Authors Notes: So I decided to write a new story. This one will hopefully turn out better than my other one which I will continue working on whenever I have the chance. Other than that I hope you all enjoy. ^^
Disclaimer: We all loathe them but I don't want get sued so I own nothing from Twilight. That privilege belongs to Stephenie Meyer. (what I wouldn't give to be her .)
Hi, my name is Crimson Artemis Morrow, I know weird name, but most people just call me Crim. I live, well used to live alone, with my mother Aura, who looked a lot like me, in the overly crowded city of Seattle, Washington. We normally get along, that is until one of us pisses the other off then we tend to argue so loud for so long we've had the cops come to our door three times in the past year. I just believe it's the nosy ass neighbors who have to ruin everything.
I had always known I was different. I never really fit in with anyone. I was the outcast of the outcasts. The nerdiest of the nerds. Most people were put off right away by my overly pale skin, but those who got closer were scared of my way too white/blue eyes, a lot of people compare them to ice. People have always believed I dye my hair to get it to the jet black colour it is, and they insist upon it more when they see the crimson tint to it, I believe that's where my mother got my name, but they don't listen when I try to explain my hair was like this when I was born. The school I went to wasn't a nice school to say. It had a large population of bullies. So large the teachers just stopped caring. In that school it was fight or die.
I finally got my wish though. Today we were moving. My mother hadn't told me where to but she said I would like it, there weren't even a quarter of the number of people there than there was here in Seattle. We didn't care to own much so we didn't need a moving van all we needed was our car and to throw out some of my summer clothes. Which made me guess we were going somewhere colder. We had been driving for about thirty minutes when I got really curious.
"Mom will you tell me where we're going?" I pleaded.
She sighed a little bit then by the looks of it was gathering her will and strength.
"We are going to go live with your father. I believe I have kept you away from something important in every childs life and I think you will be needing him soon." she replied trying to hold herself together.
I could tell she wasn't telling me something. I had never really knew my father. She had left with me when I was one and she refused to talk about him when I would cry to her about how all the other children's dad's were there. I had always just assumed he was dead. I wonder what he will think of me. I know my mother accepts me with open arms but I don't know him.
"Uhh... mom?" I ask my nervousness quickly rising.
"Yeah?" she says as she looks at me for a second worriedly.
"Does he know I'm gay?" I had figured it would be better to just say it than beat around the bushed.
"No, but if he is still the same man I know he won't have any problems with it." She said reassuringly.
Her words helped but I still felt on edge. 'What if he doesn't like 'me' being gay? What if he was hoping for a normal son he could play football or baseball with? What if he was hoping for a son he could take to clubs?' all of these questions just got progressively louder and louder in my head. Until one final one I hadn't noticed earlier made it's appearance. 'What did she mean I might be needing his help soon?'
It was at that question that I fell asleep.
I woke to the feeling of the car going over bumps the size of bodies. I figured we were on an old dirt road but I decided to mess with my mother a little bit.
"Mom... are you driving over people again?" I asked with a mock scold look on my face.
She, playing along, instantly rebutted.
"Well what do you expect? They were in my way!" she said as she huffed.
We both laughed at our shared humour. The laughter came to a quick stop when she pointed out the house. It wasn't a very old house but you could tell it had been through a lot. It was a two story house with, by the size of the roof, an attic too. The exterior was all wood that now seemed old in age. The roof was probably once red but now it was just a dull gray with a slight pink tone to it, and every now and again there were a few shingles missing. There was a truck out front that was the only 'new' thing, but even it had some years under it's belt. It was a pick up truck, so I was guessing the owner hauled a lot of different things. My examination was interrupted by my mother who had decided to tell me more about my father.
"You are probably wondering what his name is. It's Maverick. He also works as the local repair man. Why, you ask, he hasn't fixed that house? I have no idea he never would say why. Well come on let's go meet your father." she said all that in a quick breath then bracing herself once again she stepped out. I immediately followed.
We set to walking down the rest of the driveway. When we were about halfway down a dog, probably the neighbors, came running up to the fence we were walking along and started barking his head off. It scared me so bad I shrieked making my mother laugh and leaving me feeling irritated. When we finally got past the gate the dog came around revealing it was probably my dads. It immediately began circling my mother who knelt down and starting petting the dog while digging through her purse then pulling out a doggie treat which the dog devoured happily.
"Crim this is Max, he's your fathers dog. Funny how long this dog has been alive. The dogs older than you if that's any idea." she said looking at me.
"How old is it?" I asked amazed that this dog was older than me. I've never heard of a dog living 17 years.
"Max is 19 years old and still going strong." she said smiling at the dog.
"19 years?!" I ask dumbfounded that this dog was that old and still bouncing around.
When all she did was smile at me I kept walking which she began to follow right after. We reached the door and we both looked at each other silently asking who should knock. She decided her and I kindly stepped back. She knocked on the door nervously but confidant. She was greeted by the face of Maverick. I was shocked at how much we looked alike. We both had jet black hair with red tints in it. We both had pale blue eyes. We even both had the same sickly pale skin colour. He looked at her and his eyes softened immediately.
"Aura..." was all he said before he embraced her and she embraced him.
Then his eyes snapped open, probably remembering me, because his eyes immediately darted to me. Scanning me. Wonder crossed his face for a moment. Then realization. He knew it was me. He knew it was his son. Finally returning.
"Crimson..." he said then crying he embraced me as well.
Authors Notes: So... -wiggles eyebrows- did ya enjoy even though it was a little short? :D tell me below thanks for reading ^^
