You know that little bit of time between New Moon and Eclipse? that's when Jared goes back to school in this story. Thanks for the favourites and follows :D
Kim's POV
"Come on, Tiny-Tot, time to wake up" I say as I gently shake her shoulders. "Come on, you're going to go see Claire today. Remember?"
"I don't want to" she moans, rolling over in bed.
"Don't you want to go play with Claire, you could take those cookies you made" I tell her. "It'll be fun, I promise."
"Can I have chocolate for breakfast?" she asks, peeking up at me.
"Yes" I nod, laughing. "Now come on. I want you to pick out your clothes and a few toys that you want to take. I'll get your breakfast, then you'll have a wash and then you can go. Okay?"
"Okay" she nods, pulling herself out of bed and over to the dresser.
I leave Tilly's bedroom and go down the hall, through the living room and into the kitchen. I reach up to the cupboard and pull out the special cereal, Coco Shreddies. I tip some cereal into a bowl, then adding a quarter of a bowl of milk. I put the bowl on the table and call Tilly in. after sitting her at the table and telling her to eat her breakfast nicely, I leave and go into the bathroom.
I put the plug in the bathtub, turning on the hot and cold water. I leave the water to run and go next door into Tilly's room. What the?! I take out her favourite princess bag and lay it on the bed before looking over the clothes. Shaking my head, I take the brown bottoms and change them for a pair of jeans that would match her princess top. I pack three of the seven toys she has laid out. I leave the bag at the end of the bed, grab a towel from the top of her wardrobe and go back to the bathroom.
I shut the water off, putting the towel on the closed toilet lid. I go back to the kitchen and take the bowl from Tilly, who just sits there looking bored. After putting it in the sink, I pick my sister up and take her to the bathroom. I give her a bath using her favourite strawberry shampoo and my vanilla body wash.
I pull the plug, letting her sit in the draining water till its nearly all gone. I make her stand up, wrapping the towel around her, picking her up and carrying her back to the room. I help her dry off before telling her to get herself dressed. I take the towel and putting it in the laundry basket in the bathroom, along with her dirty clothes.
As I walk to the kitchen, I shout to let her know we can go when she's dressed. I quickly wash up her bowl and the plate I used for dinner last night, drying them and putting them away. Tilly comes running in, her coat on, her bag on her shoulders and her dolly in her hand. I leave my tea towel on the kitchen counter and walk to the hall. I take my black coat off the coat peg and pull it on, pulling my hair from inside the collar out.
"Have you got everything?" I ask, doing the buttons of my coat up.
"Yep" she replies. "Can I take Dolly?"
"Of course" I smile. "Oh! The cookies! Wait here."
I jog back into the kitchen and grab the box that I had prepared earlier. I grab the keys off of the living room table as I pass through, tucking them into my pocket as I go back to the hall. Taking Tilly's hand, I step out of the front door. The doors clicks as it closes, the use of an automatic lock.
We take a right at the end of the drive, walking down the deserted road. Its only nine-thirty, most people are still asleep. When I spoke to Emily, Claire's aunt, yesterday morning, she asked if we could make it for ten. I didn't see a problem with that. I'm normally up early so it makes no difference to me and Tilly's normally up at ten. She can deal with losing thirty minutes.
We walk down the road towards Emily's, the only things around us being trees. Tilly skips in front, keeping closer to the tree line than to the road; just like I told her. She talks to Dolly, laughing at what her toy 'says'. I love watching her play, having a childhood I never had. In a way, she's so my much luckier than I was.
My parents are always away on business, doing something or another and barely ever coming home. I used to have a nanny, someone who made me dinner, put me to bed at night and took me to school. When Tilly turned five, they found no need for her. I could take her to school in the morning and pick her up at night, way use the extra money on a nanny? Tilly misses nanny Turner but not our parents, they haven't been around long enough to be missed.
I guess that doesn't really show why she's lucky. Nanny Turner wasn't the best, far from it. She was mean and only done the bare minimal. That's why she's lucky to have me, I care about her; I want to make sure she's happy. Turner didn't care. Why should she?
As we round a turning, a house comes into view. Tucked into some trees is a little house, seeming magical and enchanting. On the small porch, Claire is running round while being watched by Emily and another person, a guy. I recognise him from school, Quil. What's he doing here?
