You're a TrAiNwReCk
Disclaimer: I do not own anything other than Vivian, her family, George and my story plot. Stephine Meyer owns everything including my stud muffin Jacob.
"I just don't know what to do anymore. Ana Barbara feels like she's trapped and I feel she's growing up too soon…she has to take care of her younger sister, she's in charge of the house and at the same time dealing with normal teenage stuff and…that other not normal teenage stuff. Oh how I miss Elijah…it's impossible to run the store and take care of the kids especially seeing as Elijah jr is no help because he's "too busy" at work or with his friends to take care of the girls." My aunt ranted to my mother during Christmas break, a couple days after I got home from college for winter break. I was lying down on the couch flipping through the channels being bored out of my mind from the re-runned Christmas episodes.
"Well," started my mom firmly. "tell him he needs to help around the house some more. He's going to be 23 soon and he still lives under your roof. You're basically letting him stay for free and the money that he earns goes towards him spending it on alcohol and partying with his friends and buying cell phones. He's a bad influence on the girls, especially seeing as he's a high school dropout and at that age the girls are susceptible to the modeling he's giving them." My mother said taking a sip of her coffee.
Both of them were in the dining room but my mother's sipping and voices carried loudly from where I was sitting in the living room. It was probably because it was making me crave some coffee. It might have sounded loudly because I was mostly bored though and drinking coffee sounded like more fun than just lying around. Four weeks of winter break really was too much.
I got up and found the coffee maker in the kitchen, still 1/3 full and poured myself some. I mixed in ¼ of the cup milk and some yummy creamer stuff. I noticed the time…11:14pm…I'm not gonna be going to sleep anytime soon…oh well.
"Then what do you suggest I do?" asked my aunt. I didn't look over because ever since her husband died a month ago, around my birthday, she's been looking more stressed and different from the vibrant and laid back version of herself.
"Hmmm, maybe you should get someone to help around the house."
"I don't have enough money, the shop takes more money and time than it gives and I'm up to my neck in debts…" I nodded with lips pursed as I leaned against the counter. Debts, something you don't want to have but if you're going to college it's a for sure thing. Believe me; I'm in my third year at UC Santa Cruz.
From the kitchen I could see them in the living room. My aunt reached over to get a cookie and ate the chocolaty goodness. I put down my coffee and walked over gracefully, towards the cookies on the kitchen table. My mother and aunt took a sip of coffee, deep in concentration while I closed up to the cookies and reached out to take one without being noticed but then my leg hit the corner of the table and my cover was compromised.
"Ow ow ow, oh fudge monkies…that's gonna leave a mark…" I say holding up my leg and rubbing where I got hit, slightly hopping on my other leg.
"Vivian." My mother said sternly. I looked up at her.
"It wasn't me, it was for Alex!" I said referring to my ten-year-old brother. My mother rolled her eyes at me and I felt my aunt staring at me.
"Vivian, when do you get out of school this year and when do you start again?"
"Ummm…in June and I start again in late September." I said, moving my weight to my other leg that healed thanks to my magical rubbing powers.
"Do you think, if Maria doesn't mind, that you could help be in charge of the house during that time…? I mean you don't have to be there the whole time and you don't have to come over until the girls get out of school in mid-June but it's just…you'd be such a good influence on them…it'll basically be a house sitting job…you can even put it on your résumé. Plus, I know how much you and Ana Barbara get along and how much Yazmin adores you…"
Sadly, by my aunt's run on sentences I could tell that she needed me to say yes to her. I munched on the cookie, chewing slowly and taking my time in deciding.
Winter had eventually turned into summer. It was now mid-June and not only was I leaving to my aunt's house today but George was leaving to Paris. I had driven to the airport to drop him off first. I looked up at his sapphire blue eyes. Luckily, I didn't have to crane my neck too high up because of the fact that he's only three inches taller than me, but believe me three inches go a long way. I've had boyfriends that since I'm freakishly tall, have been around one to two inches shorter than me. Consequently, resulting in my friends taking their time to constantly point it out… in the end let's just say George's height attracted me more than anything else.
George wrapped his arms around my waist while smiling softly at me.
"I'm going to miss you babe." He said kissing me on the top off my head.
"And I shall miss you." I said mustering as much cheesiness in our farewell as possible.
"Now stay out of trouble."
"I will." I said smiling at him. He narrowed his eyes.
"Let me clarify, don't get into any situation in which if you were to fall or knock something over you would get severely hurt."
"What's that supposed to mean? I'm graceful enough to not die from tripping." I said pouting. He lifted up a brow. I burst out laughing.
"Okay okay, I'll try not to do much but I just can't help it. It comes naturally to me." I said grinning at him. He sighed.
"Because danger stalks you."
"Yeeessssss." In the background a voice came over the intercom announcing the flight from San Francisco to Paris. I bit my lip and stared at George.
"I'll see you in August." He said.
"That's two months from now." I said pouting. He rolled his eyes at me.
"Time will fly by."
"It only does in Paris…" I mumbled. He grabbed my hand and just held it, interlacing his fingers with mine.
"It's not my fault you had other obligations, I would of loved for you to come. Especially my grandmother, she's been wanting to meet you for the longest time. I tell her so much about you and she knows how much you mean to me."
"Ugh, lame." I said crossing my arms on my chest, letting go of George's hand in the process.
"Another time." He said kissing the top of my head.
"Grrrr." I said glaring out through the window, in which the airplane was parked and ready to go. People had already started lining up a while ago and the line was decreasing in size. The intercom made another announcement for the flight, claiming it to be the last call. George grabbed me around the waist and leaned down to kiss me for around 5 seconds. Short but sweet, just like George…except he's not short…but he is sweet.
I pulled back and grinned at him, taking a couple last seconds to take him in. I started with his curly black hair, which no matter how much he'd try to smooth down would still seem disheveled. I would enjoy those nights in which we would be doing absolutely nothing and I'd find entertainment in twirling his locks around my fingers. I stared into his eyes that I would die to have, I was stuck with plain old brown eyes but now my kids had the chance in having none boring eyes. I took in his fair skin and the contrast of his freckles against his skin tone. His strong jaw bone that according to this one episode on the Tyra show means that he'll be wealthy…which he is, so Tyra was right! Or was it that it means that he's gossipy…?
Moving on…I'll mostly miss his laugh. He would always find humor in the things I said or did. According to him I could keep him entertained for hours with my ramblings. Of course he was exaggerating but I knew he enjoyed my company. I was his comic relief.
"I love you shorty." He said smirking lightly at his little nickname for me. It's rare for me to ever be considered short because of the fact that since I was 15 I was 5ft 10in.
"I love you too, Georgie-poo." I said squeezing him lightly, like a five year old girl does with her teddy bear late at night when she's scared because of lightening…okay so it wasn't that light but I'm gonna miss my man. I've been with him for around 2 and a half years and haven't left his side since then.
He pulled away and we parted ways, he went in through the little tunnel leading to the airplane and I stayed watching until his plane lifted off. I sat down on one of the seats and just stared out the window, hand on my cheek.
I sighed getting up from my seat once his plane left. I walked slowly out of the airport and to where I had parked my jeep. I then started up my jeep full of all my stuff: from my clothes to books to my swim suits and 2 bags of bread, peanut butter and fifty dollars from my dad to use on my trip from my small town in Orinda, California to a small reservation at La Push, Washington.
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