A/N So, my sexy oompa loompas. What do ye think of ye olde' new story . . . I'm a weird individual, but I think that's what brings you here. Not the story, but the weird before and after chat in the A/Ns.
Well, I wont keep you much longer my tinkle toed puppy loves.
Enjoy
Chapter 1- The New Girl In Town
1 year later
Kim's POV
I looked around the empty room, making sure nothing was left behind. We were leaving this shit whole behind. An entire year of having to watch the she-bitch and Lord Voldemort play happy couple. I refused to even think their whorish names.
It was a lot harder after Mel moved about 4 months ago. I don't tend to like people so I was alone except for Adrian. Well, not alone, because they were always. There. Kissing. Hugging. Smirking. Well, that was just the she-bitch but still.
I walked downstairs with my duffel bag and hefty carry on and the song Fun House drifted through my mind. Sadly I doubted I could burn the house down, no matter how much I wanted to and how cool it would look.
My brother was downstairs, his silver streak shining in the sunlight coming through the open door. He threw his arm over his shoulder and we walked out to the car together.
"Ready to move on?" He asked with enthusiasm. I knew the feeling. Personally, I had been begging to leave LA since 'the incident', but when my dad said he got a new job and we were moving to Forks I was more than a little sceptical. According to the others, the only interesting thing there was them.
Alas, mother was a driving force that convinced us with her words and tears (and by that I mean she threatened grievous bodily harm). The only plus was that was where all our family was there as well.
We went outside and saw Mom adjusting some final boxes on the back of the rental truck. Her Kia Cadenza had already been driven to La Push on one of dad's many round about trips to set up at work and our new house.
Dad worked in a law firm which meant he was hardly home. He wasn't the best dad but I loved him and he did all he could for us. Mom was an editor for a popular publishing company. When dad said we were moving she suggested setting up a base there.
I know right, cos' La Push has so many young new writers just waiting for a nearby publisher. But she got the grant anyways so that's what she's gonna do.
The drive to the airport was pretty silent considering it was about 6 in the morning and everyone was dog tired. So I did what all the people in the movies do when they're moving. I stared out the window and mentally said goodbye to anything I'd miss and an enthusiastic fuck you to everything I wouldn't.
As we rode away from the airport my band's music blared through the speakers of our our hired car. The Neon Warriors. We'd arrived in Seattle two hours ago and were on our way to La Push. We'd talked about it a lot as a family and Adrian and I had had multiple skype calls with our fellow warriors but only now did I realize what a huge contrast it was from LA.
I mean compared to LA, La Push may have been the difference between a bird and a tyrannosaurus Rex.
There were trees. Everywhere. I mean there were trees in LA . . . somewhere. And it was raining ridiculously hard. I liked rain but only when I was inside watching other people suffer in it. I'm a cruel, cruel person but hey, it's hilarious.
You know what else is funny? Watching someone run for the bus and miss it. (que tears of laughter) Man that shit never gets old.
Stop calling, stop calling
I don't wanna talk anymore.
I left my head and my heart on the dance floor
Stop calling, stop calling . . .
The sound my ringtone brought me out of my bullshit mental rambling. I found the song hilariously ironic, especially if I didn't want to speak to the person who was calling.
"Kim sweetheart, aren't you gonna' answer that?" My mother said with a raised eyebrow.
"Do I have to?" I whined, blowing my hair outta my face. Damn fringe.
"Yes."
I sighed and answered, knowing it wouldn't be worth it to get myself grounded within the first 12 hours of moving countries. I put the phone on speaker when I saw who it was, figuring the conversation would be of some interest to mom and Aidy-ben (what three year old can pronounce Adrian?).
"Hello."
"Hey! Kimster. Are you guys nearly at the house." My mom cringed a little when she heard dad's voice. They were having issues, but I held strong in the belief that true love conquers all (at least when old people are involved, my luck on the subject left much to be desired).
"Oh hey dad. Yeah we're almost there." I turned down the volume on the speakers so we could hear him better.
"Well could you drop by Sam's house. Emily has news for your mother." I could hear the badly hidden excitement in his voice. I looked at mom, then at Adrian, who was silently whistling.
"That sounded like a demand, not a request Mark." She said with stiff lips. I don't know why but I just found fights between my parents comical until things got serious.
Dad let out an aggravated sigh before he spoke. "Rosemary, would you mind stopping by Sam's house?"
"We're on our way sweetheart." she said in a sickly sweet voice.
The phone clicked off without so much as a goodbye.
I saw moms incredulous look and turned the volume up before she could get a rant going. My phone vibrated in my pocket and nearly jumped out of my seat from the sensation. It was from Roxanne one of my crazy soul sisters who lived down here.
