Chapter One: Moving
Megan P.O.V.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and ran to the front door. I skidded to a halt and put the key in the knob. The door creaked open slowly, revealing a marvelous front room.
"It's raining. Again." Jessica stated.
I turned and faced her. She let her hair down for a moment and put the blue hairbow on her wrist. She gave me a level look with her grey-green eyes and pushed her motorcycle through the front room and into the garage.
Sara came in in a similar way, only with deep brown eyes. She flopped her hair from her eyes and carried her bag up the stairs, where I soon followed.
"Hey Meg!" Sara shouted. "This is SO yours!" She stood at the end of the hall, bag under the window. "Come look" She beckoned.
I ran down and stuck my head in. Pink. The horrible color of pink.
"Very funny." I glared at her and she laughed.
"I'll take it," she said.
"You better. You know Jess and me won't." I turned and opened the next door. Black walls. Black carpet. Dark-wood bed-frame. Black gossimer hangings. Black Quilt. Black Sheets. Black pillow-cases. Black this, black that. Dark wood this, dark wood that.
"Oh My God, I'm in love!" I squealed in a fangirl-ish way.
Jessica came flying out of the door next to mine. "What? Who squealed?" Sara pointed. "Meg, don't ever do that again."
"What's your room look like?" I pushed her over a bit and she gave me a dirty look. I rolled my eyes.
Red. Everything was red, save the silver laptop on the cherry-wood computer desk.
"Your rooms awesome too!" I said lifting my foot to step in.
"Ah, ah, ah! No commy inny!" Jessica said, blocking my path.
"You remember the last time someone got in the way of where I was going and didn't move?" By the look on her face, she did, "And what happened to that person?"
"He stayed in the hospital for three months."
"Yes, yes he did. Please move." she moved right quick.
"There. That wasn't so hard. I just want to see your room. God. Is that a crime?" I looked around. It was identical to mine in every way but color.
"I knew you would like the black." Jess had picked out and furnished the house only a month before.
"Oh yes. It induced a fangirl squeal."
"That you have to promise will never happen again."
"Hey, you never know."
"True, true."
We stood there silent for a moment then I started tickling her. She bust into a fit of giggles and soon she was out of breath on the floor.
"I'm hungry," I stated, pulling her up.
"You're always hungry." She poked my stomach.
I returned the jab and ran down the stairs, and into Sara.
Sara gasped and looked down at me and then gasped again when Jessica ran into me.
"Sorry Sara! Hunger fit!" I ran, leaving her with a confused, yet thoughtful look.
Emmett P.O.V.
"Hey Jazz! My money?" I called out, putting my feet on the table.
Jasper was next to me in a millisecond. "Your money?"
"Yeah. About the game yesterday You know, our bet?"
"I didn't forget, how could I? But your money? You are royally mistaken. You lost the bet."
Edward, my brother-ish, grinned from his casual seat at the end of the couch.
"Now, now boys," Esme, my mother-ish, said from the next room over.
I'll give you something to now, now about. I thought.
Edwards grin got bigger.
"You have school tommorrow boys. Remember what to do in case of trouble?" Carlisle, my father-ish, said from his study.
"Yes Dad," I said lazily flipping the channels of the T.V.
"Emmett, could you try to keep your boredom in check? I could feel it across campus," Jasper said, sitting in a chair across from me.
"I can't help it if my teachers are stupid and dull," I said, stopping on a cooking show.
"You seem to think Miss Garcia is alright." Edward said, throwing a football at me. I caught it then squeezed. the air hissed out.
"She's nice looking, yeah. Not that smart, but nice looking."
"Heard a few new girls were coming to school." Edward said, running his fingers though his bronze hair.
"You say it all non-chalont like," Jasper said sitting back.
"You're losing your country-ness," I said turning the channel to a music station.
Jasper coughed and looked over at me "Sorry, Sir, If my rare use of my 'country-ness' as you say, is slowly slipping away." In his slight irritation he sounded more like the southern man he is.
"Nah, it's cool." I listened to the sound of Carlisle flipping the pages of a book, Esme in the next room with her interior decorating, the music station on T.V. playing something called Ignorance by Paramore.
"She can sing."
Thank you for stating the obvious, Edward. You have made my afternoon," I said, turning the T.V. off. "I'm going for a hunt. Anyone coming with?"