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Eventually, I got up and started to unpack.
I hadn't brought much with me. Luckily, since I only visited Charlie during the winter breaks, I had enough warm clothes. I hadn't brought much jewelry except for what I was wearing. I wasn't too attached to anything I owned, but, for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to take off my pendant. It was just a crescent moon hanging off of a thin gold chain. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember when I'd gotten it or if anyone had given it to me. And I couldn't bring myself to take it off.
I'd even found matching earrings.
I felt the phone in my pocket vibrate just as I set down my bag of toiletries on my desk in front of the window. I took the east room facing the woods. The room was painted a light blue like Bella's despite my efforts to convince Charlie to let me paint it purple or something equally as interesting. At least I had purple curtains and matching sheets for my bed.
I took my phone out of my pocket even as I noticed something odd.
There was a brand new laptop on my desk.
My eyes widened and I dropped my phone on the bed, threw my bedroom door back open, and raced down the stairs to find Charlie. He was downstairs in the kitchen, eating. I practically threw myself into his arms and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you..." And on it went.
Charlie laughed. "I know you've been dying to get one, and knowing that Bella's worried about you leaving the house alone, I thought that would make up for the house arrest."
"It does a little," I amended. "But I still wish I could go hiking. Can I at least go with Jake?"
"You haven't seen Jake in years. Do you even know what he looks like now?"
"Sure, taller, hopefully manlier," I shrugged, leaning against one of the cabinets. "What's the big deal? You know him, you trust him."
"Do you trust him?"
I started to nod but then I realized how stupid that would be. For all I knew, Jacob Black danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight. Or worse, read comic books. Not that there was anything wrong with comic books, as long as you read the right kind.
"So what do you think I should do?" I said before my thoughts could get anymore ridiculous. I blame it on the new laptop.
"Call him sometime. I have Billy's number if you want to–"
"No thanks, I'll just catch a ride to La Push on one of the weekends when I'm not drowning in homework." I didn't like the idea of talking to someone I hadn't seen in years over the phone. I'd rather see them in person, especially since the last time he'd seen me was when I had braces.
"Sounds good," Charlie nodded. At least Charlie trusted me. I made a mental note to ask for pepper spray later. "Hey, do you still play guitar?"
"When I'm bored," I said, already knowing our conversation was getting nowhere. Luckily, I remembered the phone call I'd ignored. "I just missed a call. It might've been from Mom. I really should go call her back."
"Good idea," Charlie said, turning back to his sandwich. "Tell her I said hello."
"Sure." Like she cared. I felt bad for him though so I made a mental note to do it.
I went upstairs, noticing the light on underneath the bathroom door. I went into my room and picked up my phone to check the call history. It hadn't been my mother, it had been one of my best friends.
While Bella made an effort to not make friends, I'd had the same friends since fourth grade, Greg, Molly, and Jeff. Molly was the one who'd been calling me.
"What's up, girl?" I greeted her before flopping gracelessly onto the bed.
"Nothing much. Just checking to see if you're settled in," Molly mumbled. That was one of the few things that irritated me about Molly, she spoke in a very low voice most of the time. She wasn't really shy, it was just one of her worst habits.
"Pretty much. Hey, get this, my dad bought me a laptop!"
"That's so cool!"
"I know!" I heard a mumbling in the background and recognized the sound of Greg's awful singing voices in the middle of an awful rendition of "We Are the Champions." I snorted. "Greg and Jeff are there?"
"Yup, Greg looks like he's about to swallow the microphone and Jeff's practically choking on his cashews watching him."
"God, I wish I was there," I sighed. I could see it now. Molly in one of her brightly colored dresses that she made herself with one sleeve a little longer than the other or an uneven skirt. Jeff, with his crooked glasses and bright red hair typing out long winded emails to his mysterious and long distance girlfriend in Bulgaria. Greg singing corny love songs off key while unabashedly staring at Molly.
I've been trying to set those two up for years, and now all of my efforts must be going to waste since I had to go to Forks.
"You'll come visit soon though, right?" she asked hopefully.
Oh no. I could hear Greg starting to sing "Turn around..."
"Quit it, Greg! I'm talking to Livy," she squealed.
I wonder what he did this time.
"Whoa, seriously?" I heard him yell into the microphone. I winced. "Get your ass back here, Livs! We can't survive without you!"
I giggled at his antics. He could be such a dweeb sometimes. "You sound pretty alive, Greg. You're even singing 'We Are the Champions.'"
"We're trying to study, we needed inspiration," he explained.
"Uh huh, where's Dexter?" I asked using his old nickname.
"Swooning over Anka, or whatever her name was," he said. "Oh, Anka, I see your face whenever I close my eyes! Oh, Anka, Obicham te!"
"Shut up, you doofus, and hand me the phone!" Jeff yelled. "You're his handler, why the hell didn't you take him with you?"
"I thought we decided on taking turns."
"I'm tying him down and sending him over."
"I'll send him back."
"You could always set him loose on your sister."
"That is always an option," I said. Bella hated Greg. She thought he was immature. True, but you grow to love him.