R- Hey slut, glad to hear u finally got to La Push and as your best whore I think it's only fair to tell u to keep a look out for the mountains of deliciously sexy eye candy in the area. ;) enjoy kimmy kobra.
I felt a sly smile cross my lips at the thought of hot boys. Oh the sexy, sexy possibilities. And by 'possibilities' I mean staring longingly but being too afraid of commitment to pursue.
K- Thanks for the heads up, mountain climbing sounds like a fun extra curricular activity.
As I put my phone back in my pocket we pulled up at a small two story house. It was a brownish colour on the outside and had small little flower pots in the window. Just as I was about to open the door my mother locked it.
"Kimmy. I know you don't like opening up to people but please keep all sarcastic comments to a minimum, it's been a while since your uncle Sam and aunt Emily have seen you and I don't want them to get the wrong impression about you."
I drew an imaginary halo around my head with my finger and smiled sweetly. She sighed and unlocked the door.
I put my headphones in, preparing to zone out the world and focus on the music. My mom yanked them out before I could press play and gave me a look.
The look.
I sighed and put my ipod in my pocket along with the headphones. Those bitches are so gonna get tangled. What do they do in my pocket? Contortion sex?
When I looked up I my dad and Uncle Sam coming outside to meet us. Mom started to scowl and I bumped her. She manoeuvred her face into a smile but it just looked like she had gas.
I'd seen pictures of my uncle but they never displayed how tall and buff he was... mostly tall. I mean seriously this dude had to be at least 10 ft tall. Plus thank God we weren't related because he was hot for an old guy.
My mom went over and gave him a hug, then quickly moved to my dad's side to rant in his ear about hanging up on her.
"Hi I'm your uncle Sam. I don't think you'd remember me from your last visit." Wow. His voice is deep.
Adrian stepped forward to shake his hand and so did I. Then, we were silent . . . and it got awkward really quickly. We could hear the hushed shouting our parents were doing/ He began to scratch the back of his head nervously and I awkward turtled. He looked at me funny.
"Erm... come on in. I'm sure Emily would love to see you guys now that your all grown up." He turned and we followed him into the house with a silently fuming mom and a broody dad.
As soon as we stepped through the door of their shack, my mother was attacked by a youngish looking woman with three angry, jagged looking lines trailing from the corner of her right eye to the corner of her mouth. I realized with a start that this was my aunt Emily. I was in shock.
The Emily I saw in the pictures wasn't scarred, although you could still see she was still a a total babe like my mom. She definitely had an hour-glass figure.
I was taken out of my thought by the image of my mother and aunt jumping up and down, squealing with excitement . . . my family is very strange.
"Kim." my brother whispered. "I think mom has lost what little sanity she had left."
I smirked at his words, we totally get each other. My dad herded my brother and I to the kitchen, saying something about letting mom catch up and meeting some of uncle Sam's friends. When we got in there, there were 4 men scarfing down what looked like egg and muffins. Sam cleared his throat and they all looked up.
OMG! Im pretty sure I've died and gone to sexy guy heaven. As I stared at the 4 sex machines my composure remained cool, even though on the inside I was having the biggest teenage girl spaz attack known to man.
It looks a lot like a cross between a toddler hopped up on sugar and the pee pee dance.
"Guys" Sam said gesturing to them. They all looked up comically, their faces stuffed with food. Somehow they still looked attractive. "This is Kim and Adrian. Kim, Adrian these are the guys." Sam didn't bother to introduce them.
"Pft. I'm Quil." He stood up came over and shook our hands. Holy shit! I think there's something in the water down here because these dudes are hot. And tall. And really, really hot but I think I mentioned that.
"I'm Embry. Cool hair by the way." I tucked my hair behind my ear self-consciously. This one didn't get up to shake our hands but he did send a little wave.
"I'm Paul." He said as he leant back and tucked his hands behind his head. He sent a wink my way and I tried not to blush.
"I'm Jacob." he seemed depressed for some reason, but that Paul guy just rolled his eyes and nudged him with one of his MASSIVE arms. That thing must was at least 50 stone. Adrian looked at me out of the corner of his eye, telling me that he thought the same. Seriously, we should have been born twins.
At that moment we heard the excited scream of our mother from the other room. By now Adrian and I were sitting at spare seats around the table drinking some orange juice Sam had offered. My father looked at us.
"Well, don't you guys want to go see why your mother is excited."
Adrian and I exchanged a look.
"Nope." We said in unison, popping the 'P'. Everyone in the room chuckled except our father.
