I do not own anything related to the Twilight world. That my pervs, belongs to the mother superior of our pale vamps, Stephenie Meyer. We just turn her characters into sex addicts. But out of her world, some of my characters are real names.
Thanks to my very best Beta buddy, Truth in the Moon; and PTB, KrisBCullen for correcting me.
Spreading My Wings
BPOV
It was time to leave home. It was time to move on with my teenage life and start anew in college. It was time to get away from Arizona. I was beyond excited when I received a four-year scholarship to a university of my choice. I was named Salutatorian at Scottsdale High. Leave it to Mr. Nerd who beat me out on getting better grades and beating me on my SAT score. However, Mr. Nerd didn't receive grants from local organizations for doing outstanding volunteer work throughout the city. I hated being in the spotlight, but I loved being around people and helping them in times of need. To me, it showed the kind of person you are by not needing to be the center of attention.
My favorite volunteer work was done over the summers. It was working at a community outreach center for women and children. When I worked there, I saw two different sides: the good and the bad. The good was that I spent most of the time interacting with the children while their mothers were being counseled about surviving a divorce or an abusive relationship. The bad: I saw what happened to the women, and it didn't sit well with me. It hurt me seeing the women come from an abusive relationship. They'd come in with a battered body: bruised eyes or broken bones. It was hardship on their children as well. I saw through their child's eyes what their fathers did to their mothers. I wanted to help the women that came into the center.
Renee and I were the lucky ones though. Charlie never abused mom. My parents divorced when I was ten. I knew what happened to families in these situations. I didn't want to see that happen if I could avoid it. It was the reason I chose this field for my career; if there was a way to keep a family from falling to ruin, I wanted to help.
I lived with my "hippie" of a mother Renee, who never understood the concept of either a computer or a cell phone. Renee never got it - why need a cell phone when we can just pick up our house phone and make a call, or why have a computer when you can pick up the phone, turn on the TV, or read a book? She still used a manual typewriter to type her letters. She had to donate the typewriter a year later when she found out OfficeMax stopped carrying ink daisy wheels. Renee then resorted to the very old school form of a pen and paper to write a letter. My mother was still living in the 60's, my dad Charlie however, was a hard-core geek. I spent most of my weekends at his place 30 minutes away. My dad was the geek of all geeks and remained single. I couldn't understand why though. Charlie was a very handsome man. His work became his closest companion. He was promoted to Chief Investigator for Scottsdale. The reason why I wanted to spend weekends with him was because all of the latest high-tech gadgets. Renee's stereo was a turntable with a radio and speakers placed on each side.
I have no clue why both of my parents decided to both move to Scottsdale, Arizona. It was a place where it gets beyond 100 degrees in the summer and below 50 degrees in the winter at night. I never liked living there. My skin was always dry, and it made me feel like a damn lizard searching for any kind of moisture. My supply of moisturizing lotion was stocked until the next monsoon rainstorm. It was all sand, dirt, and rocks there and too brown. I needed green. I needed the moss, the pine trees, the mist, the rain, the cold. I missed Washington and that's why I came back. Forks, Washington, was where I was born and lived until I was ten years old. The other reason I missed it because it was so close to Seattle.
"Are you sure?" asked Mom.
"Mom, I'm going to be fine. This is what I want. This is what I need. Besides, don't you think the house is getting a little crowded? Don't you want some 'alone' time with your new husband?"
Renee married a very sweet man named Phil. Phil was Renee's soul mate. They were the sun and the moon. Phil was the ultimate flower child. Phil and mom both worked in an organic health food store where they met and fell in love. She was stocking Japanese eggplants in the produce aisle when he approached her saying, "Mine is longer." She instantly looked at his crotch, but he pulled out another eggplant from the store-packing crate. She fell for him instantly. I never get bored listening to the story of how they met. It was only two years ago, but it seemed a lifetime ago. It's nice when all of your parents are able to get along. My dad even invited Phil to a basketball game right after Phil married Mom. It shocked the hell out of Phil that he did that.
I asked her, "Do you remember Mrs. Weber?" My mom had a glazed look in her eyes thinking back to her days. I pulled her out of her reverie when she failed to respond. "I'm going to be roommates with her daughter, Angela."
She asked again, "Are you sure?"
"Mom, I'm eighteen years old. It's time to let your daughter spread her wings and fly. Let me go."
My mom helped pack up the rest of my boxes to be shipped to my dorm at the university. I packed the essentials for what I needed until the semester started. All three of them - Renee, Phil, and Charlie - took me to the airport. It was a loud, fun, laughable ride to the airport. It was even more laughable that we strapped two huge suitcases to the top of the tiny car. Renee was quiet the entire ride.
