Hey!
First of all, I want to say thanks to my reviewers…you guys are amazing! Someone even said that this was probably the best story ever! I feel so special! LOL
So far, no one has any questions, but again, feel free to ask.
I know her dreams can get a bit confusing, especially this past one. Just so you know, it was supposed to be Edward right before they went on the walk that he tells Bella goodbye. Hopefully, that clarifies things a bit better.
This chapter is going to be very short, and I apologize. But, it's from someone else's point of view! Haha! Don't worry though, the next chapter will be from Liz's point of view again, and I promise, will be longer.
I've rambled on for quite a while now, so I'll stop and get on with the story!
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Twilight. Steph does. I do however, own Liz, Caleb, Steven, Lucas, Kaylie, and Katie. Oh and the pizza guy Kyle! So HA!
H.R.E! (Happy Reading Everyone!—I'm not going to type it out anymore)
Chapter Three—Lucas' POV:
I had to run to keep up with Claire. She was rushing, obviously trying to get back to Quil. I rolled my eyes.
"Geez, Claire! Slow down! Don't worry, Quil's not going anywhere." She turned and stuck her tongue out at me.
"I know!" she said, but continued to rush to the front door. I beat her there and blocked it. We stared at each other for a while and she finally sighed in defeat. "Fine."
I smiled triumphantly and held the door open for her. We walked down the hallway slowly together.
"So isn't the chief's granddaughter supposed to be here or something?" I asked, trying to make small talk. She nodded.
"Yeah. You're mom thinks she and I will become friends. I hope so. It'd be nice to have a girl to hang with."
"You've got Kaylie…"
"I know, but she's seven."
"What's her name anyway? Eliza or something?"
"Elizabeth."
"She's probably just like all rich girls, though. Conceited and snobby." Claire glared at me.
"You don't even know her, Luke. So stop being so prejudiced." I shrugged and we stepped into the kitchen.
"I got the hot dogs, Mom," I said, throwing them on the counter.
"Careful, Luke! But thank you," Mom said giving them to Dad to throw on the grill. I looked around. The usual crowd was here. I laughed to myself when I saw Claire on Quil's lap on one of the couches. I shook my head and went out the back door to go on the deck.
There was a girl there, sitting on the steps. Her back was to me, but I could tell that she was very attractive. She had a perfect figure, almost like an hourglass, but a little less curvy. She had red curls that danced down to almost the bottom of her back. She was crying, from what I could tell. I sighed. I had a weakness for crying girls. I figured I should see if she was okay. I walked over to her and bent down. I placed my hand softly on her shoulder. She turned to face me.
In that moment I felt completely lost. I was wrong. She wasn't attractive, she was gorgeous. She had a heart-shaped face with rosy full lips and a perfectly angled nose. Her cheekbones were nice and high too, and showed traces of tears. But what really got me were her eyes. They were the strangest shade of green. They weren't dark green, they were light, and had gold mixed in. On top of that she had thick long lashes to frame them. Her make-up was running a bit, but that hardly mattered.
As soon as I looked into those eyes, those beautiful eyes, I felt a longing for her. As if nothing else in the world mattered. Like I would do anything just to be able sit here and look into those eyes. I wanted to comfort her, and hold her in my arms. Seeing her pained like this tore at my heart. And then I realized what had just happened. I'd imprinted on her. The same thing that had brought my parents together. The same thing that had brought Jacob and Katie, Jared and Kim, and Quil and Claire together too. Dad told me that it would happen to me too, sometime after my transformation. He said I'd know. I'd asked him how, and he just simply said that I'd know. And boy, did I know!
"Are you alright?" I asked her, desperate to make her feel better. To my surprise, she gave me a smile. It took my breath away.
"I'm fine…now."
"Now?" I questioned. She laughed, wiping her eyes again.
"Yes, I'm fine now." We stared at each other for a while.
"I'm Elizabeth," he said, holding out her hand. I raised my eyebrows in shock. Duh! I mentally slapped myself. I should have guessed that. I mentally slapped myself again, for being so prejudiced before. I could tell now that she obviously wasn't what I expected. I shook her hand.
"I'm Lucas," I said. "I'm-"
"You're Emily and Sam's son," she finished for me. I smiled. "And you're Caleb's brother."
"I guess you know everything about me then," I teased. She laughed again. I loved the sound. It was so free, so full of joy.
"Well no, not exactly. I didn't know if you or Caleb was older. But I can tell now, obviously." She took in my height.
"Yup, I'm the older one. I'm seventeen."
"Well you've got me by a year then." She said. She looked at me again. "But from your size I'd guess you were twenty-five." I laughed.
"That's funny, because everyone here picks on me for being short. They all thought I'd get as big as my dad, but I guess not." She looked at me, skeptical.
"You short? Yeah right! How tall are you anyway?"
"Six three." She gasped, shocked.
"Oh yeah, that's tiny!"
"Well my dad's six nine, so it's a big difference. Jacob's six eight, and the rest of the pack are up there so, yeah."
"Pack?" she questioned, looking confused. Whoops. I let that one slip.
"Oh well it's such a big group with so many guys, the girls often tease us and calls us a pack. I guess I do it too," I lied. She laughed.
"So you're a girl too?" she joked.
"Definately." She laughed again. I loved how musical it was.
"How tall are you?" I asked. She looked like a shortie. She scowled at me before she grudgingly answered.
"Five feet."
"Aww, you're a little shortie!" I teased her. I grabbed her by the waist and started rustling her hair. She laughed and tried to fight me off. I heard the screen door open.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." I let go of Elizabeth and we turned to see Claire. Elizabeth blushed a bit but then fixed her hair and stood up. I could see her figure even better while she was standing up. Geez I was whipped! But I couldn't help it.
The only part I forgot about was who she was. More importantly, whose daughter she was. And most importantly what she was. I may have imprinted, but it didn't change the fact that she was, okay well half of her, was this: my mortal enemy. This was going to be one hell of a summer.
Wow, that was really short…SORRY! But it's basically one in the morning so you can't expect much more than this.
I really wanted to do this quick chapter from Lucas' point of view just so you could get inside his head and see what was going on. The majority of the story will be Liz's point of view, but I might do a few more chapters like this where it's short and from someone else's point of view.
I'm finished rambling now, and I'm practically dead right now so I'm gonna call it a night and write Chapter Four in the morning. Well…later this morning.
Review please! You know I love it when you do!!