"Tilly!" Claire squeals, running off the steps and towards my sister.
"Claire!" Tilly giggle, running to meet her friend.
"Morning" Emily smiles, standing up and walking to me.
"Hi" I say, returning her hug. "How are you?"
"I'm good thank you" she nods before turning to Quil, "Go get Jared."
"Jared's here?" I ask, surprise obvious in my voice.
"Yes, he's always here" she replies. "He's good friends with Sam, my fiancée."
"Oh" I say.
"Kimmy!" Jared voice is laced with a smile and I watch as he jumps the steps on his way to us.
"Hey" I smile, feeling my cheeks redden.
If its possible, he looks even better than he did yesterday. At school he normally wears a pair of jeans and some long-sleeved shirt, not today though. He's wearing cut-off shorts, showing off his long legs. He also wears a sleeveless shirt, showing his muscled arms and a tattoo on his top right arm. Hot.
"Are you ready to go?" he ask as he approaches.
"Yeah" I nod, my stomach swarming with butterflies.
"Great" he smiles. "We can take the truck back."
"Okay, sure" I hand Emily the box of cookies. "Tilly wanted to give you some of these. She made cookies at school..."
"Oh, that's so sweet. Thank you" she takes them from me happily. "We can have them for a snack later."
"Okay, well, I'll come back later. Call me if you need me" I wave. "And Tilly, behave or I mean it – no TV or anything for a week."
"Bye" she waves, running into the house with Claire.
I walk to the truck where Jared is waiting, holding the door open for me. My cheeks heat up even more as I climb in and buckle up. I mumble out a 'thanks' as he shuts the door. He jogs to the drivers sight, hopping in with ease. He turns the engine on and backs out of the driveway, turning around and driving down the road. After five minutes of comfortable silence, we arrive at my house.
We get out of the car and walk towards my house. I take the keys out of my pocket, selecting the the the circled end one. I put it in the lock at twist, pushing the door open. I step to the side as I take my coat off, allowing Jared to step into the house.
"Do you want a drink?" I ask as I lead him through to the kitchen, dropping my keys on living room table as I pass.
"No, I'm fine thank" he replies.
"Okay" I nod. "Well, how do you want to do this?"
"What needs doing?" he asks.
"The fence needs a new coat of paint, the lawn needs cutting, the house needs to be cleaned and I need to prepare dinner" I tell him, counting them off on my fingers.
"Alright, I'll take the fence and lawn and you beginning on the cleaning" he says, starting to back out. "The stuffs in the garage right?"
"Yeah" I nod. "And Jared?! Thanks, for the help and stuff."
"Any time mea Regina" he grins.
"What does that mean?" I call after him.
I hear his laughter as he leaves, realising I'm not even going to get a reply. Sighing, I go to the bathroom, deciding to start with the laundry first. I pick up the basket, caring into the little laundry room at the back of the house. I separate the whites from the colours, putting the colours in first. I then go back into the house and into the living room. Lets go.
I grab a large plastic bag and carry it around with me, putting all of Tilly's toys in it. I leave that bag on the sofa and go get a black trash bag. I pick us loose sweet wrappers and broken parts of toys, throwing them in the bag. I leave that bag near the bin in the kitchen, ready to be taken out when I'm done. I then take Tilly's toy bag and drop it in her room before going back to the living room and putting the different object laying around around. When that's done, I take the hovers and go over everything; making sure there's not a hair anywhere before mopping the floors.
I move on to the bathroom after. I empty the little big, scrub the surfaces and clean the floors. Next is Tilly's room. I put away her toys, make her bed and hover the carpet. My room. As soon as you enter my room you are met with the bed, with only a thin walkway on the other side as well. That's what I get for wanting a double bed. Above my bed are pictures of friends, family and our old dog who died a few years back. At the end of the bed is a little white trunk that doubles for a seat when I keep all my important belongings. Opposite my bed is my small wardrobe with all my clothes crammed inside.
I open the windows to let fresh air inside and also change the bed sheets. I put the homework that was sitting at the end of my bed in the trunk before hovering the floors, closing the door as I exit. I don't go in my parents bedroom, their never here long enough to make it messy. I quickly mop the hall floors and I back up to the front room. I take the mop into the kitchen, ready to leave it near the back door.
"Your finished?" I ask Jared as I walk in, seeing him sit at the table. "That was quick."
