Do you remember our first quarrel?
Kate'sPOV
It took him about ten seconds to get the door open. When he got inside I couldn't help but to continue examining his physique from where I left of. The first thing I noticed when he came in was his smell. It was a very outdoorsy scent: he smelled like a blend of freshly cut grass, pine and just a small hint of tobacco. I then examined his face a little closer. He had a couple of little scars just like Jasper, I wonder if he was in a war or something. His face looked like it was trying it's hardest to remain composed as opposed to burst out in laughter for an unknown reason. His lips were rather thin and his thick eyebrows where the exact same color as his hair.
He looked a little lost: his big red eyes examined the room in a very quick and nervous way. He grabbed the biggest book he saw, set down next to me and started to read. I examined his choice of literature and found out that it was the latest edition of: "The New Merriam-Webster Dictionary". I tried my best to subdue the roaring laughter in my head and stop it from showing on my face. I managed to muffle the sounds of my reaction but I couldn't help the smile that crept its way across my face. The beautiful stranger must have noticed that his book choice surprised me because he quickly put it away on the coffee-table that was situated just in front of us. I looked at him in surprise and said: "I see the Dictionary doesn't suit your taste in literature." He showed me his crooked smile and said "Yeah, I guess I'm not exactly the smart sophisticated type." His words seemed to upset him in some way: his eyes lost their happy-go-lucky glow, so I decided to change the topic. "Um…my name's Kate." The beautiful stranger's expression light up, he looked at me with something like hope mixed with happiness in his strangely mesmerizing eyes. I never thought that my name had such a huge impact on the people who surrounded me. "I'm Garrett, it's a pleasure to meet you Kate", was the answer that I received from the fascinating man next to me. His voice was a little rough and husky, it didn't have the usual sweetness that most vampires' voices did, but it still had a seductive ring to it. He then got his nervous façade back in place and asked me: "Is it ok if I call you Katie?" The question took me by surprise, was this why the giant next to me was so nervous around me? He just wanted to find me a girly nickname? The idea made me smile, a huge vampire was afraid of me because I wouldn't like the name he choose for me. I answered him while still wearing my smile: "I don't mind as long as it won't damage my reputation as the top fighter of the Denali coven." This piece of information took him by surprise: "You are the top combat vampire of the Denali coven? I don't believe it." as soon as he said those words he seemed to regret them. I stood up and tried to compose the scariest facial expression I could: "And why exactly is that so hard to believe? Is it because I'm a woman, or is it because I happen to be smaller than an elephant? Well, which is it?" I don't think my little performance had much of an impact on him since even when I stood up he still seemed taller than me. Garrett looked at me with a worried glance and answered me with a tone that seemed to show a little bit of fear: "Of course not, it's just that you seem so…umm how should I put it?...delicate." The comment set me off: "Well I'm sorry if I don't exactly match up to your standards!" I was so mad. I got up and left for a walk in the forest surrounding the Cullen house to calm down a little.
Once I got there I decided to take out my anger on a huge boulder that was about a couple of miles away from where all the guests were. I charged my hands with as much electricity as I could and started punching the hard mass with my fists. After a couple of blows, the gigantic rock was reduced to nothing more than a small pile of dust and rubble. "Wow, ok now I believe that you are the strongest Denali vampire." I turned around to see the person who uttered those words and to my little surprise I saw Garrett. "Great now you're following me. Why did you come, can't you take a hint and leave me alone, or are you too big and stupid to realize that?" He looked at me with a pained expression as if he was the one who just received my powerful blows instead of the boulder. I immediately regretted what I said to him. I don't know why his emotions and comments had such a huge effect on me. It's not the first time someone judged me by my appearance, so why did it bother me so much when he said it? "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that, it's just that…it's very annoying when people decide what I'm capable of by simply looking at me." The apology came out of my mouth automatically. I didn't even have time to register what I said before the words poured out of me just like rain drops falling from the sky. "No, its ok, I deserved it anyway." Once again the sheepish grin crept back to his face as he accepted my apology. On most faces such a smile would have been ridiculous but it made Garrett look even more handsome (if that were possible).
