Chapter One
Cheri
I hate my life, I really do.
First, my mom dies. So, sure, it was like, twelve years ago. But still. That shit can be traumatizing to a girl like me.
Second, my dad leaves, like, two months after Mom bit the dust. Like literally. He just pop! left.
And third, my dad isn't really my dad. I mean for real. He isn't. My dad's in Kansas with another woman and a daughter who's mom is not dead. But that's okay. He doesn't even know I'm alive anyway. Well...Not literally. He knows I'm alive, he just doesn't know I'm alive alive. Catch my drift? No? Okay.
So, yeah. In a nutshell, Mom's six feet under, Not-my-dad Dad is somewhere probably in the country, and Really-my-dad Dad doesn't know I'm here.
And that is the reason why I hate my life!
Kay, bye.
...
Oh. You're still here.
So like...Should I keep talking to you, or...
"Cheri! Dinner!"
"Not hungry, Sue!"
"Bull crap! You're always hungry! Come down and eat."
"Fine."
Well, I guess if you're sticking around, you can hear about the rest of my life.
So, I'm Cheri. Clearwater. Yeah, um...I'm fifteen. I like food. Like, a lot. And I have a fear of large animals.
Which is kind of ironic, too, because half the people I hang out with can change into giant wolves whenever they want to. Should that be added to the other reasons why I hate my life?
"I made your favorite. Look! Sloppy Joes!" Sue exclaimed, gesturing to the food on the table. I silently thanked the higher power for bestowing the gift of culinary genius into my grandmother's body.
"You're the reason why I'm fat, you know."
"You're not fat, Cheri."
"Do you see this?" I squealed, squeezing my sides. "That's called fat, Sue."
"And do you see this?" she asked the same way, grasping my shoulders. "That's called Cheri, Cheri."
"I'm fat."
"No you're not. A girl who can still wear a bikini in the summer, and still look good enough to make me yell at them to put more clothes on is not fat."
"Yeah, I'm not doing the bikini thing anymore. My butt can't even fit into my one from last year."
"I think that's what they call 'a growth spurt', honey."
"I think that's what they call 'needs a stair master', honey," I said back, taking a huge bite of my Sloppy Joe. I moaned with pleasure, licking the saucy meat from my lips.
"Cheri, you're thin and beautiful. Curse you and your high metabolism. As a matter of fact, remind me to hop in my running shoes when dinner's over. All this sauce goes straight to my thighs if I don't work it off."
"I think that's what they call 'old age', Sue."
"I think your mouth is what they call 'needs soap', Cheri."
"Ouch."
She just shrugged, and we finished off our dinner.
"If there wasn't a man named Louis Tomlinson, I would've been engaged to food by now," I said dreamily, finishing off my sandwich.
"If there wasn't something named commitment, I'd be married to Denzel Washington by now. But, hey. You don't see me complaining," Sue shrugged, smiling at Charlie as he walked in. He kissed her cheek. "Food's in the microwave, honey."
"Thanks. Hey, Cher."
"What up, Charles?"
"Charlie."
"Riiiiiight," I narrowed my eyes and smiled at him. "I'll remember that next time I'm trying to weasel myself out of DUI...Whoops! You weren't supposed to hear that."
"Hear what?" he asked, then winked.
"Sue, can you marry him already?"
"Goodbye, Cheri!"
"Okay, okay..." I rolled my eyes and left the house, turning on my iPod. The walk to Sam's house is usually short, but I like taking the long way.
Through the deep, dark, mystifying, insect-infested, scary, horrifyingly beautiful woods.
Nah, not really. I only take the long way, because I get to go past the beach. It's so pretty in the spring evenings. The waves roll in and out, and I can just stand there and picture how much better it'll look with me in them during the summertime.
I have to say, I add a special touch to that beach, I really do.
"Hey, it's Cheri!"
"Think fast, Cher!"
I caught the pillow just as it soared towards my face. I put it down, smirking at my cousin, Willie. He rolled his eyes, and plopped down on the couch with a pout.
"I like it when it hits your face."
"But that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?"
"Um, yeah it would."
"Shut up, ass wipe."
"Mom!" Willie whined.
"Be nice, Cheri," Leah smiled at me.
"But that wouldn't be any fun, now would it?" I asked her, sitting down next to Willie. Leah rolled her eyes with a smile. "Cheri smells food. Cheri tummy hungry," I said, whirling around in the comfy chair to face Emily. She smiled, holding out a heaping plate of muffins. I took two, and sat back down.
"One day, all this is going to catch up to me," I said, my mouth full. "Oh, wait." I swallowed. "It already has."
"For the umpteenth time, Cheri. You're not fat," Leah exclaimed.
"Riiiiiight," I nodded slowly. "So is there a reason why you guys called me here? ...Or were you just missing me? I mean, I understand if you're missing me and all, but really. I come here, like, every day. So like-"
"Shut up, Cher," Willie rolled his eyes.
"I do not have to listen to a twelve-year-old."
"Maybe you should start."
"Ooh, if your mother wasn't here right now..." I hissed. He smirked. So I popped his ear, making him whine to Leah. She sighed and looked at the ceiling as if asking 'Why did I decide to have kids?'
I hear you, Leah. I hear you.
I mean, not saying that I have kids. It's just, you know...And the...Yeah, and...
Okay. I'm shutting up now.
"You're here so Sue can have alone time with Charlie," Emily said brightly, grinning at me with that bright little face she does all the time. I mean, for real. Who the heck is this bright and sunny all the time, I mean...I know I'm just too beautiful to not make people happy, but damn. Give a people a break.
"Oh. Alone time..." I waggled my eyebrows and reached for another muffin. "So if they get alone time together, then can I get some alone time with my other half?"
"Cheri, Lupus Timothy is not in love with you," Willie rolled his eyes. I dropped my muffin, my mouth dropping open. I swear, I felt my chin hit the floor.
Stuttering, my eyes widened.
"A...A...A...Oh, hell."
Willie smirked at me.
"Louis Tomlinson, smartness! LOUIS FREAKING TOMLINSON! His name is not and never will be Lupus Timothy! ARGH! I...I can't believe this!" I shot up off the couch, pacing the room and pulling on my hair. "I can't believe you...ARGH!"
"Quit overreacting. It's just some stupid singer that will most likely be old news in the next five years. Get over it," Embry rolled his eyes. I gagged.
"You guys are making me sick. He is not 'some stupid singer'. He is the BEST singer in all of One Direction, and he is in love with me." I looked up. "He just doesn't know it yet...BUT HE'S IN LOVE WITH ME AND ONE DAY WE WILL GET MARRIED AND HAVE CHILDREN NAMED LOUIS JR. AND FARAH!"
"She's delusional," Willie said, exasperated.
"If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go have a mental breakdown," I whimpered, plopping back down on the couch.
Lupus Timothy, ARGH!
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~SashaFierce12.0