"Its been two hours Kimmy" he laughs, watching as I put the bucket down.
"I knew that" I tell him. "I was just testing you."
I pull out my phone from my pocket as I walk to the fridge, scrolling to find my moms contact info. When I find it, I send her a text. I'm having a friend over for dinner as well. He's been really helpful today and it would only be polite. Dinner will be ready for four. I pull of the chicken and vegetables and put them on the kitchen counter.
"Jared, do you... do you want to stay for dinner?" I ask. "I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to... but you can...if you want..."
"Yeah" he grins, standing up and coming over to hug me.
Jared Cameron is hugging me! Oh my God! Though its a shock, it feels so right as his arms rest around my waist. I feel my arms moving of their own decision, going around his neck. I hug him back and feel him bury his nose in my neck. His arms around me tighten as he holds me too him, breathing the scent of my neck in. We stay like this for about five minutes, just holding each other before I ruin it.
"Jared, I have to make dinner" I say softly into his ear.
He kisses my neck before releasing me with a heavy sigh. "Can't we just get take out? I would prefer to hug you."
"No, we can't" I chuckle, my cheeks blazing. "Now come on, don't be a baby. Peal those carrots and potatoes."
"Yes ma'am" he smiles, mock saluting me.
As he gets to work on the vegetables, I begin reading the chicken for roasting. When its in the oven, I start to cut up the vegetables and put them in a pan. I put the pan onto the hob and switched it on. Okay, now to clean the kitchen. I usher Jared into the living room where I chuck him the remote for the TV. I clean the kitchen sides, set the table for later and then quickly cleaned the floor. Done.
"And I said, do I look like I care?!" my mothers laughter filled the kitchen.
"So right" my moms friend laughs, her high voice ringing through the room.
"Kimelle, pass me carrots please" mom says, holding her hand out for the bowl. I pass them over and she loads her plate, not even offering a 'thanks'.
"That was a good meal Kimelle" my father says, nodding in approval.
"Thank you" I smile.
"Your a great cook" Jared smiles at me, causing me to blush.
"Thanks" I mumble.
"The peas were a little hard" dads friend comments.
"I didn't think so, mine were nice" Jared disagrees.
I take his hand under the table, squeezing it and hoping he'll understand. You don't answer back to my parents or their friends. No one talks after, just keeps quite as mom finishes her carrots. After five minutes, they stand up and walk into the living room; my father staying behind to tell me to clean up before following his wife.
I collect the plates, scarping the left over food into the trash bag before putting the plates in the sink. I turn the water on, squirting washing up liquid in. While the sink fills, I take a cloth and wipe down the table. I go back to the sink and begin to wash the plates while Jared sits at the table talking to Tilly.
"You shouldn't let them talk to you like that" Jared says, suddenly appearing behind me.
"Well, what could I say? Their my parents Jared, I can't say no" I sigh.
"They should treat you like a maid though" he tells me. He sighs before picking up a tea towel. "You wash and I'll dry."
And that's what we do. I wash, he dries and then little Tilly helps put the things away. After this I get Tilly ready for bed, helping her brush her teeth and change into her pyjamas. She says goodnight to our parents, who hardly take notice, and to their friends who barely manage a 'night'. She hugs Jared and I watch as he kisses the top of her head, smiling at her softly. I tuck her in and then we go back to my room.
"Kimelle, we're leaving" my dad says, poking his head round the door.
"Okay" I say, jumping up to kiss his cheek. "Bye."
"Bye" he turns and walks down the hall.
"Isn't he staying here?" Jared asks, I shake my head. "What about your mom?"
"No. They only stay about once a month" I shrug. "Sometimes once every two months."
"They were here for four hours tonight and they hardly even showed you or Tilly any affection" he shakes his head in disbelief.
"We're used to it" I tell him. "Don't worry about it Jared."
"Okay...I have to go now though" he sighs, standing up. "I have work."
I walk him to the door where he grabs the jacket he retrieved earlier from home. After shrugging the jacket on, he pulls me close for a hug. My cheeks burn, my heart pounds. Do crushes normally do this?! Oh well, I'm not complaining.
"See you on Monday, mea Regina" he whispers to me, kissing my forehead and then leaving. Oh yes you hunky piece of meat, which I will never even think those words again, I will see you on Monday.
"Okay, bye!" I wave.
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