Yet, another, non-canon Kim story! I know that I have not finished off The Drama Of Imprinting but I really wanted to put this up, so enjoy!
R&R please...
Disclaimer: I do NOT, I repeat, do NOT, own Twilight. If I did then I would have included more Kim.
Her name is Kimberly Anne Connweller, and she was, is, the definition of perfect. An angel sent from heaven. A rose amongst the thorns.
God, she's making me fucking poetic.
Though she much prefers it when people to call her Kim, her best friends, Ellie and Payten, call her Kimbo just to annoy her. I have my special nickname for her. Kimmy Kub, Shorty, or somtimes Kim Beam, because she loves her liquor.
She has one brother, Joseph and is very close with her first cousins, Jason, Mathias and Lydia. Jason used to date my sister, Bethany, for a few years. Joseph doesn't live with Kim or her mother, but lives with her Aunt Vivianne in Seattle. She lives with her mother who is a workaholic in my opinion, but a very nice lady. She never spends more than three seconds at home, and then it's off to another shift. I know that Kim doesn't mind having the house to herself, because she is never alone that often.
Her favourite colour is black, and everytime someone tells her it's a shade she pokes out her tongue childishly and grins that beautiful grin that I have come to love.
She has exactly ten piercings, at the moment. Four in both ears, one in her tongue and one in her belly button. Whenever she's bored in class she unconsciously plays with the ring in her tongue, out of habit.
She also loves to express herself in her art. Kim can just lose herself in her painting or drawings. It's mesmerizing to watch.
She, unlike most people, enjoys the rain. Her favourite flavour ice-cream is orange chocolate chip, as is mine. Spicy foods are her favourite. Her favourite non-alcoholic drink is Sprite Zero. Her favourite alcoholic drink is Vodka and Redbull, or Jim Beam and Coke. She hates, and I mean hates, horror movies. I thought it was quite cute.
There's the small things that I notice about her. I notice the way her brow furrows in frustration when she doesn't get the answer for a question right. How she sweeps her hair back with one, fluid motion. The way she turns and smiles kindly at me when she sees me staring at her. How she pulls her sleeves past her knuckles when she feels sad or depressed. The way her hands curl into fists when she is mad, but she remains perfectly calm. I love the way she blushes when someone pays her a compliment.
I can remember the exact day I fell in love with her.
It was Friday, the twenty secondth of March, about a year ago, and we were hanging out at the beach together. The sun was shining down on us, bathing us in its warm rays. It was a rare moment when the sun was out, and so we took advantage of it.
We were sitting on a long, washed up piece of driftwood. She was laughing at something my best guy mate, Kevin, said about me. Kevin stood in front of me, and I tackled him to the ground. We wrestled around on the sand. Kim's melodic laughter rang in my ears, and as I had Kevin in a headlock, I glanced up to grin at her.
I gasped at little. It was like I was seeing a whole new Kim. No- it was the same Kim; I just hadn't been looking properly. Her skin was glowing beautifully, dimples showing on her cheek when she smiled. Her silky hair was flowing past her shoulders, falling just under her breasts. She stared down at me through her long lashes, amber eyes glittering.
It wasn't just her looks that attracted me- I'm not that shallow. She had a great personality, too. She was kind and shy, but sometimes insecure. She loved her family and friends. She had a really great sense of humor. She was intelligent, sometimes a know-it-all and hated to be wrong. Some called her sadistic and rebellious, but I thought that was what made her unique. She was different from everyone else. Kimberly also loved to have a good time- partying, getting drunk, even getting as high as a kite with me. She rarely got angry, but when she did, move the hell out of her way.
It was that moment that I realized how much I truly loved Kim. Even before I imprinted on her, I knew that there was only one girl for me- and her name was Kimberly Anne Connweller.
One problem; she doesn't love me back. No, instead she is in love with my sworn enemy- an egotistic, cocky womanizer who goes by the name Jared Thail. Sure, I can be a bit of those things, arrogant, temperamental, a typical teenage boy really, but at least I haven't been ignoring a beautiful girl who has loved me for the past twelve years! I know that Kim can do much better than Jared freaking Thail.
My name is Paul de Sigo, I am seventeen years old, and I imprinted on my best friend, Kimberly Anne Connweller.
Like it? Love it? Hate it? REVIEW!
Or not. Whatever floats your boat... But just so you know- reviews are appreciated.