A/N:
Alright, I've kind of given this whole fan fiction thing a go before, but I've never actually tried with it…or did anything with the wolf pack. I figure it might be something fun to do, eh? Let me know what you think… Experiment: Take 2, lol.
~CRAYOLA 0-0
DISCLAIMER: ALL PUBLICLY RECOGNIZABLE MATERIAL (locations, characters, etc) DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. ORIGINAL CHARACTERS ARE, HOWEVER, ALL MINE, AND I DON'T PLAN ON SHARING!
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Chapter One
(3rd Person)
Well, Christine thought to herself, here we go. She sighed as the taxi driver pulled in front of the reservation and turned around with an apologetic smile.
"Us cabbies aren't really allowed in…" He trailed off and she nodded. This was good, she loved to walk, and it'd be a great chance to get out and get a quick look around at her new home. The downside? She had luggage to carry with her. She decided not to think about that at the moment, reached in her purse, and pulled out her little wallet.
"How much?" She muttered, her brain trying to decide whether or not she should tip him a ten or fifteen dollars.
"Listen, miss, I feel awfully bad about this…how about I charge ya half?" She looked up with raised eyebrows.
"That's too kind," she said, shaking her head. She knew all too well that every penny counted in a tight job like this. She knew cabbies around Forks and La Push couldn't possibly get much business in such small areas.
"At least let me take 25% off," he muttered and she could see he really wanted to help her out, so she nodded.
"Thanks," she said softly. Twenty dollar tip it is. She handed him the money, seventy bucks in total. She slipped out of the cab and unloaded her bags. With her cell phone in hand, she dialed her cousin's number and waited patiently while the phone rang…and rang…and rang. Finally, her dearest cousin answered.
"Christine?" She said breathlessly. The teenager couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Emily, if you know you have company coming, why do you still insist on bagging him!" Christine scolded jokingly with an exasperated tone, she could almost feel and see Emily's bright blush.
"Shush, you. Are you near the rez yet?" Her voice was soft and dainty, nothing like Christine's blunt and often loud tones.
"Em, I'm standing in the middle of nowhere, sinking in this yucky mud, dirtying up my suitcases, and-"
"Sam is on his way," Emily giggled, interrupting her. Christine couldn't help but laugh. She missed Emily. Emily wasn't really her first cousin, it was more like her second cousin. Emily was Christine's mom's cousin and the two were really close until Christine's mom decided to move to Florida and off the rez. Seventeen years later, her legacy would haunt the poor natives and wreak havoc on any calmness she sensed. Christine giggled at her dramatic thoughts, she wouldn't actually torment anyone…perhaps. Within a couple of minutes, a glowing Sam emerged from the bushes, engulfing her in a huge bear hug. Sam was shirtless in low-riding cutoffs. His hug was sweaty and none too pleasant.
"Ugh!" Christine protested, pushing him away with a huge grin. She missed Sam, too. "Hey, I thought only chicks did the glow thing after orgasm?" Sam's eyes widened and he looked down at himself. Sure enough, when he raised his head, he was smiling lazily. "Oh, ugh, God! Just…grab my bags, let's go," she said disgustedly. It was one thing to joke, another to be confirmed. She sighed mentally, this was going to be one hell of a long summer. Sam managed to grab all four of Christine's very large and bulky suitcases and walk without falter. He led the way through the small community, pointing out houses every now and then.
"That," he said, indicating a quaint little shop with a nod of his head, "is Sue Clearwater's shop. You can get just about anything there…"
"Sue…Sue…it sounds familiar?" She questioned, trying hard to remember why the name rang bells.