"So, when are you getting down here?"
"Whenever my sister lets me," I rolled my eyes. "I can't be alone, remember? We can still use Skype and chat on Facebook."
"You know that's not the same. We need you for math and english."
"Right, now you guys have to actually use Sparknotes."
"Right," he said, sounding disgusted. "And how are you going to survive science without me? You may actually have to ask Bella for help."
"I'll fail first."
He laughed.
"Put the phone on speaker so I can say bye," I waited a second before saying, "I'll see you guys soon. Don't replace me just yet."
"Bye, Midget," I heard Greg yell. I made a mental note to give him a good punch in the jaw the next time I saw him. He knew I hated when he called me that.
"Bye, Duck Face," I answered.
"See you, Livy," that was Jeff. "Ditch your sister as soon as you can."
"I will, don't worry about that."
"We're rooting for you, Livy," that was Molly.
"Thanks, Molly," I smiled. "Bye, guys."
"Bye!"
I hung up and drop my phone on the bed. Geez, just talking to those guys helped. They knew how much of a bitch Bella could be. I needed to talk to them again.
I got up from my bed, knowing that I should probably call my mom now, but it was already past nine and I wanted to at least get ready for bed early. I grabbed an oversized shirt and sweatpants from my dresser and went to the bathroom.
One bathroom, two teenage girls, one adult man. Would he survive? Would any of us?
I made sure to take a quick, hot shower before throwing on my clothes and brushing my teeth.
My mom didn't talk long on the phone unless she needed help from Bella so I just got it over with.
"Hi, sweetie, how was your flight?"
"Fine," I said. What was I supposed to say? I wish I was home studying and messing around with my friends? I wish I wasn't hear with my nosy sister? "Charlie says hi."
"Thanks, maybe I'll give him a call later." She won't but I appreciate that she's trying.
"How's Phil?" I asked.
"Psyched about the move," she said. "We miss you girls already, you know?"
"I know," I answered. "Do you want me to hand the phone to Bella?"
"Please, I need to ask her a few things."
"Having problems paying the bills again?" I asked, opening my door.
"The bills, the taxes, my car..."
I laughed. "The usual, then."
"You know me, when it comes to this stuff, I'm clueless. I'm an artist not an accountant."
Or a cook. The list goes on. "Can't you just ask Phil?"
"And look like even more of an idiot?"
I knocked on Bella's door. She swung it open and stared at me for a moment, a little surprised, before she noticed I'm holding my phone. "I'm sure it wouldn't be so bad," I reassured her. "You need to start relying on him more, he's your husband!" Or, even better, learn how to do this crap yourself. "Anyway, Bella's here. Love ya, Mom," I handed her the phone and went back to my room.
I found my messenger bag on my desk chair and dug out a notebook and one of my pens.
I sighed, sat down on the chair and started to write.
She sits on the window seat, watching the cars pass by, wondering when he will come back. She's drawn him another picture and she wants him to see it. He loves the way she draws. Mostly, she just sketches the skyline or the people passing by. Nothing interesting ever happens in the room, so she likes to imagine their interesting lives.
She looks around the room at the white walls and the bed pushed into the corner for more room, because he likes to watch her dance sometimes. She doesn't remember when, but at some time, she lost count of the days and she doesn't care what he does to her, she just wants him to come back. She'd lost count of the days, but she knows that he comes to see me-
I stop writing and close my eyes. Damn Jeff and his stupid ideas. He told me to write about her not me. She was the weak one, dammit, not me.
I grabbed the notebook, and nearly succeeded in tossing it across the room and throwing one of my infamous tantrums, when there was a knock on my door. I swung it open.
"What?" I nearly yelled.
"You didn't come back to get your phone," Bella answered calmly.
"Oh," I answered, not even bothering to thank her.
"What are you up to?"
"None of your business," I answered automatically. It really wasn't.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked. Like she was really concerned.
"Like you would understand," I said before slamming the door.
Man, I was being bitchy today, but with Bella it wasn't all that unusual.
Opposites again. I'm fine with Forks, I'm even fine with a new school. That's why I'm here. I want a new life and maybe making a few more friends won't be so bad. I can be a bit unstable at times, but I'm friendly. My only problems are the memories. They haunt me in my sleep and, sometimes, even when I'm awake.
Bella, on the other hand, wants to go back. The only reason she even wanted to come here in the first is because she thought she'd be doing a Renee a favor or something! We haven't even been here a day and I knew she wants to leave. She hasn't even given it a chance, I thought. She can be such a snob, sometimes, I swear. She'll never make any friends that way. Knowing her, she probably doesn't really want any. Poor Bella, no one understands me because I'm so fucking special!
And then I notice that I'm still holding the journal. The anger is quickly replaced by fear.
Because what's inside scares me more than anything I can imagine.
OK, I tried my best to fix any mistakes, but please tell me if you see any. Please let me know what you think! And, yes, Livy's friends will appear eventually. Please let me know if you have any suggestion or if you just hate this! I'm trying to make the characters realistic. Oh, and the Bulgarian phrase means "I love you."
