Wanderlust - Chapter Two

Couches were lined against all walls, the ones slouching lazily on the floors, wall, furniture gazing at the smoke dancing in front of their eyes through half-lidded eyes, some petting the expensive furniture with fascination that only came from the drugs. A TV was murmuring lowly with visions of football players tackling each other, the fireplaces crackling slightly in the background. The only ones ruining the calm atmosphere sitting in the corner of the room.

"Dude, that line is fucked up! Are you sure you've done this before?"

A snort, "Of course, you dick."

An exaggerated sigh broke their argument, before a feminine voice spoke up, "Give him a break, you little shit. He's been taking tokes before we even got here."

"Alright," the boy said, narrowing his eyes slightly at the girl, "But if that fucking line is the death of me, the authorities are gonna be the first that contacts you."

Rolling her eyes, Blondie went back on her phone, fingers dabbing absentmindedly as she looked at the screen through red eyes.

All people jumped, however, when the door slammed open and in came a drunk, stunning brunette. Grumbling through her teeth, she held close the bottle of tequila to her chest as she glared suspiciously at the druggies lining each wall. Shrugging, she stumbled her way to a corner she knew well, slouching against the wall as she took another sip.

"Well, hello, my sweet little Isabella."

Glancing through her curtain of hair, she grinned largely as she instead slouched against Blondie's shoulder. "Hi, hi."

"Gimme that," she snatched the bottle of alcohol, "I make a rule not to let anyone drink alone in my presence."

A weak wave was directed to the other two men, "Hi Steven, hi Chris."

Ignoring the jabbing from Steven, and the triumphant 'she said hi to my first, fag', she instead sat straight and looked expectantly at Blondie, waggling her brows and smirking lecherously.

"Sweetie, you're fine as hell, but I think I prefer them dicks."

"Urgh, no! The boss just gave us a job in Seattle."

Ignoring the disappointed sighs from the guys, they helped each other up and stumbled their way out the door, both leaning against the other.


"I feel like," a hiccup, "he's intentionally giving us the easy ones for installing the camera's in his private washroom."

Blondie snorted, a pipe in her hands as she took in the tiny bookstore, "How were we supposed to know that that's where he achieves his 'happy time'?"

"Exactly," Isabella looked through blurred eyes at the store, snorting loudly, "If we'd known that, there would've been no way we'd have it displayed on the TV screen in the main room."

A hum, before the unmistakable scent of pot filled the truck, a louder moan spilling through Blondie's lips as she inhaled the smoke. Rolling open the windows, Isabella she indicated to the other to do the same, "Never know when the Chief is gonna do inspection."

Setting the pipe down, she clumsily rolled down the windows, "Okay, with the boss, we never know if the job is easy or not. He could still be pissed at us and give us the easiest jobs known to man, or he could still be pissed at us and give us the hardest jobs known to man." She went back to the pipe, knowing no one would be looking to the beat down truck. The bookstore was across the street from a playground, allowing them to survey the store from a block away. "So, let's just think about this."

Isabella grinned wickedly, "So let's go to Wendy's while we sort through the technical shit, backpedal a bit and survey the shop for a day before we put our non-existent plan into motion."

"I like you."

"I like you too."

After a disguised Blondie creeping her way through the store, it was indeed, 'the hardest task known to man'. But the store owners were dipshits (Blondie's words), and she could easily smell the chemicals churning in the air when the 'Employees Only' door was opened, see the multiple handy escape routes, and the books. Well, to the passing eye, they were just that. Books.

But from her years as the HQ's con artist, Blondie could sniff her way into the most controversial situations. "So, get this, the books are just blank pages to the ordinary eyes. I was pissed in the beginning, because it was more like a diary shop for the teenaged girl, but I looked closer and this is the juiciest shit I've been on in months."

Bouncing in her seat excitedly, Isabella grinned through an apple, "So? What is it, holy fuck girl, spit it out!"

Blondie dug into the Wendy's bag, pulling out a gun before carefully hiding it into a holster underneath her flowy skirt. Silently, she thanked the HQ's way of digging their ways into the majority of Washington state before she continued, "The store owners are actually ex-cons from the prison just a few cities away, they were accepted into the HQ in the 90's but were kicked out for killing their targets on the job." She grinned maniacally at the suddenly pale brunette, "So, we, my friend, are dealing with professional assassins with petty thievery in their veins."


