Author Notes: So this is my first time putting up anything I written. I'm not asking you to be nice if you review. Just be respectful, and constructive. I really like the feedback so here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any song lyrics in the story. If you hate the idea of OCS or Edward not being with Bella or Jacob not being with Bella or even Jacob and Edward being together, or polygamy (Just kidding there's no polygamy in this one or JacobXEdward), you probably won't want to read this. BTW, this is No RenesmeAU, but only for story purposes
As always "talking" thoughts 'phonecalls'
"Have you ever wanted to disappear?
And join a monastery
Go out and preach on Manic Street?
Who will I be when I wake up next to a stranger
On a passenger plane? (Passenger plane)."
From '20 Dollar Nose Bleed' by Fall Out Boy
Morning rolled around like puberty in a young teenager. It was something everyone went through, morning that is. My mum, twin sister, and I rode in our car heading towards the airport in Manchester, forty-five minutes away from our hometown in Liverpool. The sky was bright with certainty and delight for mid-winter, although the car reeked of cigarette smoke. I bobbed my head to the sound of my sister, Kassidy, humming Bowling For Soup's version of Fergie's London Bridge. I watched from the backseat as Mum gripped the steering wheel, arguing silently with the airport traffic.
The car stopped as we finally pulled into a parking space. We all got out at once and started grabbing the luggage. We rushed out into the airport to check in and tossed our luggage on the conveyer belt.
"Alright, chickens, I want you to be good for your uncle and aunt. You are there to help them around the shop." Mum kissed us both on the cheek and stepped back.
Mum twirled one of her red-dyed dreadlocks in between her thumb and her middle finger. Her brown eyes stared off into the distance, wondering if she forgot anything important. She zipped her jumper with other hand, covering the tattoo on her chest
"Mum, we have to leave, now." Kassidy said snapping her out of her daydream.
"Oh, yea. I blanked out for second." Mum chuckled. "Kassidy, love, you watch your sister okay. Don't let her smoke in the house, and make her brush her hair a least once a month. You know her issues with hair. I know you two all ready have your American driver's licenses. Inez, remember to drive on the other side of the road. Oh, and be nice, your uncle and aunt have some new roommates. I am begging you to be civil, Inez. Promise me that you'll ring me and your old man up as soon as you get a moment."
"Yes, mum." Kassidy and I said in unison.
"Alright, you get along on the plane." Mum hugged us both and scooted off towards the plane. I turned around in the terminal to wave back at her, but she already turned around and walked back to the car.
I stepped up and walked on the plane. Kassidy had sat down in the window seat, and I stood there angrily.
"Let me have the window seat." I demanded.
"No, I'm the eldest. I get the window seat." She replied back looking up at me.
"That doesn't mean anything, Kassidy."
"Look, Baby, the seats are already labeled. If the bloody plane crashes, they'll need to identify our bodies properly."
"I really hate you."
"I know."
I flopped down in the aisle seat beside my sister and buckled up as the sign instructed me. The flight attendant began rambling on about safety precautions, and I took it as my cue to blank out.
This wasn't the first time we had been on a plane heading towards our uncle and aunt's house. We went there every summer to help out their twenty-four hour coffee shop, but this time it wasn't summer or a visit. Business apparently had gotten intense, and they needed several extras hands. So my dad volunteered our hands to help out his twin brother's business.
Ironically, I was taking the move better than Kassidy was. Of course no one wants to leave their friends and schoolmates, but then again, I hated people on most occasions. Everything seemed to have a positive side to it. Even the small, little yank town my uncle and aunt lived in probably had its upside.
Crescent City is a little, quiet town on the Pacific Coast near the California-Oregon border. Despite the almost never-ending rain, it was homely. Though there wasn't much to do on a daily basis, I always enjoyed my visits. It was quiet, and no one was around to cause trouble. On warm and sunny days you could go hang out at the beach or hiking in the woods, if it stopped raining long enough. Unfortunately my sister and I would have to wait for the summer to see away sunshine, since it was the beginning of January.