"Go. Now." Adrian sighed and got up, where as I was more rebellious than he.
"Kimberly." My dad said menacingly.
"Hey dad did you know the average life span of a dog is 14 to 17 years." Now I just pulled those numbers out of my ass.
"No Kim I didn't because the average lifespan of a dog is 6 to 15 years." he raised his eyebrow at me. Since when did my dad become a vet? I, of course decided to play dumb.
"Well you see Dad, you learn something new everyday. Even at your age." I smiled. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Paul, Quil and Embry trying not to laugh. Sam was blatantly snickering but was trying to hide it behind his glass.
"Kim. Now." Oh shit. I knew that face all to well. That was the 'grounded' face. I stood up and walked into the front room just as their house phone rang.
"I'll get it!" I heard Sam yell from the kitchen. I put a smile on my face and walked over to sit on my mothers lap... What? Don't look at me like that I'm a big baby at heart.
My mum wrapped her arms around me while my brother stuck out his tongue. I did it back. And so started the war. A war that would shape the world and the nature of wars to come.
I'm full of shit.
"Kim your aunt Emily and uncle Sam are getting married." I paused in my war, with my tongue sticking out of my mouth.
"but bi bought bey bere alwedy mawied." I put my tongue back in my mouth and repeated my sentence. "But I thought they were already married." Just as my mum was about to talk uncle Sam walked into the front room, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips.
Aunt Emily stood up and walked over to him. "What's wrong?"
"The band we hired can't show so we need to get a new one."
"B-but Sam the wedding!? It's next week. How can we find one in such short notice."
My mum flashed a look at me before she opened her mouth.
"Kimmy's in a band." I was shocked. But Emily's face stopped my attempt to take back my mothers words. She was glowing.
"Really Kim? You would do that?" I smiled at the hope in her voice, it was kind of hard not to. If it were anyone else it would have brought me joy to destroy her dreams but she was family and all the times we had spoken on the phone over the years had made me fond of her.
"Erm, well I'd have to talk to the others and it's such short notice, you know?." Her face looked like I was slowly murdering her puppy. "But I'm sure it'll be OK." I added with a grimace which either no one noticed or chose to ignore.
She let out a teenage squeal and I couldn't help but smile. I am so gonna embarrass myself, I thought.
When we were leaving Emily gave me a huge hug and kept saying how much of a life saver I was. Fuckin' guilt trip.
I was glaring at my mother the entire ride to our new house. I kept glaring as we unloaded the boxes and suitcases from the back of the truck. Even Adrian joined in, considering he was the drummer for our band.
"Kim you better wipe that look off your face before I do it for you." My mom said as I helped her unpack the living room. I immediately stopped glaring.
"You sold us out mom." Adrian said from the kitchen.
"She's my sister, it's her wedding. What was I supposed to do? Besides, I know my children. You would have offered anyway." She said before she went back to handing up pictures.
I didn't say anything because I knew she was right, but that wasn't the point. But I wasn't one to hold a grudge so I left it there and helped Adrian and Mom unpack the kitchen. Dad was getting the boxes into the right rooms so everything was easier to unpack later.
Two hours later I crawled up to my room, exhausted. We had finished the kitchen and most of the living room. I almost cried when I saw my room. Why do I have so much crap?, I thought as I moved boxes around so I could get my dresser, desk and wardrobe where I wanted them.
This was gonna be a long fuckin' night. I started with my clothes, since they were the easiest to unpack. Unfortunately like when I'm tiding my room I get distracted by all the cool shit I find and it took me over two hours to finish.
Ce la vie. I think it's the French equivalent for 'oh well'. I'm not French so I wouldn't know.
Before I crashed, I decided to email the girls quickly and get it over with . . . if I could find my GD laptop in the bomb site that is my room. For some reason, I found it in my wardrobe.
Guess who's back?
Back again.
Kimmy's back.
Tell a friend.
Hey bitches, I'm in the mofo country. Did you whores miss me?
Anywho my mom kinda said we could play at my Aunts wedding and I was wondering if it would be too hard for us to get ready for the 8th of July to play? hehe. I know we've never played in a wedding before but it can't be too hard. It would mean so much to me (que pout).
Laterz.
Now I just have to hope they say no, I thought as I tucked myself into my sleeping bag and fell asleep because fuck moving everything on my bed. To be truthfully honest I'm not even 100% sure where my bed is at the moment.
A/N Yay, another chapter done and dusted. Comment, Subscribe and follow. Banner and Characters are where they always are; on my profile hoping you'll drop by and give their sexy faces a look. TTFN.
