Since I'm nice, I've decided to give you guys two chapters...ON MY FIRST DAY! How NICE am I?
~SashaFierce12.0
Chapter 2
Leah's P.o.V.
"Here we are!" Aunt Talia thrust opened the double doors to my room. I still couldn't believe the size of their apartment. It had to be my whole house times, like, three hundred. When I went in, I looked around in awe.
It was beautiful.
The walls were painted green, and the ceiling, hot pink. The carpet was a light blue—the last of my favorite colors—and was the perfect combination of soft and scratchy under my bare feet. I had huge arch windows, which had an amazing view of the water and rest of the city. They opened up onto a balcony with potted plants. They held poppies.
My favorite.
My bed was ha-uge! It had to be queen-sized. The spread was blue. It was folded over to reveal a spring-green color. On top was about five fluffy pillows; green, blue, and hot pink.
I turned back to my aunt and gave her a smile. And not one of my fake ones. A real, pearly white, Leah Clearwater smile. Then I hugged her.
I hugged her.
And I just don't do that to anybody.
"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. THANK YOU!" I repeated over and over. "It's beautiful!"
"Oh, it was nothing," she said. Then she pulled away and looked at me with her brown eyes. "I'd do anything for my favorite niece!" I laughed.
"I'm your only niece!"
After unpacking and showering, Kailee and Ty came home. They almost knocked me off my feet with the way they were hugging me.
Later, as I was reading a book, Kailee, Ty, and Aunt Talia all filed into the room. Uncle Kris was there, too. After mysteriously disappearing, he reemerged with his family, smiling and holding a white box behind his back.
"Hey, guys," I said skeptically. "What's going on?"
"We got you something," Kailee answered. Uncle Kris handed her the box, which she proudly handed to me. I looked at all of them with wide eyes.
"Y-you guys have already done enough. What with picking me up from the airport, letting me actually stay with you guys, the room…" I trailed off at the end, thinking about everything else that they did for me.
"Leah! Just shut up and open the gift already!" exclaimed eleven-year-old Ty. He laughed, though.
Doing as he told, I lifted the lid from the box. Inside was the most beautiful dress I had ever seen. It was purple, and had a nice, satiny feel when I touched it.
"Do I really have to boss you around?" Ty asked. "Don't just look at it! Go put it on! We're going out tonight!"
He didn't have to tell me twice. Everyone laughed as I rushed to my room.
When I had it on, I looked at myself in the mirror. Wow, they really have great taste. The dress fit to my figure nicely, flowing out at my waste. It fell just above my knees, and swished when I moved around.
All of a sudden, I was three again—pretending to be a princess, getting ready for her big debut at the Ball. I giggled, twirling and dancing with my imaginary prince. I was snapped out of my daydream by a small knock on the door.
"Leah?" called Kailee's small voice. "Are you ready?" I opened the door and her eyes got big. "Wow, Lee-Lee! You look pretty!"
"Thanks, Kailee, you look pretty, too." And she actually did. Her dress was the same color as mine. With cute puffy sleeves, and a black rose on the bodice. She had her silky brown hair and a cute little braid over her shoulder. "Here, do you want me to show you how to do make-up?" Kailee nodded happily. I picked her up—she was really light for a seven year old…then again, my strength did increase when I became a werewolf. That's definitely going in my pros column!—and set her on the sink's counter. "Okay, since you're young, you don't need much." I took my make-up bag off of its place hanging on the door. "Maybe a nude lip gloss, and a little blush."
When I was done with her, I did mine. Sure, I used a little more…But, hey, I was sixteen!
Kailee and I looked at ourselves in the mirror. "We look like pretty princesses!" Kailee exclaimed. I laughed and set her on the ground.
"Yeah, we sure do!"
When we entered the living room, Ty was sitting on the couch watching TV…Looking totally and utterly, miserable. Well, the suit sure did explain it.
"Well, don't you look spiffy?" I joked. He looked up at me, and his expression changed. He smiled.
"You don't look so bad yourself, werewolf," he said. I was speechless.
"H-how do you know?" I said lowering my voice. I glanced at Kailee, who had perched herself on Uncle Kris' easy chair.
"Oh, please! You think that you hid your diary that well? I'm annoying; it's my job to get some dirt on my older cousin." I sighed.
"Well…Keep your mouth shut, okay?" I said, still a little skeptical. He nodded, and turned back to the flat screen on the wall.
"Oh, and by the way," Ty said. I looked back at him. "That Jacob-kid? In your diary?" I gulped and nodded. "If he ever comes my way, I'll be sure to beat the living crap out of him. Plus, you're too good for him, anyway.
That night, I had a blast. It was the most fun I'd had in a while.
First, we went out to a five star restaurant. It was a five-course dinner, and in the end I was stuffed.
"Do you guys eat like this every night?" I asked, rubbing my tummy. Kailee shook her head.
"Jus' every weekend," she answered her mouth full of spaghetti. My mouth dropped anyway, and everyone else laughed. What was it with them and thinking everything I said was so darn funny?
After dinner, we went to a concert in the park. Everyone was dressed up, just like us. The music flowing from the stage was beautiful. It made me want to dance and twirl around—and that's just what I did. I took Kailee's hand, and we twirled around in the soft grass barefoot. And, at that moment, I didn't care.
Who cares that I was a werewolf?
Who cares that my ex-boyfriend went after my cousin?
Who cares that Jacob and I aren't friends anymore?
Who cares? Who cares? WHO CARES?
Cause' I sure don't.
Hey guys! Hoped you liked this chapter! Hey, because I'm a fat lazy bum (Ha, ha...Not really), In the next installment of You Promised..., it's going to skip to a whole year and a half later.
Yeah, I know...I'm awesome like that!
~SashaFierce12.0