The Washington Story
Carly's POV
It was a rainy day in Seattle—like always. Freddie and I were waiting upstairs in the iCarly studio for Sam to get here. The show started in five minutes. In my mind, I was hoping I wouldn't have to start the show without her again. I chucked the J-14 magazine I was reading underneath the car prop as Sam ran in. "Sorry, I had to stop at Chili My Bowl. It was Free Bowl Wednesday." Sam told her excuse. Last week it was the long line at Taco Bell and the week before was she got into a fight with the manager of KFC. That didn't matter now; we just had to start the show.
Nessie's POV
"Renesmee, what are you watching?" Dad curiously asked as he spotted me hysterically laughing at the screen of my laptop. "iCarly," I said after I had calmed down.
"Lil' Niece, shut the computer off, we're gonna go play baseball. It's supposed to be a huge one tonight!" Emmett, my loveable but huge uncle, said in excitement. I shut the pc off—you have know idea how hard that was—and spoke up. "I'm gonna be the cheerleader again on the bleachers praying not to get hit." Emmett nodded his head. Ugh, I hated when we got storms because we have to play Vampire Baseball. I was more afraid of getting hit by lightning then the ball more than anything. I sighed and ran up into Alice's room to get my jacket that she had borrowed yesterday; then ran back down as I put it on. "Ok, I'm now officially ready." I said. We all walked out the door—Emmett hovering over me so I wouldn't get that wet. Oh Forks, why do you always have to make it rain? I thought helplessly. I swore I heard Dad snicker. Well, this was going to be a fun night.
Carly's POV
"Great show, girls." Freddie commented after we were clear.
"Aw, thanks Freddie." I replied, blushing a little. Sam ran out to go get a root beer. The chili was probably burning her mouth the whole show. My Pear Phone buzzed off. It was an email—from Uncle Carlisle? Whoa, who would have thought the part of my family that lives closest to me but hasn't talked to us in what seems like centuries would have emailed me. "Spence, come here." I called to my older brother Spencer. "Yes, kiddo? By the way, awesome web show!"
"Do you remember Uncle Carlisle?"
"Uncle Carlisle Cullen; a very young doctor who is extremely handsome who lives in Forks. Yes, it seems that I do. Why?" Spencer just gave me a very nice picture in my mind.
"Oh, well, I just got an email from him and—" Spencer cut me off.
"You got an email from Uncle Carlisle? No way! What's it say?"
"Um, let's see." I scrolled through the letter—reading it to Spencer, Sam and Freddie. It read:
Carly,
It feels like a millennium since we have seen each other. Why don't you, Spencer, Sam and Freddie—Yes, he knew Sam and Freddie, they are considered family to us—come down to see us again. We would be more than overjoyed if you came. Also, you would get meet Edward's new wife, Bella, and Edward's twin sister who had just moved in with us, Renesmee. Anyway, you know are address. Just call for a time and date that's good for Spencer to take you guys down. Oh, and please don't bring Mrs. Benson along with you guys this time. Thank you very much—it will do us all a favor.
Uncle Carlisle
"We should go this weekend!" Sam blurted out.
"Yeah," Freddie agreed with her, "My mom's going to a family reunion and I didn't want to go so I told her I'd spend the weekend with you guys. If I'm with you, it's ok."
"Ok! Then it's settled! I'll call Uncle Carlisle right now!" Spencer said excitedly as he wondered off into his bedroom. I smiled. This was going to be a fun weekend. Although, what type of name was Renesmee?