Stumbling her way into the house, keys jiggling loudly as she absentmindedly pulled her purse higher up her arm. Not bothering with her heels, she passed by a mirror, giggling at her wide, red eyes and thanked the carpet underneath her admittedly slippery heels.

The job they were sent on was a pure joke, hell, the boss was laughing his head off when they returned. Those 'professional assassins' were actually just a duo who played dirty; cornering an innocent and beating them down unfairly using multiple guns and the power of another person in the fight. The only gain from completing the job was an extra meth lab and a pair of stupid, disease infected thugs.

Halfway up the stairs, she paused, a sudden epiphany washing over her and she stumbled her way back down the stairs and into the kitchen, "Wasn't I supposed to be at the Pink's tonight?"

Impatiently, she looked at the grandfather clock in the living room, half past eight. She hummed, grabbing her pre packed bag and clumsily making her way back to the truck. It was a half hour drive, so no one would really blame her if she took a few tokes, right?

Slapping on her sunglasses, she strolled her way up the Purple's steps. After knocking on the Brown's door and yanking it open before they had a chance to answer, she grinned at Billy and ignored the other men in the house. "Uncle Yellow, my man! How you doin'?"

Billy let out a loud guffaw, and I hugged him tightly before I stood up, surveying the group huddle happening in the living room. "Which one of you fat fucks are Jacob?"

Immediately, loud groans and grumblings of offence were heard and she rolled her eyes behind the black frames. A tall, broad figure made his way to stand in front of Isabella, the girl craning her neck almost painfully to look him in the eyes, "Hey, Bells. Long time no see."

She snorted, "No shit. Last time I've seen you I think I was taller."

She turned back to Billy, "So which bed am I stealing tonight? 'Cause I ain't sleeping with the giant you call your son, I have a promise of chastity I need to keep."

Chuckling to himself, Billy answered lightly with a small smile, "You're gonna be taking my room while I'm away, and don't you worry, I made sure Jake cleaned my room before you arrived."

She nodded slightly, remembering to grab her bag before she twisted around, "Hey, wait, why the hell are you still here?"

He smiled, rolling his way over in front of me, and I had to fight a bout of giggles before he talked, "Charlie's at the camp sight already, I just wanted to make sure you'd be here tonight, so I'll call Harry to pick me up."

Isabella grinned, making an excuse of getting her bag before she laid flat on the truck bed outside while the group talked. Sighing, shen looked at the starry night, and she sneered, if those clouds decide to suddenly pee on me, I swear to-

Who did she swear to? She never knew what to say whenever someone asked of her religion, wanting to believe in a God but not even knowing who she would swear to. All things divine, she suddenly wished Charlie would've taken time off to drive her to a church while she wore a pretty pink dress when she was little, wished Renee would've paid her some of her precious time, wondered what it would've been like if Phil was out of the picture and the Swans were a functional little family.

But Charlie was still heart broken over the loss of a 'loving' wife, Renee was just plain selfish, and Phil was an asshole stealing a mother from a daughter at every chance he got. If she thought these taboo thoughts two years ago, she would've no doubt felt guilty. But it was a truth she learned at the after all her time away to just allow herself to think in rainy little Forks. A father that took his job more seriously than his own daughter, a mother that liked to play hooky off her duties of taking care of a child, and Phil... who was Phil in her life?

"God dammit Renee! That boy of yours is self dependant, it doesn't need you constantly swooning over it's misfortunes."

He looked over at the six year old child, sneering in disgust at the tears rolling down chubby cheeks. "Oh, Phil. Always so temperamental over my baby girl."

He snarled, yanking the duffel bag from her hands as he stormed out the door, "Whatever, I'll be waiting in the car."

Renee kneeled down to eye level with the child, and she smiled a self righteous smile that sent a shudder through the girls spine, "Me and Phil are going to be at the Bahamas for two weeks, take care of yourself okay?"

"But mommy-"

And her smile twisted, her eyes becoming hard as she her hand raised in the air threateningly, "Now, Isabella. Don't be so childish, you can take care of yourself, you don't expect me to baby you all the time, do you?"

Isabella folded in herself, "But I'm scared mama!"