"Come on, you remember Sue…she was like your second…third…fourth mom," Sam chuckled and Christine giggled loudly. When she lived on the rez as a kid, basically all of the women took it upon themselves to mother and baby her. The difference between Rez Moms and her real mom, though, was that her real mom was stricter than a nun and her Rez Moms were more like the laidback sister/friend moms the lucky teens got on TV. She trusted her Rez Moms with everything she had and held back on nothing…thus the crude humor. When Sam finally turned off the main road and up another slightly narrower dirt road, she recognized the path immediately. She looked at Sam with a quirked eyebrow and he rolled his eyes. "Go ahead," he said trying to sound annoyed, his small smile gave him away, though. Christine squealed and without another word, she sprinted down the dirt path for about two minutes before the little house came into view. The two story house was a pale yellow with a large, lush green lawn and backyard, a white picket fence, and cute little bunches of flowers in the windows. She felt her eyes well with tears of excitement as she unlocked the gate and darted through the lawn, up the wraparound porch's step, and knocked on the door hurriedly. The wooden door flung open and before she could speak, Christine found herself locked in yet another bear hug. This hug, however, was much more welcome. Emily was really short and really petite and Christine felt like a giant next to her. Though Christine was only around 5'3" or so and had a slim, athletic shape, Emily was pole skinny and stood at 4'11". But yet Emily's hug was fierce and tight as she crushed Christine to her. They'd missed each other unbelievably so. Emily planned on giving Christine the best summer of her life here in La Push and that was that. After a few moments of a tight embrace, Emily released her and looked beyond her, a smile playing at her lips. She was staring at Sam as he brought the bags through the yard effortlessly. He passed by and pecked the top of her head and went straight inside. It was an odd match, those two. While Emily wasn't even five feet tall, Sam Uley was 6'4". It was hilarious watching the awkward and yet graceful way they handled each other. Sam didn't go upstairs, instead, he went to the guest room connected to the living room. Emily and Christine went into the living room and immediately sat down together, prepared to talk for a good few hours.
"Are you tired? Jetlagged?" Emily asked, her brow furrowed. Though Emily had missed Christine- a girl she saw as her younger sister- something awful, she wouldn't keep her up while she was exhausted- they could catch up later or tomorrow, for that matter. Christine shook her head vehemently and hugged Emily quickly.
"Not nearly tired enough to pass up catching up!" She squealed, taking in Emily's appearance again. Emily was beautiful. She had dark, tanned skin and a graceful aura about her. Her naturally straight, silky, shiny black hair, flowed around her elbows and she shook it back to get it away from her arms. Emily was awfully skinny but she did have a nice bust and bum- she wasn't completely shapeless. Emily's green eyes were shining with happiness and excitement, the black ring around them only amplifying the twinkle set in them. Her thick, long, black eyelashes brushed her high cheekbones every time she blinked. Christine had always been slightly jealous of Emily's looks. She had it all. The heart-shaped face, the pouty red lips, the perfect hair…everything. But Emily wasn't one to brag about anything and she wasn't the most competitive so she didn't really seem to notice anything off.
"Tell me, how's your mom?" Emily asked, a smile gracing her face and bearing the perfect, shiny white teeth. The only imperfection Emily had were the three, long scars that traced the left side of her face and neck. It only worked to make Christine that much more jealous, as bad as that sounds. For someone to have a scarred up face that bad and yet be able to look like a model…it was incredible. Christine had never thought about it before, but she didn't know where those scars were from.
"She's…good." Christine hesitated, she didn't want Em to know about all of the fights she and her mom had been having. Christine didn't want Em to know that she wasn't sent here…she was kicked out. Her mom was too restricting, too overprotective. She loved her, of course, but her mother was too self-centered. Her mother believed that Christine would make every mistake she had made and, apparently, that was forbidden. An imaginary paradox for her mother to endure.
"That's good! Your dad?"
"He's good." She didn't tell him that her dad had left last year, didn't tell her that she'd wanted to go with him, didn't tell her that it broke her heart to not talk to him. She planned on calling her father every day she was in La Push.
