Schyleur looked down at the plate in front of her. Bella had filled it with a pasta and two garlic breads before sitting it on the table in front of her. She had tried to eat as much of it as possible. She didn't eat very much, but she didn't want to seem ungrateful for their hospitality. Bella was moving her food around the plate too. Charlie, on the other hand, had eaten everything and then sat back in his chair as if digesting for seconds. Schyleur was amazed. She appreciated her cousin Bella and uncle Charlie.
She was a military brat thanks to both of her parents and while she loved traveling she was a newly graduated senior and she wanted to go back to her mother's roots, sit out of school for a semester and find herself. She wanted to walk the very streets where her mother and father had fallen in love and she wanted to be a part of America. She loved being in Germany and God, did she love Korea, but that wasn't home. That wasn't where her roots were. She hadn't spent more than two weeks in Forks in years.
Her mother, Violet Swan Collins was the complete opposite of her younger brother, Charlie. Schyleur's mother was loud and demanding and she was a touchy-feely person that always said what was on her mind. It was the strangest thing in the world for Schyleur to look at her uncle and realize that he and her mother had been raised in the same home by the same people. Her mother had tattoos and could drink her father under the table. She cursed like a sailor in the privacy of their home and she was reckless when her uniform wasn't on. She supposed that was why her mother and father worked out. They were the same in that aspect, but their positives balanced out. Her mother was a math and science person while her father was more social studies and English. Her mother was great with numbers and her father words. They had a way of doing things that worked exclusively for their relationship.
They had met overseas and gotten married three months after meeting. That was the type of person Violet was. She gave birth to their son, Benjamin 'Jack' Collins 2 year later and birth to their daughter 5 years after him.
Schyleur was 19 now, Benjamin 24. Their son had followed in their footsteps. He'd gone off and enlisted in the reserves which had taken him to Hawaii and according to him, he loved it there. He skyped and facetimed often and he swore that he would visit his sister while she was in the states. The two of them were close. They always had been.
They could have been twins. They had both been given their father's Irish red hair and green eyes. They were both tall, but Schyleur was thinner partially because Benjamin was naturally bigger and partially because he worked out and had the guns to prove it. She was a small thing with absolute no hips to speak of, but almost enough cleavage to make up for it. She had a nose that turned up slightly at the tip, thinly plucked eyebrows and eyes that weren't set too close or too far apart. People thought that she was pretty. She wasn't a supermodel, but she was a little more noticeable than average she assumed. She had a total of 3 tattoos and 4 piercings. Her ears were both pierced twice. She had a small hoop in her nose and a stomach ring. They were things that her mother adored and her brother hated beyond measure. Her tattoos were all small and barely noticeable. She'd gotten compass on the front of her upper thigh. She had a koi fish and turtle both tattooed on her arm to begin the sleeve she had started with her brother on her 18th birthday.
Schyleur looked up and at her uncle Charlie as Bella joined them at the table. Schyleur thought that Bella was pretty. She looked ordinary and friendly and… pretty. She reminded Schyleur of the girl next door that always got the guy at the end of the movies.
"So," Charlie cleared his throat, "How's Jack?"
Schyleur picked up her fork.
"Good, uncle Charlie," she said instantly, "He thinks he's in love."
"In love, huh?"
"In love," she repeated.
Charlie scratched his beard and then looked at his daughter and then back at his niece.
"And what about your parents?"
"They're good. They should be retiring soon actually."
"That's good. Violet needs to be a civilian."
"When are you retiring uncle Charlie?"
Bella scoffed as she stood up. Schyleur smirked. Charlie grunted.
"I don't really know the answer to that."
"Never," Bella said picking up her plate and then Charlies.
Charlie mumbled something under his breath about protecting the town that he loved as Bella made her way to the kitchen sink and began to scrape their plates. Sky chuckled as she stood up herself and grabbed her plate.
"What are your plans?" Charlie crossed his arms over his chest and Sky could see it.
She could see him as the chief of police. He looked like he was preparing to interrogate her. He looked like he was about to pick apart her brain and wait for one little inconsistency to tear her to shreds.
"Plans?" Sky repeated as she headed to the sink.
Bella grabbed the plate in Schyleur's hand.
"I'll take care of it," Bella offered.
"Thank you," she handed it over and turned back around to face her uncle.
"Yeah," Charlie looked up at her, "Your mom mentioned something about volleyball."
"Oh! Yeah," Schyleur stepped out of Bella's way, "Well I finished high school a semester early so I'm going to take these next seven months with you guys and just decide what it is that I truly want to do with my life."
"So, no plan?" Charlie's eyebrow fumbled together.
Bella gave her cousin a look and a smile.
"Actually," Schyleur said proudly, "I have a volleyball scholarship and I've already been accepted in to three amazing schools. One is for liberal arts and professional writing, one is for psychology and addiction studies the other is for law."
"Law huh?" Charlie thought about.
"Just trying to keep the family job going," Schyleur stretched her arms above her head, "but hopefully being here will help me choose one over the other. I don't exactly have roots to return to so I'm hoping I can tap in to my mom's."
The house phone gave out a ring at the same instance that Charlie's cell phone did.
"I'm sorry," he hopped up and produced his phone as he headed to the living room.
Schyleur picked up the glasses that she, Bella and Charlie had discarded and walked them to the sink.
