. I was grumbling about having to go to the high school here to receive information on my home schooling. Cat had finished her food and threw her trash away, she gave me a look, nodded, and then retired to her pastel pink girly room.
I finished as well, and cleaned my mess. I waltzed into the living room, and glanced out the window. We were close enough to First Beach that I was able to see the flickering of a bonfire. I made a face and sat on the couch. Why would I want to go try and make friends now? I mean, I wasn't invited. I'm an outsider.
Outsider was right, I have to be one of the many pale faces on this reservation. The locales are all a tan, deep, russet color, with dark hair and brown eyes. I'm a pale petite girl with glasses and brown hair. I huffed and pulled my hair back sloppily. I stared at the blank T.V.
"Fuck it." I murmured, making a last minute decision to grab my shoes and walk over to party currently going on.