"Yeah? Tell me, what's new? What have I missed…oh, gosh, we have so much to catch up on! It's been…what, seven years?" Emily groaned, pulling at her beautiful hair making Christine laugh. She leaned back on the couch and sighed, palming her face. Where to begin? Emily wasn't going to find out about anything that was forbidden knowledge. Why should she worry about things that Christine didn't even think about? Christine was going to let Emily continue to live happily in oblivion because if she knew that Christine's mother was single and Christine was homeless…well, it would be a problem. She would stress about it daily…hourly! Christine was the type who had enough life experience to know she needed to live in the moment- it was the best thing for her. So that's what she did. She'd worry about the housing situation when the summer was up and she had to "go back to Florida." In actuality, Christine would probably track her father down in New York and live with him there. So, instead of immense details, Emily got an overview and not even a dusting of the harder times Christine had experienced lately. After she was done talking, Christine felt the jetlag hit her…hard. She yawned as Emily sat bouncing in her seat.
"Any boys?" Emily asked with a slight girly giggle making Christine laugh out the huge amount of air she had sucked in.
"No," Christine scowled. "The last boyfriend I had…well, it was a bad relationship. We spent most of it doing things to spite and hurt the other," Christine didn't want to think about that. They'd taken turns cheating, taken turns leaving…she knew she was too young for that bad marriage crap, so she broke up with him and that was that. Three months later, she's in La Push.
"That's terrible," Emily whimpered and Sam was immediately at her side, holding her. Christine fought the urge to fake gag, instead she took the mature route to escape the awkward situation. She stood up, stretched, and yawned loudly.
"I'm gonna go take a nap, okay?" She mumbled sleepily, her eyes already trying to force themselves closed. Emily smiled and waved.
"Hey, there's gonna be a dinner tomorrow to welcome you home," she said, her eyes now gleaming with renewed excitement. Christine groaned, not liking that the attention would be on her for a whole evening. Emily's tinkling laugh filled the room and Sam's chuckle followed it. Christine smiled half-heartedly and headed to the guest room. It was a nice room. The walls were a soft, light blue, the bed sheets navy. There was a quilt made of neutral patches like tans and browns. The hard wood floor was cold against her bare feet as Christine made her way to the bed. She was exhausted and feeling guilty. She knew she could trust Emily with anything. She was just embarrassed and she didn't want Em to freak out like Christine knew she would. Christine also knew this plan would eventually end up backfiring on her, she just had to prepare herself and try not to say "when." Christine sunk onto the king size mattress with a loud groan and cuddled under the covers. She sighed happily and was knocked out before she had the chance to think about what she just did anymore.
When she woke up, it was dark. The room was basically pitch black, save for the moonlight shining through the window next to her bed. She groaned. If the moonlight was that bright, she couldn't imagine what the sunlight would be like in the morning. Lucky for her, it wasn't really ever sunny in La Push. Christine sat up and stretched, yawning. It took her a few minutes to think everything through. She wasn't going to talk about home with Em anymore in order to avoid any situations that call for lies. She hated to lie- period, never mind to her best friend/sister/cousin. Christine headed out of the room and looked around, it was dark all over the house. She decided a nice glass of icy water would be good. As she trekked to the kitchen, she hit her shin on a low coffee table and swore loudly as she hopped around, holding the injured leg up, before toppling over, hitting her head hard on the floor.
"Aw, fuck!" She hissed, getting up and rubbing the various sore spots on her body. She would love to meet someone clumsier than her, just for a day- she knew it would boost her confidence a ton. Right now, she needed that because she felt like a jackass. She got up and made her way to the kitchen slowly and cautiously, careful to avoid anymore accidents. As the icy water made its way down her throat, her eyes began to ache and beg for sleep again. She sighed, washed the cup, and made her way back into her new bedroom. Again, she was asleep within moments.
A/N:
Okay, so, what'd you think? Was it terrible? Awful? Murder on your brain? Tell me, please! I'll never get better if you don't tell me what's wrong. Okay, I'm not really a plot person, but I have some ideas for where I want to take this story. I'm thinking of kind of switching up some of the imprinting rules- is that, like, untouchable? Should I completely drop that idea? It's not really much, just something that makes it a little bit better and happier, you know? Oh, right, also: this is definitely a M-fiction, I won't start it M and switch the rating. The language will turn vile, I'm sure of it, and I'm also pretty sure lemons may make their little guest appearances, but it's really early on and I don't think I have to worry about that for a good while. Anyways. Hit that button and REVIEW!
~CRAYOLA 0-0
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