My Silver Eyed Cowboy
A/N Guess what? I come bearing a gift. It's in my story, and no, it is not a toaster. It's a large bowl full of potatoes. You'll get it in a sec. Well, I know I only recently put up my last chapter, but it was a good hit, so I decided to waste away the day typing until my wrists hurt. And then I watched my Piper, the real one, make a fool of her self at the mall. *sighs* well, hope you enjoy this new chapter, and it's dedicated to:
Kim Masen: Thank you very much for reading and liking my story, so there! Lol's
Sensual-Irish: Here's you're pressie from me!
JaspersBella: Sorry you're allergic to cinnamon, but to make you feel better, lets just say you can smell him all you want, he smells like cinnamon, and no one has to get puffy. Your first taste of cinnamon and you don't go into anaphylactic shock!
Oh, and AprilMeeha: You are an awesome person! and you have a great story, keep doin' what you do!
Oh, and it's time for my new part of this story… Point Of View change!
Alice's P.O.V
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" Piper said, putting her hand over her mouth, glancing quickly over at the, or more accurately what was left of the, stairs. Jasper was coming down, looking shocked, and then trying hard to not laugh at this picture.
My Bella, my sweet, lovable Bella, had actually gotten turned on by a sweaty southern gentleman, and I've never seen her so panicked. I know she's not mad at the new girl, at least. Piper pretty much saved her dignity. Or, gave it a chance to escape total humiliation. I couldn't have thought that fast. I liked her; she had a lot of spunk.
"Oh, it's fine, really. No, really, its all good, I'll just go and change." Bella just kept saying, over Piper's fake words of apology.
"Piper? You're never that clumsy." Jasper said, astonished, and glanced up as Bella rushed past him. She had her head down, blushing heavily, and she pretty much ran up the stairs. Oh, Bella, act, dang it, act! Piper, fidgeting slightly, turned to me and winked with the eye that wasn't facing poor, clueless Jasper.
"I'm sorry, I should have been more careful. I'm… going to go get some more lemonade. I saw you all working so hard, so I thought I'd make my entrance… I'll be right back." She said, quickly making an exit, via stage backwards.
"I'm gonna go check on Bella, okay? You stay down here, and then we'll get ready for dinner. Trust me; girls can't just deal with being dirty for dinner. At least not northern girls, okay? So, let us all clean up, and you stay down here." I told Jasper, seeing he was going to make a comment. I knew he was about to say that he didn't care if were a little dirty, but honestly, guys just didn't listen….
I heard the poor girl hyperventilating, and Rosie trying to calm her down.
"Bella? It's okay. I know how you feel, seriously, do you know what happened the first time I was turned on by a guy? I soaked my pants. I thought I had peed myself, and I ran crying to the bathroom the whole day. It wasn't 'til later that my mom told me about it. And the guy already knew he turned me on. Oh, Bella, it's not that bad." Rosie was trying to tell her, but she just wouldn't listen.
So… I went to her, smacked her twice, check that, TWICE in the face. She stopped sobbing immediately, looked at me briefly, and then all hell broke loose.
She slapped me back, hard, and I slapped her. She tried to slap me again, but I ducked, and she hit Rosie instead. Rosie got pissed, so she smacked me in the back of the head, and tried to slap Bella across the face, but Bella dodged and she hit a wall corner. While she nursed her hand, I kicked her in the butt, and she fell over onto Bella. Bella grabbed my ankle and dragged me to the floor, trying to keep hold of my feet. I tried to kick out of her grip, but ended up kicking Rosie in the butt, again.
We were doing all of this loudly, kicking and screaming, hitting everything and each other frequently, and by the end, we were doing something so crazy, I'm surprised the people at the local asylum didn't come in and take us away. We were laughing our heads off.
"Um, I'm scared to come in there. Y'all okay?" I heard Piper ask, safely behind the door. I kicked my shoe against it and heard a yelp. That aroused (pardon my pun) another round of laughter from us all. She opened it a crack and saw us all on the floor, still trying to suppress giggles at our stupidity.
"Sorry, Piper, but Bella needed to get slapped." I tried to get out with a straight face, but I keeled over before I was finished and started howling with laughter again.
