Anyways, I had a few complaints about how short my last 2 chapters were, so I tried my best to fix it. And for the manic cheese fairy, the writing is to the left ;)
Hi Twilight fans
thanks for all the reviews (I know I said I'd update when I got 10, but I got bored of waiting)
I guess 971 is still kinda short, but I'm getting there (slowly), eventually, I'll think of more to write and have long chapters, but I'm kinda dry at the moment and just need something to put up...
Well, Enjoy xx
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Chapter 3
Finally Home
Beth POV
5 reasons why I hate long haul flights:
The movie was pathetic – black and white with subtitles *shudder*
I only got 2 tiny plastic cups full of water the whole 7 hour flight
The stupid kid behind me was kicking the seat
The old guy next to me had easy listening music on his tape player on full blast
And to top it off, the air hostess person spilt the pasta (the food was a pile of crap may I add) all over my favourite pair of jeans...
The only thing that had kept me sane was that I was seeing Paul soon.
As we taxied down the runway towards the airport, I glanced out of the dusty window, watching the little people with the flags. My mood soon brightened as I saw us reach ground, so for some reason I found their dance type thing funny and giggled kinda loud at them while I shoved my stuff into my rucksack.
It was strange to be getting my suitcase alone, though I knew it was all in my mind, I could feel the eyes burning holes in to my head. I subconsciously folded my arms across my chest and then stared at the conveyor, avoiding anyone's gaze. When my bright green case (conspicuous colour...) soon came into view, the only familiar thing around here, I breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to grab it. Though it was heavy, I walked abnormally fast towards the exit, only too happy to get away from the piercing silence!
Sure enough, I saw my uncle in his Blue Land Rover, parked in the taxi station, singing away to himself. He lifted his head to check if I was out yet, but he met my gaze and just looked down in embarrassment, because I'd seen him singing, I laughed as I dragged my case over to the boot of the car. The jetlag was coming, I could feel it, but I didn't really mind, because I could sleep when we got there.
I love my uncle so much right now, he didn't force conversation like most people would, because we're just happy humming along to the radio – it's surprising how many songs I know on these American stations. Every so often, he would ask a question, but I didn't mind answering these ones. I'm pretty tired now and starting to fall asleep, I think he just asked me something – oh well, I'm sure he... he can... wait...
Paul POV
I could hear the radio as the car turned the corner, my Dad was there mouthing dramatically into a water bottle to 'Hungry like the wolf' – ah the irony... I gave a quick sigh and then inspected the passenger seat – there she was, same as ever (just a little taller). She was fast asleep and her hair was messy around her face, but I didn't care – she was still my best friend... Finally home!
Beth POV
Blurred voices got louder as I awoke from my sleep. I smiled and rubbed my eyes (I hope my mascara hasn't smudged), before yawning and getting up. My mind just woke up too and began to take it all in, I realised that I was in Paul's house – old memories flooded back and my smile widened.
Soon, I was wide awake... And hungry! Paul laughed as he watched me stare at his plate, then led me into the kitchen.
"Have you been like weightlifting or something?" I asked curiously as I munched on my sandwich. Paul laughed at some secret joke and replied,
"No, why do you ask?" I shrugged at him and (reluctantly) put down my sandwich to go and sit beside him, I ran through my theory in my head quickly,
"Well I didn't walk in, I was asleep" I rolled my eyes "and your Dad has a bad back so..." Beth the super sleuth or what...
"Well you're just as observant as before huh – you always knew when I stole your cookie-" I rolled my eyes again(I was making a habit of this) "And yeah I carried you in – your light you know – and I'm not the puny 7 year old you used to know... I'm more like superman now!" I was about to laugh, until I saw him regret saying the last part, no idea why... I mean he's no Clark Kent... Is he...? Weird or what???
As I started to run ideas through my head, I realised that this was going to bug me like crazy until I found out... But I couldn't let it ruin the summer, so I put it to the back of my mind and then smiled. I hoped that it would stay there!
I took a deep breath, it smelt nice in here, a woodsy, warm smell – it felt good to be home!
Paul POV
I knew that I couldn't keep it a secret! I'd slipped up - ALREADY!
'More like superman now' I'd said, she's more observant than ever, so I practically told her. If I wasn't more careful, she'd figure something out. I mean I was dying to tell her, but I knew that I couldn't – why did my life work like this?
Only one person (if they class as people that is) I knew had been through something similar and as much as I hated the thought of it, I needed his help on this one...
Edward Cullen...
Short again, but better than last time Please don't complain about length, I'm sorting that part out. 15 reviews = I'll post the next part, Press below to review lol
Less than 15 = You waiting for the next part
So tell people to come and read - trust me, the story will get better!
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