Isabella Swan. Was she an angel sent from heaven or what? I pictured caramel brown hair like her fathers and tan skin that was perfectly sun burnt. Athletics etched into her skin and a dazzling smile meant for me. I mean what else are Arizona girls supposed to look like. Just the idea of Phoenix constantly being hot and sunny, was bizarre. I pictured this imaginary women wearing a fluorescent pink dress with high heeled shoes that sparkled in the sunlight that showed on rare occasions. She sat on a wooden bench that was right next to the green woods. Her legs crossed and her dainty hands on her knees while she waited for me to take her to the night of her dreams - Prom. I drove up in my old Suburban which was off white from filth and had a black stripe circling the vehicle. My mustard yellow hair spiked even after I gelled it and I wore my fathers tux that was in perfect condition and a red rose stuck out of my pocket and then—
"Mike?" My mother says uncertainly. Dang she brought me back to reality. Her concerned blue eyes stare at me warily. "Eat your cereal, you're drooling all over the table." I self consciously dabbed my chin to feel it soaked. Lucia snorted and I gave her an icy glance. Suppressing a snicker she went back to her breakfast. How badly I wanted to kick her 8 year old butt. She looked more like my mother then me, the only common feature our family shared was the blue eyes. However, my blue eyes had the concerned effect my mothers had, unlike my sister and father who's blue eyes stared into your soul forcing you to fidget uncomfortably. My mother had that perfect blond hair that had a slight curl that hinted how her hair belonged on a Cover Girl magazine. Her skin was a light fair tone that claimed she once had belonged to the sun just like this Isabella Swan...
"There he goes again," my sister remarks with one of those over exaggerated sighs. I shove the rest of my bland Cheerios in my mouth swallowing it just to please my mother. Sipping the overly sour orange juice I gather my things and pray to have a class with the new girl.
"What do you think is distracting him like so?" My mother whispers under her breath so quietly I have to strain to hear. Her voice always is a bit hoarse when she whispers that low.
Nearly shrieking in comparison Lucia recalls, "I think it's Chief Swan's Daughter, Isabella."
"Mom can't you just get yourself and Lucia out of my business." I groan. Why does Lucia always have to be so perceptive.
Without being able to help herself she says, "So that's what this is about. Really Mike you don't even know this girl and you are already day dreaming about her." She puts on her serious face, "Why don't you go out with someone like Jess or Angela?" I'd known Jess my whole life and I don't ever think we even bothered thinking about crushing on each other. Jessica always had a loud personality I guess sort of like me. Angela on the other hand was much to polite and quiet for me.
"Just stay out of it," I mumbled. As quickly as the conversation came my mom took the hint and made a face to Lucia that meant conversation closed. Getting ready I combed my hair knowing how useless it would be. Brushing my cavity teeth I realized I might need a pack of breath mints today. Maybe a bit of cologne too.
"Mom do you have any breath mints Altoids or something?" I called while I peaked into my parents master bathroom. It was a double sink with black and white marble counter and wooden cabinets. One side was neat and precise with a silver faucet that was surrounded by the necessities. On the mirror there was a tiny white board that contained a brief To-Do list. Boy was the other side a mess, pills scattered everywhere, faucet dripping, soaps and various things booby trapped everywhere. I guessed that the messy side was my fathers.
"I placed it on your backpack." She said wearily, I never asked for that kind of things. "Just think about what I said about Jessica." Ignoring the later comment I went on with my business. Ah there it was, I thought when I found the newest cologne. Quickly spraying it on me I hoped it would attract her attention. Finally, after getting everything ready I took a deep breath, hopped into my car and drove off to meet the one destined for me.