SLAP!

"You worthless child! You care more of yourself than-"

"Hey Bells!"

Broken from her memories, she forced a shaky smile on her face as she sat up from the truck bed, "What is it?"

Jake looked a little concerned, but seemed to shrug it off as she calmly took off her sunglasses, "Me and the guys are heading over to Sam's for a bonfire in his backyard, it's a nightly ritual and I just wanted to see if - why are your eyes so red?"

At this, a smirk fought its way on her face easier, winking as she said, "Ever heard of the herb of life?"

Hearing the words, his eyebrows made their ways together, "No? What are you talking about?"

She sighed, climbing her way out of the truck and standing as tall as she could while next to a 6" something monster, "Oh Jacob, my dear, if you're not sure what I'm talking about, then I'm afraid to say that I'm just not sure what to tell you."

A breathy chuckle and she was sure, if it wasn't the boy she used to baby and play with when she was young, her knees would've easily buckled, "You're a weird girl, Swan."

She shrugged, snatching her bag and walking up the steps, "I think I'd rather crash tonight, long day and all."

She set the bag by the small dining table and she inwardly rolled her eyes as Jacob progressed on, "That's fine, you can come on over tomorrow night."

"Alrighty, sounds like fun."

A snort and a geeky, "Yeah, never a dull moment with the pa - ahem, guys."

This time, she rolled her eyes as she walked away, idly wondering if the guy chose a nerdy title for his group of friends. She dug through the adidas bag, grabbing a smaller bag that held the 'shower necessities' (Blondie always sang that whenever she stalked to the bathroom mid dance), pajamas, and an underwear and bra - smirking at Jacob's blush.

Jacob still prowled on, "The towels are in the closet in the bathroom. But I'll introduce all the guys to you tomorrow at the bonfire, only half of them were here just now."

She hummed, "Where are they right now?"

"Well the guys that were here are already at the bonfire," she wondered if she could get sick if she heard the word one more time, "and the other half are probably on patro - just finishing up their homework or something."

She highly doubted that these group of muscled guys hardly gave two shits about school, but whatever seemed to ease Jacob of his worries, no doubt the worry stemming from the 'nerdy' habits the group of Star Trek fans were doing. Cosplaying, roleplaying - whatever.

"Okay, well, go head over to where the funs at, I'll just be heading in the shower and going to sleep. No fun here, I assure you."

Finally, the boy shot up, jumping in his shoes as he grinned, "See ya later, Bells!"

Snorting, she figured he ignored the 'yeah, whatever' thrown his way.

As she was putting her stuff on the sink and putting her shampoo into the shower, she heard a distant, "Bonfire, here I come!"

Lifting the toilet, she found out that, yes, she could get sick off of the word 'bonfire'.

Sighing, she stripped and calmly turned on the shower. She knew it wasn't the word per say, it was just her pills wearing off at a convenient time. She knew she would only keep retching if she didn't get another pill in the hour. The first time she tried it the effects of wearing off had her in bed for days, blood spurting their way from her mouth and nose, cold sweat leaving her in heavy pants. So, quickly she washed her hair and body, sickly sniffing in the smell of strawberries and vanilla. Turning off the water, she didn't bother with clothes as she wrapped a large, fluffy towel around her as she walked carefully into the cold air.

It was only cold because of the fact she was wet, but the majority of the cool air attacking her was actually part of the wearing off process.

Kneeling down, she dug into her duffel bag, searching frantically before triumphantly pulling out a small jar of red pills. Throwing open the jar, she hastily swallowed three pills dry, moaning in appreciation as she closed the jar again.

Immediately, a shudder worked its way up her spine, the sweat she wasn't aware of going away instantly, her vision blurring pleasantly as a distant smile overtook her face.


Phew! I'm soo glad that's over. :) I'm sorry for the prolonged update, ILC's have been demanding - for those that don't know, I suppose their kinda like online courses, but not quite. Meh, whatever, I finished the units on all of them, and I'll be getting more next week. Anyways, I liked this chapter alot more then the previous one, mainly because the end of chapter one was rushed and I wasn't really in the right mind.

Thank you for everyone that is reading, tell me how you liked it in the reviews. :)

I'll update next week, I swear. Cross my heart and I hope not to die, muah! 3