A/N: Hey everyone. So, I love to read hilarious disclaimers, so today I have brought Jacob, Edward, Emmett, and Natalie to help me with the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: Okay, who wants to do it?
Natalie: Why are we here again?
Edward: Disclaimer. Its this thing you have to do to say you don't own anything.
Natalie: But… she does own me. So…(long pause) I'm just gonna go.
Me: Please, Someone just do the dang DISCLAIMER!
Emmett: I seem to remember that SOMEONE promised me COOKIES if I did it. SO?????
Me: Maybe if that SOMEONE did their job the would get cookies!
Jake: EVERYONE, JUST SHUT UP! CORINNE DOESN'T OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT NATALIE! AND THE AMAZING CINAMON ROLLS SHE MADE FOR EMMETT THAT I JUST ATE!
Edward: You guys realize that Emmett can't eat those anyways…since he's a vampire and all….
Sorry, I get slightly carried away. On with the story! Oh and all the Italics (apart from Natalie's thoughts) are the letter that the person is writing.
Let me explain.
My name is of no importance. I write to you from my desk in the corner of my room. Now, I feel I must write this down, in case there is no one living that knows of what took place here. A time ago. It is a story of great importance, because it proves that true love really does exist. They were two perfectly imperfect pairs. "Star-crossed lovers," If you will.
Now, Natalie came from money, and a lot of it…
Click, Click, Click, Natalie Williams tapped her nails against the hard granite countertops in the kitchen. She watched her mom pace around the kitchen, double checking all the cooks and maids, yelling constantly. Natalie had empathy with them; her mother was completely and utterly absurd at points.
Natalie entered the next room, the dining, to find her father, Adam Williams, with a glass of wine and a newspaper. He looked up briefly to acknowledge her presence, but still too quickly to catch the longing look outside she passed. It was July, nearing August. She ached to be back home, or where she called home, with her best friends: Quil Ateara Embry Call, and Jacob Black.
Natalie moved to La Push with her grandmother on her father's side, when she married this man named Daniel Sioux. He was Quileute, so Sage moved down there. This was in the time of Natalie's Aunt's horrible health and her parents were busy with her, so they sent Natalie to live with her grandmother.
She lived there for about 3 years and then she moved back to her parents' house. But, every September, October, and November, Natalie would go down and visit. That was up until two years ago... Quil, Embry, Natalie, and Jake were the best of friends from the beginning. She, though, was always more attracted to Embry. Natalie loved him so much as a little girl. She hadn't seen any of them since the end of 7th grade.
Natalie growing up had always been rather awkward growing up. She was short and frail and pale skinned with the slightest bit of freckles all around her face. She had big green eyes that were too big for her face and short, stringy orange-ish colored hair. But, now that she had grown and was about to be a sophomore this coming school year, she had changed. Her height was still rather short, but she had grown a bit. Five foot three inches and a half to be exact. She was petite now, but had fully developed into a young woman, B sized woman to be exact. Her hair had grown out and the reddish orange locks had been introduced to a flat iron and curling iron. She started to dress nicer and her face filled out. Sadly, Natalie's eyes were still slightly big for her face.
"Hey Dad?" he grunted in response, telling her to continue. Natalie picked a piece of her flat ironed, sun-kissed red hair and twirled it between her fingertips.
"So, you know how I was really wanting to visit Sage this weekend?" Natalie paused, and noticed her father was only barely listening. "I was wondering if I could, I don't know, maybe move in for awhile? I miss it there…"
He was quiet, taking another sip of the dark red liquid.
"That sounds reasonable enough." he said, looking up at her, placing the newspaper. Natalie quickly sat down next to him.
"I have an idea!" Adam said with excitement. "How about you call the White's house and see if Drew can come over and eat with us?" Natalie smiled and happily skipped towards the phone.
Natalie had a rough life and, although she seemed like someone who had everything that they could want and more, she was unhappy. Now, don't call her spoiled because she was most definitely not. Natalie's father was a lawyer. He partially owned White and Williams Law Firm. I say partially because half was owned by Harvey White. So, you add the two and get White and Williams.