"Eh, did your ears pop yet?" Kassidy asked. She punched me in the shoulder, and I glared at her.
"No, they haven't, but I wished they did so I can ignore you." My ears popped right after I said that, making me jerk in my seat.
"There they go." She laughed. "Just two more ear pops, and we'll be there."
"Ta. I appreciate you reminding me of the obvious."
After riding two planes for several hours, Kassidy and I walked off the plane, jet lagged. It started raining hard, and we broke off into a sprint. Kassidy was mumbling something under her breath. I couldn't tell she was praying or cursing the sky as she said her goodbyes to the sun. I overlooked her bitching attitude as we got inside and walked over to collect our things. We collected our crap and we sat in the lobby waiting for our uncle to arrive.
"You think we should ring him up?" Kassidy asked leaning over my lap to grab a magazine.
"I don't think so. He should be here soon. Something probably came up at the shop." I twitched. "Get up, your jugs are squishing me."
"At least I have jugs." She shot back.
"You can have fun with your d-sized balloons, and I'll walk around braless like I normally do in my tank tops."
"You're such a boy, sometimes. You need to be a little bit more feminine. These yank boys don't like it when girls are more masculine than they are."
"Well, when you find yourself an American boy would date a wench like you, then you can tell me how to look and act."
Kassidy scoffed and read her magazine. I slouched in my chair, scratching my leg, and staring out the window.
"If you keep staring out like that, your eyes might fall out of your head." A voice whispered in my ear.
"Bloody hell." I jumped up and fell over onto the lobby floor. Kassidy and Uncle David stood above me cackling loudly drawing attention. I stood up angrily and grabbed my bags. Our uncle helped carrying our things to his car. I growled under my breath listening to Kassidy joke around with our uncle about my 'fall'. I threw my bags in the truck and slid in the backseat. Kassidy and Uncle David got in the car, and then we drove off.
They made small talk, and I sat in the back humming and staring out the window at the trees rolling by. The woods surrounded my uncle and aunt's house, which ironically wasn't bad for business, though they were secluded from the rest of the town. Their old Victorian house served as the café as well as their home. It was three stories, the first being the café and its kitchen, and had an outside stairwell that led straight to the second floor, for convenience. In the house part, there were six bedrooms and five baths, a sunroom, the house kitchen, sitting room, and a piano room.
"Oy, Inez, are you going to sit in the car all day or do you want to come inside and rest?" David asked opening my door.
I jerked a little and realized we had pulled up in front of the house. I stepped out of the car and grabbed my bags out the truck. The customers' cars were everywhere. The place was overly packed. They needed some help seriously.
"I hope he doesn't expect us to work today." Kassidy whispered.
"Shut up." I glared her down and growled. "You're so selfish. They need help."
"We just got here."
"Hey, chickens," Uncle David interrupted, "you can go ahead and go upstairs. Your aunt Sadie is upstairs with a headache so be bit quiet. Some one called in sick."
"Okay," Kassidy running off and going upstairs.
"I'll unpack, and then, I'll be down help out." I said annoyed.
"No, it's fine the staff and I can handle it." He replied reassuringly.
"I'm coming down anyway." I said walking off.
I walked in the house and then upstairs to the bedrooms. The room I slept in was way in the back between a spare bedroom and a bathroom. I opened the door to my room and stepped in. It was the way I left when we visited this past summer. There were newspapers scattered everywhere and pillows on the floor. Even the junk in my bed had finally sprouted a body. Wait, what the hell? Where's the record scratch when you need it?
I walked over to my bed and stood there staring. The guy in my bed was…well adorable as hell. He was tanned golden, probably Native American descent, muscular and had a nice body from what I could tell. His short black hair was all his face as he slept peacefully. You're cute as hell, but you have get out my bed. I walked over to the other side of the bed and flipped the mattress over.
"What the hell?" He yelled, falling on the floor. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up glaring at me.
"What are you doing in my room?" I asked, pulling the blanket from around him. I noticed he was shirtless so I handed him the blanket back. I stepped out the room and walked into my aunt.