"Hello?" Bella leaned against the wall, "Yeah, everything was fine… I had to pick up my cousin from the airport. She flew in from Germany… No… No… Jake, she just got in today… I'll try to make it, but I'm not promising anything, okay?"
"Where are we going?" Sky hissed towards her cousin.
"One second Jake," Bella covered the mouthpiece of her phone and turned towards her cousin, "Jake was calling to invite us out to the reservation. He's together with some friends and they were wondering if we'd want to go to the beach."
"Yes," Schyleur said immediately, "Can we go? Please?"
Bella laughed and nodded before uncovering the phone.
"Jake, we're going to come out in the next thirty minutes or so if that's okay… Yes… I wouldn't dream of it… Okay… Bye," Bella hung up the phone.
"Dad!" Bella called as she turned back to the sink.
Charlie walked swiftly in to the kitchen shoving his phone in to his pocket as he came.
"I'm going in to work," he said suddenly, "Will you two…"
"We'll be perfectly fine, Uncle Charlie," Sky offered.
"We're actually going to the reservation to hang out with Jake and his friends."
Charile nodded at that.
"Be careful and make good decisions," he looked from one of them to the other and then headed out of the kitchen.
"Your dad is a little awkward," Schyleur observed taking up the rinsing of the dishes as Bella handed them to her.
"He isn't good with showing feelings," Bella offered, "But then again neither am I so we work."
"So… Are you and Jake a thing? Or..?"
"We are most definitely not. Jacob is like a brother to me and… I have a boyfriend."
"A boyfriend?"
"Yup."
"What's he like? Does uncle Charlie like him?"
"My dad isn't exactly his biggest fan, but Edward is…" she searched for a word, "traditional."
"So his name is Edward?"
"Edward Cullen," Bella nodded, "His father is the head doctor in Forks."
"Will I get to meet this Edward Cullen?"
"Eventually," Bella turned the water off.
"I'll take what I can get," Sky lined the dishes up in the drainer.
"So," Bella looked around the kitchen, "If you're ready we can head to the reservation."
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," Schyleur clapped her hands together, "Jesus, Bella, I can't wait to meet your friends."
X
Sky looked up at the top of the cliff. She could see guys, 3 of them. She was sure they were all taller than her equipped with a permanent tan and shaggy black hair. She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked at them. Bella had introduced her to Jake and then walked off on her own to quickly call that boyfriend of hers.
"So did you like Germany?" Jake asked her, his eyes also trained on the top of the cliff.
"It's beautiful there," she smirked, "but it's beautiful here too."
"Please," Jake scoffed, "La Push is hardly comparable to Germany."
"You only think that because you were born here," Schyleur slid her feet out of her shoes, "You're used to the beauty of La Push. You see it everyday," she stood up and stretched lazily, "It's the same thing with Germany. I saw it every single day. It was to me what La Push is to you," she looked out at the water before her.
It was clear and beautiful and she wanted to swim through it.
"That makes sense," Jake chuckled before tapping her shoulder and pointing upwards, "Look! You're going to miss it."
"Miss what?"
Sky looked towards where Jake had pointed and then paused. They were jumping, one after the other off of the top of the cliff. She was sure her eyes visibly widened.
"How are they…" her voice died off with the pure amazement.
She traveled. Her parents made sure that she went to other countries. They let her go off with her brother every time it was possible. She'd climbed a mountain or two and she'd swam in caves, but she had never cliff dived. She had to do it.
She watched in amusement as the guys one after another swam to the shore and they collectively walked over and up to Jacob. They were looking at her strangely and she immediately felt self conscious. She'd left her red hair free, but had changed in to a two-piece black bathing suit and thrown a flowy gray dress on top of it. She looked around for a cousin that she didn't see.
"This is Bella's cousin, Sky," Jake introduced her, "Sky this is," he pointed to them one after another, "Jared, Quil and Paul."
"Nice to meet you!" she smiled and waved happily.
"Nice to meet you too," Jared offered a hand and she shook it.
"Nice to meet you," Quil nodded in her direction, a large smile on his face.
"Yeah, nice to meet you," Paul echoed, his eyes on something back towards the water, "Where is Bella anyway?"
"She went off to call Edward," Sky offered.
"Right," Paul scoffed as he faced them, "I'm sure she…" his words died in the air as blue eyes met brown ones and he paused, "did," he finished lamely, "What was your name again?"
"Schyleur?" she said it slowly.
"Right," he nodded and took a step closer, holding out a hand to Bella's cousin.
She took his hand in hers and she felt it- a spark that traveled up her spine. She paused and she starred up at Paul as he starred back down at her. Her heart had started to beat faster. She hadn't noticed how handsome he was from his side profile, but she could definitely see it now. He had to at least be 6'2 she thought. He had brown eyes and pitch black hair that rested messily on his head. He had a slight beach fuzz thing going on and a distinct nose that wasn't small or big, but it rested slightly crooked on his face. Sky licked her lips and then looked down to where their hands were still bound together.
"Are you going to let my hand go?" Schyleur laughed.
"No," Paul answered instantly.
Quil and Jared look at Jake. Jake looked from Paul to Schyleur.
"Shit," he cursed aloud and looked around the beach, "BELLA!"
A/N: I see my Schyleur as Sophie Turner and her brother as the guy that played Bill Weasley on Harry Potter except with his shorter hair and a sleeve of tattoos.