"Then I needed to start a bitch slap-fest, excuse the French, and, well…. Here we are!" Bella finished for me, ending up giggling like a psycho freak.
"Well, then, I knew I'd like you guys. Oh, and Bella, I'm really sorry, but I thought it might be better to be covered with lemonade then have him assume you either peed your pants, or… I assume you were heavily attracted to him?" she asked. Bella stopped laughing, got up, and started to nod shyly.
"Well, Bella has never had this happen before. She's to pure not to be surprised by this reaction, you know." Rosie said with a little sarcasm mingling in with her grumpy voice. Only Rosie could have sarcasm when no one else could.
"Stuff it, Rose." She glared with such heat I'm surprised that Rosie was still standing.
"Only if it's Emmett." She muttered, and she headed down the hall to her room.
"Well then, I just thought I'd come up here, apologize, and tell you that Mrs. Cullen, The boys' mum, is downstairs with Em and Eddy." Piper said, and gestured at Bella's pants. "You might want to clean up quick, darlin'."
"Thanks, Piper. I think we'll be great friends, you know. So, can you please distract them for a little bit while I get Bella ready? She's hopeless by herself." I put my finger over Bella's mouth before she could make the comment I knew was coming. "Admit it, you don't know nothin' about fashion, honey. At least, not for yourself."
She scowled, but nodded with a resigned look.
"There we go! Your not perfect, but we only had five minutes, so this is as good as your gonna get." I said, absolutely giddy with my success. After she got out of her short shower, we had around five minutes left. The basic rule is that you don't keep guests waiting for more than 25 minutes, at best. So, I was very pleased with my work.
Bella didn't ever really think she was pretty, but how could she not? She had beautiful eyes and hair, the same chocolate and wood color, shimmering whenever it hit sunlight. She had perfect skin, skin I wish even I had, and it had a light tone to it. We swear she's not albino, but she reminds us of a porcelain doll. Delicate, but so pretty.
And now, she was wearing no makeup, her hair brushed into slight waves, and she was wearing another pair of jeans, with a frilly but tough looking button up blouse. I knew what she thought, but I didn't care. It wasn't too much. It wasn't enough. I wanted to make her the sexy fiend that would make Jasper bust open his pants. And trust me, I could make it happen.
Rosie seriously put Bella's ego at a minimum, because Rosie was what guys looked at. Well, Bella, there is no way Jasper is interested in Rosie. He wants you. I wish that I could tell her that without her arguing with me. But I can't seem to compliment her without her saying, 'Oh, no, it's not true, I'm not pretty, I'm not all that.' Bella honey, you are. Huh, well, I could make her see that, but that might take hours. I can't give her that pep talk in 10 seconds.
"Okay, well, that should be okay for now. Let's go make dinner!" Bella tried to sound enthusiastic, but that's my thing.
We quickly ran downstairs, and were greeted by some very nice smelling food from the kitchen…
"Oh no, who's cooking?" I squeaked, knowing it wasn't Rosie. She could cook as much as a dog could.
We walked into the kitchen to see the boys (I saw Bella shudder at an open shirt Jasper), and they were talking to Piper and two women I had never seen before. The strange women were both cooking, and arguing. One of them was making spaghetti, and the other was making a clearly southern meal. Biscuits were steaming on a plate, chicken was popping in a skillet, and there was a LARGE bowl of mashed potatoes sitting in the middle of the table.
"What is wrong with spaghetti? It is good, simple, quick, and very tasty. I have been making it with our families herbs for years and years." One woman said with a very thick eastern accent. No, not Chinese, more like… a Gypsy? She sure was dressed like a Gypsy. She had the beads, the bandana over her hair, and she had a nice collection of jewelry on her body. I had seen some stuff on Piper, but Gypsies in the Deep South? Who'd have thought it?
"Well, it's not exactly a Southern welcome, is it?" the other woman was saying, and she obviously had a southern accent. She looked very pretty, and a little irritated. Everyone was looking exasperated, as if this happened a lot. But the boys and Piper seemed to get along fine.
"Um, hello?" I said nervously, trying to break the tension.
They turned to us, faces frozen in shock. Then they burst out laughing.
The Gypsy lady came up to us, giving both of us large hugs, and introduced her self.
"I am Madame Theresa, and it is so good to finally meet you all."