"Hey honey, how…"
"There's a half-naked boy in my room." I interrupted.
"What are you talking about? Oh, I see." She nodded. She led me back to my room and stood in the doorway.
He was pulling his shirt on and his Levis down. He ran a hand through his hair. I stared at him, and he stared back.
"You can stop hiding now, Jacob. Your break is over. Next time, hide in your own room, okay. Inez, this is Jacob. Jacob, this is one of my nieces, Inez." She said introducing us. "He lives here with his sister and her husband. Didn't your mom tell you?"
"Oh, yeah, she did." I scratched my head just stood there awkwardly. "Well, you're looking good, Aunt Sadie."
"I'm going to downstairs to check on the shop." Sadie sighed walking out.
"That's was fucking weird," He smiled.
"It really was," I laughed. "Well, I'm sorry I woke you up."
"It's cool. So which one are you?" He smirked. "Are you the bitchy one or the who eats everything?"
"I'm the one who eats everything." I smiled, proudly.
"How? You're a fucking stick." He yelled.
"Ta. I appreciate it. Well, I have to go downstairs. I told my uncle I was going to help him down at the shop." I said walking out.
"Yeah, I'm supposed to be working, too. I snuck back upstairs to take a nap." He said following me down to the shop.
"I'm surprised you got away with it. Kassidy, my sister, sneaks upstairs to sleep all the time, and I always have to go up there and throw her over my shoulder just to get come back downstairs. I may look like a twig, but I'm strong like a brick house."
"I bet that's fun."
It's loads of fun. I thought. I looked out over the café, and it was more crowded than Time's Square on New Year's Eve. I stepped back, and I heard crashing all around me. Shit. I turned around, and Jacob was helping one of the baristas clean up shards of ceramic cups.
"Rachel, this is Inez. Inez, this is my sister, Rachel."
"I'm so sorry," I squatted down, and picked up a shard, and cut my hand. "Oh, fuck!"
"Jacob, go clean her up. I'll go get a mop. It was nice meeting you, Inez."
"You, too." I called back.
Jacob pulled me into the café bathroom and stuck my hand under the water to rinse my hand off.
"How old are you?" I asked, above the running water.
"Seventeen. How old are you?"
"I just turned sixteen in October. You go to school here right? When do you start the this year's term?"
"Yeah, I go to school here. We start back tomorrow."
"Shit!" I winced a little, as the water got warmer.
"Do you hate school that much?" He joked.
"The water got insanely hot and you're gripping my arm like it's life support."
Jacob let go my arm and handed me a bandage. I leaned against the sink and wrapped my hand up,
"I'm not too excited about starting school. I know my 'rentals already sent the transcripts or whatever. I think I'm a junior here, and Kassidy's a senior."
"I'm a junior. Honestly, I don't blame you. The school's not all that it's cracked up to be. It's small I just moved here in September, and I still get treated like a new kid."
"Where you from?"
"La Push, Washington. It's a Indian Reservation."
"That's cool. You lived on the rez. What brought you here?"
"We just…wanted to get away. Your aunt knew my sister somehow, and next thing you know, we ended up here"
"Well, you sure picked a hell of place. Anyway, I should get to helping." I walked out the bathroom, then stopped and turned around quickly. "By the way, I normally don't break dishes. This was the first time, and I've been waiting tables since I was nine."
"I don't blame you. It's been hectic as hell today. You're not the first person to break something." He smiled
I probably won't be last. I walked back in to the café and looked for my uncle. In an instant, I got a handed a tray and told to 'find out who this belongs to'. I felt like something was about to go wrong. My stomach was filled with the worst feeling in the world…laziness. Why did I volunteer for this shit?
"PIZZA PITA WITH FETA?"
"OVER HERE!"
I threw the plate down and ran back into the kitchen. I was going to be doing this for the rest of the night, and I didn't have any cigarettes. Shit. At least school didn't start tomorrow…fuck?
Review. s'il vous plait?