ANote: Ugh, this chapter feels so slow to me (again). But I can't find any way to get around it, so please, just hang in there. The next chapter picks up the story. Promise.
"Shit!" I whispered, dropping the sheet of sandpaper that had been devouring my finger pads for the past few hours. Blood began to well up on the tips and I slid to the floor, leaning back against the semi-smooth cupboards.
"Aidyn? Is everything alright in here?" I saw Ron peek around the corner, a screwdriver in one hand and the back of Tommy's shirt in the other; Tommy still wearing it.
"Oh, yeah." I stuck my torn fingers in my mouth, grinning around them. "I'm doing just great. Hows it going in there?"
"Sparky here decided to redo the electric in the living room." He held up the screwdriver and wiggled it slightly. After a closer look I realized the tip was blackened, as if someone had purposely stuck it in, well, an electrical outlet.
"Mm. That explains the power flash earlier." I muttered, shaking my hand.
"Dad, let me go." Tommy muttered, knocking Ron's hand away from him and adjusting his clothes.
"No more, Tom. I mean it this time."
"Yeah, yeah." Tommy rocked back and forth on his heels, looking at the front door hopefully.
I snorted and picked up the sandpaper, pulling myself to my feet with a little help from the counter behind me. I looked between my father and younger brother, blinking in surprise. No matter how many times I saw them together, the likeness between them always shocked me.
My father was tall and lean, a slight belly peeked through his shirt, the only thing betraying his age besides the gray peeking through the jet black hair on his head. His dark skin clashed with the plaid shirt he had put on this morning, but lit up his dancing brown eyes. Tommy was the much younger, much skinnier version of Ron. His skin was also a few shades lighter, due to our mother being full Bulgarian.
"Seth's here!" Tommy suddenly said, startling me.
"That kid will be the death of us." Ron said, tossing the screwdriver onto the counter and walking to the door to greet Tommy's long time friend. "Seth Clearwater!" he boomed, throwing out his arms in mock surprise. "What has your mother been feeding you? Growth supplements?"
"No, sir. All that fresh air finally got to me." The voice that answered, Seth, was just as loud and almost as deep as Ron's.
I leaned around Tommy to look at Seth, and realized I was looking at his ribcage, right where I expected his head to be. I let my eyes travel up his torso before gasping quietly to myself. Seth had gotten i huge i/ .
After his quick reunion between Tommy and Ron he turned to me, an overly-interested grin stuck on his face. "Hey there, Aidyn. Been good?"
I snorted quietly. "Good." I confirmed, shaking my head and returning to my task. "Suave," My hands shook as the sandpaper caught along the grains of wood. "Really suave, Seth." He had changed so much in the three years since I'd been in Forks, it scared me. My stomach sank when I realized who he reminded me of.
"We're leaving for the Clearwater's place. Any desire to go, Adie?" Ron asked, pausing at the door for my decision.
"No." I shook my head and ducked past the group of men, heading towards the first bedroom in the tiny hallway. "I think I'll just take a nap, relax. I'm still not used to the time change." I shrugged in apology, not bothering to look back as I kicked the door shut.
"Whats her problem? PMS?" Tommy asked before the dull thump that followed signified Ron swatting him on the back of his head.
Seth giggled wildly, sounding more like the fifteen-year-old he truly was, not the full-grown man that had shown up at our door not five minutes ago.
"Not another word. Shes probably just shocked Seth turned into a giant overnight." Ron said, locking the door behind him.
"Dad, you don't have to lock the doors here, it's not like we're still in Jersey."
"Maybe shes just overcome with the fact I've gotten so goo looking." Seth declared, his voice trailing off as they loaded into the trailblazer.
I laid down on the bed Ron had put together last night, inhaling deeply through my nose. Don't panic. I told myself, kicking off my sneakers and pulling the duvet around me. I don't know how much time had passed until I finally fell asleep, slipping into the dreamless bliss that I hadn't had for months.
AN: So... I've decided this sucks so much, I have to write the next chapter, just to maintain that I will not be disgusted with myself for writing this.