Now, Harvey White had a son, and that son was best friends with Natalie. But what Natalie didn't know was that he was absolutely, entirely in love with her…
Ring. Ring. Ring. Drew White picked up his new Iphone off the side of his bed, sitting up all the way. He pushed his curly, dark brown hair back off his cream colored face. He looked at the caller I.D. Natalie, it read. Drew's adrenaline skyrocketed and he got nervous and excited. Ah, Natalie. He missed her. He hadn't seen her all summer.
"Hey! Natalie! What are you up to?" He answered nonchalantly, trying to seem cool.
"Hey, Drew. I was wondering if you would like to come over and hang out?" Natalie said, letting her voice drop at the end of her sentence.
"Sure," Drew said, standing up, flinging himself to the closet. "Meet up at 22nd?"
"You know it!" The phone clicked and Drew threw on some black loose jeans and a light pastel green sweater. He placed his phone in his front pocket and his wallet in his back pocket. He grabbed his house key off the bookshelf and started walking.
In New York there are millions of restaurants and stores. On 22nd street, there was a small disregarded book store-slash-coffee shop sort of thing. This is where almost every Wednesday after school, Drew and Natalie would meet. She would order two cinnamon rolls with a caramel apple cider, claiming that she "would not drink coffee unless it was unavoidable or unless I got drunk." Then, Drew would laugh and agree while ordering a blueberry muffin and coffee, two sugars.
Natalie opened the big wooden doors with ease. She held the door open with her buttocks, while taking her treats from Drew as he came in. They both placed their jackets on the coat rack by the door. Natalie looked down at her simple cream and grey wide striped v-neck sweater and jeans, and then accompanied Drew into the kitchen. They both began to eat and laugh, talking of how much the missed each other and what exactly they had missed.
"So, guess what?" Natalie spoke reluctantly. "I might be moving back to La Push." Drew paused, his face going white. His jaw looked like stone.
"W-what? Why? When? I- I don't even- Huh?" He spoke quickly and ferociously.
"Because, that is where I want to be. I loved it there and-" Natalie was cut off by Drew's hungry lips on hers. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. He's kissing me and it is extremely awkward. Natalie thought to herself. Sure, she loved Drew, but not like this. Oh crap. What do I do? Let him kiss me and lead him on or break the kiss and lose him as a friend? Why don't they write manuals on this stuff?
He pulled away gently and caressed her cheek with his right hand.
"I love you, Natalie. I always have."
"I, uh, love you too, Drew. But, I just-"
"NATALIE! DREW! DINNER!"
Now, Natalie's mother loved to boss people around. She could easily be a malicious person, but she just took all her built up anger out on the help and her husband. Don't get me wrong. There is no one in this world that loved that woman more than Adam Williams, but she was still spiteful at times. Miss Catherine Williams was secretly loathed by half the women in New York. She was married to the man of all their dreams and had the dream life. Don't get me wrong here. Cat was in love with Adam and really she wasn't usually rude; she loved her Natalie.
Catherine rooted for Natalie and Drew to grow up and get married. She was good friends with his mother and wanted everything to be perfect between them.
Natalie took a deep breath, before turning out her light to sleep. Toady had been a long day and she was just too tired to care about that kiss. But, somehow her mind kept wandering back to that same subject. Why did I kiss him back? WHY?
Natalie laid back against her pillow, relaxing from the roughness of her day. Of her life. She needed a break and this September, she would get it.
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After a goodnight's rest, Natalie woke up, her throat aching. She ran to the mini fridge in the corner of her room and opened a coke. She opened her phone. One Missed Call. She tapped the voicemail button and turn it on speaker phone. Then, Natalie sauntered over to the shower, turning the water of full blast, hot.
"Hey Natalie! I was wondering if we could talk. Meet me outside you house say…12? Let's do lunch. Call me later. Bye." He pulled her hair down quickly and jumped to her phone and texted him back.
Yes. We need to talk.
A/N: So. What'd ya think? I know it's probably one of the more…different stories you have read but, I hope you like it. So, you can follow me on Twitter. Just go to www (dot) twitter (dot) com (slash) corrineminetta or search me on twitter, same name. You can also click the link called Homepage on my profile. So, please please review. It would make me extremely motivated! Also, if you would like me to continue the way I am writing or change the writing to first person, tell me that also. Any songs? TELL ME!
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