"So. How does Jacob plan to have a bonfire when its pouring outside?" My sister remarked, staring out the window. My sister's name is Julia. She's what you'd call easy. Don't get me wrong, I love her and all, but I just cant count how many guys she's been with. Obviously it was because she's very pretty, her hair was a glossy black, not at all frizzy or unkempt. Her skin had even tan-ish tone. Her face was well sculpted with high cheekbones, full lips, and yadda yadda. But even though we were sisters, we were never really close, we never shared secrets or gossiped or anything like that.
"He doesn't. You honestly think he thinks anything through?" I replied. Julia sighed loudly.
"Man, I was looking forward to it…" She said. I stopped looking forward to the bon fires a long time ago. We had one every week, it was nothing to get excited about. Life in Forks, Washington, wasn't all that bad, but it wasn't great either. Everyday I felt like I was just waiting to die. Some days I felt like I would never get out of that little town and lead the life I wanted. Time just kept ticking by and we were all at it's mercy.
Bored with my sister, I put my favorite rain coat on, It was a navy blue with white stars. The zipper was a nyan cat and the teeth of the zipper was a rainbow. I walked out of the house and into the pouring rain outside. I lived on the Quileute Reservation. It had an abundance of people who shared the same ancestors I had. They say we were descended by wolves…but that was obviously full of crap. I never really understood those old folk tales that Mr. Black would tell us every week since we were young. They always seemed like nonsense to me. There is one thing I did believe though, Mr. Black was probably insane. Or at least I thought he was..
"Hey Ivy!" I heard someone bellow behind me. I turned around to see Embry Call trot up next to me. Shirtless as always…not that I minded…Embry and I weren't necessarily close friends but we were kind of more than acquaintances, I thought. A lot of neutrality in my life it seems. Maybe it was because I never learned how. How to get close friends, I mean. My family never talked. Well, the occasional "How was your day?" Would pop up but other than that nothing. We were so distant that if one of them died, I'd never know. That sounds awful, but that's how it was. Truth hurts.
"Oh hey! What's up?" I asked him. Knowing him, he'd probably say he was hanging out with Quil and Jacob.
"I was just hanging with Quil and Jake." Ding! Ding! Ding! And the winner is…
"Cool. You mind if I join?" I proposed. I'd always try to hang with them. I mean what girl wouldn't love to be around good looking shirtless guys?
"Actually, we just need to borrow one of your dad's wrenches…" Embry said. Alright…fine…I could take a hint.
"Sorry, My dad sold his tools…" I lied. Hahahaha! They weren't getting that wrench now! Revenge. He sighed.
"Thanks anyway, I guess…" and with that, he was gone. Call me ignorant but you cant really say you haven't done anything like it. Strange it seems…It's easy to do bad things, but the consequences can seem to so hard to get through. Yet, to do the right thing is harder and the reward is close to nothing. I took a look at my watch. Dinner was going to be done soon, I started to head home and when I got there…surprise, surprise, silence. Bored, my eyes roamed around the room I've known all my life. Something in particular caught my eye. Our family portrait. We looked so happy. But we're not happy. Not even close. They say a picture is worth a thousand words…but not this one…this one only has one word. Lies. I felt my eyelids get heavier and heavier, soon I hadn't had the strength keep them open any more and I drifted off into sleep.
I was smiling. That's all I knew, for the first time in my life I felt happy, like I belonged. But, I was just sitting there. Smiling like an idiot. Alone.
I felt my eyes open gently from the dream. Uneventful but a good dream, none the less. To be honest, I was a little disappointed it was over. I rubbed my tired eyes and sat up slowly. Trying to avoid the dizziness of getting up too fast. I looked around the living room. Julia was gone…I searched around for a clock. 8 o'clock. Oh darn…I was late…pity…
I did promise Jacob that I would be there. Though I don't think he really meant it. If Quil or Embry had asked me to go, I probably would've just stayed home. But, Jacob was different. There was just something about him that I was drawn to. I mean despite the fact he was good looking. He wasn't perfect, but that's what I liked most about him. He never tried to be flawless. Never tried to be something he's not. I hated to admit it but I loved the idea of a possible romance with Jacob.
Naturally, as a hormonal teenage girl, I smiled at the thought. Reluctantly, I got off the suddenly comfy couch and called out to my dad.
"Hey Dad! Can you drive me to the beach?" Here it was people. The highlight of our relationship. He walked out of his office and grabbed his keys.
"Sure. What time do you want me to pick you up?" He asked casually. Out of everyone in my family, I was closest to my Dad. He was a your usual man's man. His jaw was strong and his eyes were endearing. It was obvious that I got my looks from my dad and Julia got my mom's. Though despite that he was the closest to me, I was never truly at home with him.
We hopped in our old silver pick-up truck and headed out to the party. The ride was silent. It wasn't terribly awkward like rides with my mother had been. It was more of a strange, comforting silence. Once we'd arrived and I had gotten out of the truck, the first thing I'd noticed was a face I hadn't seen before approaching me. The girl was pretty, no doubt. In fact, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Her eyes were a shocking green and they stood out the most. Her face was angled nicely and it really extenuated her well crafted cheek bones. Her hair was the soft color of French Vanilla ice cream, it was almost shoulder length and her fringe made me quickly realize that this chick was a scene queen.
"Hey." She called out as she walked closer to me. As she approached me, I realized that she was a great deal taller than I was. Her body was slender and proportioned nicely. Again I felt rather envious of her.
"Hey. Who are you?" I asked bluntly, feeling my eyebrow rising quizzically. If anything, I got to the point quickly. Her lips formed a slight smile.
" Leslie Reo. I'm what you'd call a foreign exchange student. And you are?" I knew she meant well, but, I've decided that I don't like her much. So…I wasn't going to make her life any easier. However, at the moment, I was curious.
"Ivy Shaw. Where you from?" I questioned "You don't really look like you're from here." I wasn't just saying that either. She looked too high-maintenance to be from Forks. She looked like she caught my drift but she didn't seem bothered at all by it. Of course this only intrigued me more.
"I'm from New York City." She replied with a sad smile, but she quickly rebounded. "I'm guessing you're from around here." What the hell did she think? I'm a freaking Native American girl surrounded by a ton of other Native American people. No wonder I thought she was high maintenance, she's from New York…it was like the trend over there.
"Well, hope you learn fast Princess, otherwise…you wont last long here." That being said. I walked away to roast a marshmallow. I left her baffled. My mission was accomplished. I had a tendency to confuse the hell out of people…even when I hadn't meant to. I don't really know if it's a flaw or virtue.
A couple minutes later, Princess had gotten out a guitar and prepared to "dazzle" us with musical charm. She started the first few chords, in which I recognized was Lucky, by Colbie Calliet and Jason Mraz (sp?). Jacob started singing. My Jacob was singing. With her. I couldn't help but glare at her, its official I hated her. She's stolen the one thing I'd asked for. Could I not have anything? In my immature rage, I threw a marshmallow at her.
12:15 am. I had Julia drive me home. We sat in an awkward hush, listening to music my sister had playing on the radio. Normally, I'd lose myself in the songs but tonight my mind was elsewhere.