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I don't own anything but my charecters, and the pasta...mmmmmmhmmm.
Paul P.O.V
"Guys, c'mon! Hurry it up." Emily Young, soon to be Uley, called over her shoulder.
"Yes maam!" We chorused.
I was the last of the group, trailing behind a starving Brady and an even more ravenous Quil, carrying a platter with pasta and sauce.
"Sheesh, Em! How many people live there?" Jared asks, carrying two trays full of food.
"Shush! Only two people moved in, and I just want to welcome them to the neighborhood." She scolds him, as I chuckle.
"Two? Husband and wife?" Embry asks.
"No, I do believe its mother and daughter. Sarina and Sahar Diamondswell." Emily answered walking up the steps leading to the Diamondswell's porch.
'Hm, a daughter. This might be interesting.' I thought watching as Emily knocks on the door, and Sam takes a plate of cookies from her.
"One second!" A voice yells from inside.
All of a sudden the door slams open and a girl, no woman, appears in the door way.
"Oh, um...hi! Sorry about that." She says, breathless.
"Oh it's no problem at all! Un-packing?" Emily asks kindly, a knowing look on her face.
"Yea, its horrid, not to mention most of the stuff weighs more than a ton!" She answered with a laugh, blowing her dark as night hair out of her eyes to look at us.
"So…What can I help y'all with?" She drawls out, raking her eyes over each one of us until she reaches me.
Our eyes met, and I dropped the platter.
Right that moment I could swear I heard God laughing at me.
Sahar P.O.V.
"Get nasty, get freaky, you sexy, you fine, Go go go go girl, Go go go girl, Go go go girl, Go go go girl, Shake your ass to the beat, shake your ass to the beat!"
"C'mon girl! Dance it up!" My mother yelled at me from the kitchen, where she was supposed to be un-packing. I follow her into the kitchen and decide to have some fun.
'Why not?' I think.
"Wahooo! THERE WE GO!" She yelled as I started to dance with her.
"Hahaha! Mom, we need to finish this before it gets dark! Plus, dinner remember? I am starved!" I laugh out as she spins me in a circle.
"Dinner shminner! We did it! We actually did it!" She screams at the top of her lungs.
'Yes we did, momma, yes we did.' I think as I watch her dance carelessly.
A knock sounds on the door, and I yell for whoever it is to wait a second.
I rush to the radio to turn the music down, ignoring my mother's groan of protest.
I glanced over my shoulder and watched as she followed me to the foyer, stopping in the living room to set down a throw pillow.
I open the door and am greeted by ten giants and one, when compared to the giants, dwarf.
The giants, all men except one, are just that: Giants.
They all tower above my 5'7 frame by at least half a foot, not to mention they're gorgeous.
"Um, Hi. Sorry about that." I apologise, out of breath from dancing. I looked at the petite woman, who couldn't be over 5'3. She had three long scars running from her forehead all the way down her neck, leaving half of her beautiful face in a permanent disarray. She had long black hair the reached down to her waist, and beautiful eyes,amber, they were the perfect shade of amber. She had a kind look to her and I took to her immediately, I knew she was a trustworthy one.
On her right was one of the giants, who seemed to be holding a plate of cookies. He reached at least 6'5, yet he managed to wrap his arms around her waist, still holding the plate.
I looked to her left and appraised the woman next to her, she had smokey eyes that when you looked into them contained happiness. Her hair was shoulder lengthand was an undescribable shade of mahogany.
A quick sweep of the rest proved my reasoning to be correct. They were all huge!
'What is in the water here?' I pondered.
Tall, muscled and handsome to boot. Yet one of them held my attention. He was at the back of the group, and couldn't of been older than 20, but he had a aura of maturity mixed in with playfulness. He was looking down at what was in his arms. He had shortly cropped dirty blond hair that hung carelessly over his eyes. Standing at, what Iwould estimate, 6'2 his body matched his height. He was greatly muscled, yet not in a gross way. It fit him.
"Oh it's no problem at all! Un-packing?" The woman asked me with a knowing look.
"Yea, its horrid, not to mention most of the stuff weighs more than a ton!" I chuckled, blowing my hair out of my face.
"So…What can I help y'all with?" I ask, finally meeting the gaze of the mystery man.
'My mystery man' my mind whispered.
Right then and there my mystery man dropped the tray that was in his hold, and red sauce splattered out and onto his clothing, coating him.
They all turned around to stare at him, the woman who knocked scolding him, while the some of the men took ne look at him and just smirked.
One of them elbowed him and whispered something to him, but I didn't think he heard.
The mystery man just kept staring at me, mouth open, eyes wide.
'My mystery man' my mind corrected me a second time.
Well there you have it! Part 2! I hope you like it and if you did review! Even if you didn't, review anyway!
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Much love - Sahar.