"I know I'm kind of…how shall I say it? ...I suck with women…but if you'll give me a chance, then I'm sure I can make it up to you somehow." I looked at him for what seemed like decades without blinking, my mind was trying to process his words while replaying them over and over in my head, just like a broken record. I smiled at him not sure of what to say. After a short internal debate my answer was a short: "Ok, but you're not allowed to call me Katie. If you do I'll punch you and call you Garry. Do we have a deal?" The new nickname had its desired effect: his face looked like he just bit an onion and his answer was a short: "Yes ma'am". We continued our walk discussing little Renesmee's situation and what our plan of action should be.
Garret's POV
It took me what seemed to be an eternity to get myself inside the room occupied by the beautiful blonde. I wasn't sure why it took me so long. Maybe I was scared that once I got to the other side of the door, I'll look inside the room and find it empty: proof that the stunning beauty was nothing more than the product of my imagination and loneliness. I then remembered Tanya's words: "She's upstairs reading a book in the main library; she went there about five minutes ago". So I wasn't hallucinating about the unknown demoiselle from the window. I assembled all my self confidence and got inside the room.
It was a huge space covered in books, coffee-tables, chairs and cozy loveseats. I looked around the room trying to come up with a conversation starter. I saw the beautiful blonde reading a huge book in a loveseat next to a huge French-window. "Ok, she likes books. That must mean she likes classy sophisticated guys. I know! I'll just impress her by picking out the biggest book and reading it. Yeah, she'll be so amazed I'm sure we'll start talking in no time". Ideas were swirling in my mind like a hurricane, they all seemed pretty good, but confusing at the same time. I saw a fat book with a nice purple cover. I took it without second thoughts. I walked over to the occupied loveseat and began my study of the unknown piece of literature. "Ok…let's see what I got…The new Merriam-Webster Dictionary is the seventh in the line of Merriam-Webster hardcover editions… Hmm, must be an author note or something, I'll just skip a few pages…Aardvark: a nocturnal burrowing mammal of the grasslands of Africa that feeds on termites; sole extant representative of the order Tubulidentata… Wait, what?! What is this?! Oh my god, I took a dictionary! Ok, there's no need to panic, I'll just stare at it for a few minutes and then change it for another book. Yeah that's it, she won't notice a thing. Nothing is lost; I still have a chance to woo her". A light giggle interrupted my chain of thoughts. I looked over at the person next to me realizing that she already noticed my mistake and that any attempt at a save would be rather pathetic. I put the book away on the nearest coffee-table. She noticed my gesture and said: "I see the Dictionary doesn't suit your taste in literature". Her words gave me an excuse to look at her and examine her a little closer. She looked even more beautiful close up. Her face was nearly flawless: full deep pink lips, thin eyebrows, big round eyes, high cheekbones. Her stunning facial features were framed by her long straight hair and her fringe stopped just before the peak of her eyebrows. The only thing that stopped her from reaching her full potential of a beauty queen was the slight roundness of her face, but I didn't mind, in fact, I found it rather cute. Her smile was even more mesmerizing than the one she showed me before.
After I finished memorizing the delicate lines of her face, I replayed her last comment in my head. Her voice was sweeter than any melody I ever heard. After a while the meaning of her words sunk in. I got lost once again. I wanted to say something funny to make her smile or even laugh, but all I managed was my stupid boyish grin followed by a: "Yeah, I guess I'm not exactly the smart sophisticated type." Oh crap, what did I just say?! I just killed the only chance I had at seeming the slightest bit attractive to the girl next to me. Great now what am I going to do? I'm such a looser. "Um…my name's Kate." That one sentence eliminated all my negative thoughts. She told me her name! I was so happy. I didn't spend that much time pondering on what answer I should give her, I pulled out the most sophisticated introduction I could think of and said: "I'm Garrett, it's a pleasure to meet you Kate".