It's funny how time flies. A year or so later, and I'm still thinking back to the day I left home on that hot August morning. My roommate, Angela, and I are now "settled" in our "spacious" cluttered dorm at the university. Two single beds, a twenty-one inch TV, a kitchenette, bathroom, and one desk that we both share filled the space. Our kitchenette consisted of a microwave, mini-fridge, a hotplate, and a coffee pot. Our room was divided by a room-divider to give us SOME privacy. We still have our qualms over the privacy issue. We both agreed that one of us is going to get so pissed at the other that she's going to add a wall herself. However, we managed it. I think it was due to the amount of studying we had to endure. I didn't mind all of the studying. But it was probably because of my lack of a social life that my face was pressed into a book or writing an essay on Social Work Practice. I was striving for an Undergraduate Bachelor degree in Social Work in counseling.
Angela, on the other hand, was having difficulty balancing her social life and studying. Thank God for my countless hours with my face buried in my books; passing my first year of college was a breeze. Angela was studying to get Bachelor degree in Theater Arts. Her dream was to become a famous choreographer in New York or London.
Angela Weber: What a woman she turned out to be.
I remember her being a quiet shy girl when we met in kindergarten. She always wore her auburn hair in pigtails and had glasses. In addition, she wore the baggiest clothes, denim overalls, jeans that were made for teens, and large shirts that covered her tiny frame. She had a big group of friends, yet was still so shy around them. Angela, and her friends, befriended me that first week, we all remained friends up until the fourth grade. That was when my parents took me aside and explained to me that things weren't working out between them. They were getting a divorce. They were hoping I understood what that meant.
"We will not be a family anymore, right? And we're not going to live together?" I asked.
My dad told me yes, but there was good news involved with it. "Your mom and Phil are moving to Arizona and I'm moving also to live close to you both. My department allowed me to transfer to Arizona," Dad said.
"How is that good news, moving to Arizona?" I asked. After the move, I didn't speak to them for a week. I was furious. I missed my home, my school, my friends, and Angela.
So here I am, roommates with Angela. I watched her emerge from behind the room divider wearing a black mini-skirt and a baby-blue halter-top with black flats. She kept the long hair, which is now down, to her lower back. She ditched the glasses for contacts. In addition, she lost the younger shy Angela. She became eccentric. My only response was, "Wow! You look great Ang. Can I borrow that skirt one day?" I was clearly exaggerating the question because I would never be seen wearing that type of outfit.
Angela beamed at me, "I promise you can borrow it if you let me take you out clubbing one of these days!"
I just groaned under my breath.
It was two in the morning when I was awoken by the sound of slurping. My only thought was that Angela had the sudden urge to eat a 'Drumstick' ice-cream cone. We kept them stocked in our mini-fridge. The ice creams were our "pick-me-up" for late night studying. Therefore, I decided to join Angela. I rolled out of bed and quietly made my way to the fridge. I pulled out a cone and walked lazily towards the other side of the divider. I dropped my cone and stormed into the bathroom, embarrassed. Angela decided to bring home a guy. She was sucking his cock when I saw them. They were both naked on Angela's tiny bed. She was lying between his legs. All I saw was Angela's ass standing on display, her legs half way off the bed, and the back of her hair bobbing up and down. I did notice there was a guy, but I didn't see much besides Angela's ass.
"Bella, please come out? I want you to meet Jacob."
I opened the door just a tad making sure she was robed. She had on a little kimono. I walked out and Jacob had pulled on his pants and nothing else.
What a fine looking man he was. He introduced himself to me and smiled a brilliant bright smile. "Hi, I'm Jacob, Jacob Black." We shook hands. Jesus, he has strong hands. As we shook, my eyes raked over his arms and chest. Jacob was built, toned, buffed, sculpted, you name it, and he had it. He became uneasy as he noticed my ogling and pulled on his shirt. Jacob has a kind face. I was drawn to his eyes. Jacob has very dark eyes with a little slant. His top and bottom eyelids are so dark with eyelashes that it looks like he has eyeliner on. I asked Jacob about his heritage. He told me he was a Native Alaskan. He was raised in Alaska. He received a scholarship to attend the University of Washington and was getting his degree in Marine Biology. I couldn't help but nod, feeling a little jealous. Angela sure knew how to pick. Hell, she knew how to have a life. I was definitely going to need some help, and possibly new addition to my wardrobe.
Damn it…
A/N: I know this was a very short chapter. I promise, in the future, there will be lemons and Edward. Just for now, It's just sugar water: no lemons added. Surprise me and put in a review.
Also, I extended my imagination with Bella's and Angela's dormitory. I know that some dorms don't include personal bathrooms, and kitchenettes. Believe me, I have researched looking for these types of dorms at the university. I have found that UW soon going to build dorms with private bathrooms. However, the University of Washington School of Social work is a real.
Review, review, review…
~PattzCougar (also known as pattz_aimant)
