A/N: Yeah, this one is kind of short. And doesn't have much dialogue... Sorry! I was half asleep, writing on my phone, and desperate for reviews.
"Bye, Mom!" Both me and Amanda cried, hugging our mother for the last time for at least a year. We were at the airport in Nashville, and we were about to board our flight to Seattle. Mom and Dad's flight left 15 minutes after ours.
"Last call for Flight 218 to Seattle." A woman's voice called over the sound system, signaling us to say our last good-byes. I hugged Mom one last time, while Amanda hugged Dad, and we swapped. Amanda turned around, grabbed our carry-on bags, and linked her arm through mine. She pulled me away from our parents, and I stumbled backwards, being pulled along at a steady pace, while trying to snag our purses off the chair next to me.
I finally got my bearings when we reached the terminal, and handed the man behind the counter our tickets.
We walked, arm in arm, onto the plane. When we found our seats, we let out the customary 'thank God' breath, for there was no large, flatulent man sitting in the aisle seat next to our window and middle seats.
We sat down, and got ourselves comfortable, chattering away like the teenage girls we were. When the plane started moving on to the runway, there still was no one sitting in the aisle seat. This just might, OK, probably will come in handy if one of us pulls a klutzilla, and spills our drinks, knock on wood. I thought.
Great, Kass! Thank you! You probably just jinxed me! If I do spill anything, I am spilling it on you. Amanda screamed at me through our mind link. At that time, the stewardess moved into the aisle in the front of the plane, and started the safety speech, you know, the 'the exits are here, here, and here, blah blah blah' speech.
I took that as my cue to zone out, and dug my iPod out of my very big, very crowded purse. I set it on my favorite playlist, the Mermaid Melody Pichi Pichi Pitch soundtrack. The first song was "Legend of Mermaid," and I softly sung along, my Japanese perfect. I shut my eyes tight, wishing that the take-off would be quick, without turbulence. My singing got louder as i got even more terrified when we had a slightly rocky take-off.
I calmed instantly when my sister put her hand on my shoulder, signaling to me that the take-off was over. After that, the flight was completely uneventful, me drifting to sleep a half-hour into the flight.
I woke with a start to the slight feeling that we were descending. 15 minutes later, we were in the airport in Seattle, walking to the terminal that would lead us to the second leg of our joint flight.
After another 45 minute flight from Seattle to Port Angeles, Charlie picked us up in the police cruiser. To us, he was Uncle Charlie, but to the rest of Forks, he was Police Chief Swan. An hour of awkward silence later, we were at the house. Running as fast as we could towing our luggage behind us, we made a dash for the house. We ended up using our molding power to make the torrent of rain cascade around us, not a single drop of liquid touching us.
Charlie left us alone to unpack in the rooms that had been ours when we came up for the summers with our cousin Bella. Bella Swan was Charlie's daughter. And, so far, she was the only one to know about our mermaidness.
Our rooms were right next to each other, Bella's, mine, then Amanda's. Between Amanda's and mine, there was a large space created between our closets. And in both closets, there was a small door leading into the space. Our mom being reletively rich, we each had plenty of money to redecorate our rooms, and in this small room, we had put a daybed, used as a couch, a 27-inch plasma screen TV, and a hell of a lot of DVDs. Strangely enough, Charlie never knew about the extra room in his house. The only ones to know about this room were Amanda, Bella and I.
Mom also gave Charlie the money to renovate his house, adding a new bathroom for the now teenage girls. Our bathroom had a Jacuzzi tub, and a separate stand-up shower. Oh, and a lot of hand sanitizer, you know, the fact that two out of the three girls that use that bathroom can't touch water without some tail poppage.
Amanda's room was almost compleatly lime green. The walls were covered with floor to celing bookshelves. And she had a state-of-the-art computer. My room was mostly blue and purple, with a window seat that was framed by bookshelves full of novels and lots of manga. And the state-of-the-art computer.
The next day, after our expansive wardrobes had been either hung up in our closets or folded into drawers, we walked downstairs to see not only Charlie, but also two people that I didn't immediately recognise, but that might have been because it was only 5:30 AM.
But my confusion didn't last long. Charlie cleared that up. "Kassie, Amanda, you both remember Billy and Jacob Black."
A/N2: NOW PUSH THE PRETTY LITTLE PURPLE BUTTON!! Pwease? gives worlds best puppy-dog face. Ok and please at least two reviews this time?