"Kate…what a beautiful name…but somehow it doesn't suit her fragile appearance… I think Katie would do the job. Yeah, I'm going to call her Katie…Wait, what if she doesn't like it?" Those couple of thoughts/ideas just killed my lucky streak. I looked at her with what I thought was a loving expression and before I could stop myself I asked her: "Is it ok if I call you Katie?" The question seemed to startle her in some way. She looked a little confused and surprised by my demand. I couldn't blame her; it's not every day that a complete random stranger asks you if he could call you Katie. It took her about ten seconds to answer me. She looked at me and with a smile she said: "I don't mind as long as it won't damage my reputation as the top fighter of the Denali coven." Her declaration astonished me. She's the top fighter?! But she looked so fragile and helpless compared to the rest of her family. What does she do? Distract the enemy with her cuteness while the rest of her coven finishes them off? I couldn't help myself to stop me from saying the next two sentences: "You are the top combat vampire of the Denali coven? I don't believe it." Although I did regret my words as soon as I said them, it didn't change the fact that I honestly meant them. I though that if she had some sort of an advantage in a fight it would be some type of a healing ability or something like Bella's immunity towards psychic attacks. I never thought that she was the one doing the punching and kicking. Once again my stupid mouth killed my perfect chance at a perfect dialogue with Katie. She stood up, gave me a glare that would apply to the phrase:"If looks could kill" and all of a sudden, the atmosphere surrounding us became charged with electricity (not the good kind). "And why exactly is that so hard to believe? Is it because I'm a woman, or is it because I happen to be smaller than an elephant? Well, which is it?" was the next thing I heard from my pale blonde beauty. There was no point in lying my way out of this one. I decided I'll be honest with her; maybe she likes the honest type. I tried to think of the nicest way possible to tell her why I found that fact impossible. My explanation was rather disappointing, even to me. All I managed to phrase was: "Of course not, it's just that you seem so…umm how should I put it?...delicate." She let out an annoyed hiss and told me: "Well I'm sorry if I don't exactly match up to your standards!"
Next thing I noticed, I was all alone in the library room. I ran downstairs and caught Edward: "You can read minds right?" "Yes" was the answer I received from the bronze haired vampire. "I need you to tell me where Katie is and if her mood is improving". Edward concentrated and let his senses search for the person I demanded to see. It took him about thirty seconds before he answered my demand: "Follow the southern trail, after two and a half miles you'll see a huge boulder, or what's left of it anyway. Kate's mood has slightly improved, but I wouldn't touch her if I where you."
I thanked the mind reader and left in my search for Katie. It wasn't too hard for me to find her. Her sweet scent intoxicated her trail. It was a delicious blend of peaches, lavender and just a small hint of strawberries. I understood what Edward meant by: "You'll find a huge boulder or what's left of it". I saw my beautiful demoiselle standing next to a small pile of dust and rubble. I almost felt sorry for the huge rock since it was my fault that it lost its voluminous shape. I was rather impressed that such small and delicate looking hands could cause so much damage. "Wow, ok now I believe that you are the strongest Denali vampire." She turned around and looked at me with an annoyed expression: "Great now you're following me. Why did you come, can't you take a hint and leave me alone, or are you too big and stupid to realize that?" Her words stung more than I was willing to admit. She noticed my expression and apologized: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that, it's just that…it's very annoying when people decide what I'm capable of by simply looking at me." Her apology was short and sweet. It was more than I needed to hear. She liked me and I was certain of it! "No, its ok, I deserved it anyway" was my answer. Once again the sheepish grin crept its way back to my face as I accepted her apology. I wanted to make things right with her so I tried coming up with a sentence that'll make me irresistible to her eyes. Once again my fantastic mind blew me away with its originality: "I know I'm kind of…how shall I say it? ...I suck with women…but if you'll give me a chance, then I'm sure I can make it up to you somehow." It looked like she was in deep thought. She stared at me for thirty seconds without seeing anything until she said: "Ok, but you're not allowed to call me Katie. If you do I'll punch you and call you Garry. Do we have a deal?" No one could resist such a threat. In my opinion, "Garry" is one of the worst names that ever existed on this planet. I suppose it'll just take some time until Katie will get used to her nickname, so in the mean time all I could do is agree: "Yes ma'am".
We decided to take a walk around the forest. We discussed little Renesmee's situation and I was rather happy to talk about anything as long as it was with my Katie.
End of chapter two.