"And I am Esme Cullen, and I must say it is a pleasure to meet y'all.
"It's a pleasure, I'm sure." I heard Bella say boldly, giving both the ladies a hug. "You didn't have to cook, ladies, we were going to-"
"Oh, hush, it's the least we can do. We haven't had new neighbors in ages. And, we heard that the cook was out on her foot." Esme looked down at Bella, who had her foot gingerly lifted. Of course, Rosie must have told Jasper.
I looked over at the boys, smiling widely and, if I do say so myself, suggestively at Edward. The poor boy gulped, but returned my smile with that half smirk of his own… Hm, now I see why Bella had problems earlier.
"So, um… I suppose you know Rosalie Hale." I said, pointing at Rosie. She was talking to Emmett, and threw us a glance and twitch of the mouth before going back to talking animatedly to the guy.
"Well, I'm Alice Brandon, and this is Isabella Swan, fondly known as Bella." I finished, flourishing at Bella.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all. Where are your parents?" Madame Theresa asked, looking around.
"Mom, I thought it would have been obvious that their parents didn't join them." Piper said, with a kind of whine thrown into it.
"What?" Theresa looked really confused.
"They all have different last names. They moved down here from college. Right, Rosalie?" She continued. She seemed to be very comfortable with us.
"Well, we all chipped in and bought the house. It used to be Bella's moms." Rosie corrected, scooting closer to Emmett. The boy didn't notice a thing.
"Wait, your mother used to live here? Who is she, again?" Esme asked sharply, looking strangely at Bella. Uh-oh, I didn't like where this was going…
"Her last name is Swan, isn't it?" Theresa said like a question, but it was unsure.
"Renee? Renee Swan? Oh my dear lord, why didn't she call and tell us she was movin' her kid down here? I swear, that woman forgets everything…" Esme burst out, and ended it with a laugh.
"You know my mom?" Bella asked, surprised.
"Darling, we grew up together here when she lived in Texas all those years ago… I remember you when you were five, she moved back down here for a few years, and then when you were seven, she took you back up to Phoenix. I wish she would stay in contact with me, but alas, she is your mother." She sighed, clicking her tongue.
"Well, then, lets eat, shall we? The sauce is perfect." Theresa said from the stove, tasting an orange sauce. Spaghetti sauce is supposed to be red, right….
'Wait a second… what's Jasper doing?' I thought as Jasper squirmed around, and I noticed he must have crossed his legs earlier. Hm, he looked really uncomfortable. As I narrowed my eyes for a closer look, I couldn't believe what was received. I had succeeded in making him almost-
Jaspers P.O.V
I was talking to mom, telling her that we would be helping the girls with their house. I still had my shirt open, because I still couldn't believe how hot I got working on the roof. I didn't mind helping a few young ladies out, even if I might be helping them for a while yet. Edward told me he called little miss fairy, Alice, and Emmett called Rosalie. That left me with Bella, and I don't think I would have it any other way.
We heard someone walk in, or at least, we did, my mom and Theresa just kept on arguing, and I froze in the middle of my laugh.
Standing in the doorway, short and nervous, was Miss Bella. I drank her in like a glass of water. She was wearing a gorgeous blue frilled button up blouse, with some tight fitting jeans and a bracelet. Her beautiful brown eyes had a natural shadow around the eyelashes, and her hair was brushed into a sexy looking wave. Oh, did I mention that the top of her blouse was unbuttoned enough to show a little of her ladies? Well, they gave me quite a view.
That, coupled with her nice, thin but curvy form, almost made me bust my jeans open.
Oh, lord, help me not to make a fool of myself tonight… no one in their damn minds has the right to look like that sexy fiend, Bella….
A/N Okay, did you guys like that Chap? Feel something needs to be explained? Well, remember, I like love, and Love=REVIEWS! so, yeah! Piper, by the way, has Gypsy grandparents on both Sides, and her mom really is a Gypsy!(no, she doesnt tell your future, she just tells you that a person is innocent. Ladies and Gentlemen, Pipers mommy is a Gypsy Lawer!) well, anyway, I hope you like my story, and i will give you a hint of what is to come... Babies! Babies are in your near Future! hahahahahhahahahah-aaack! okay, im leaving before i give myself a haert attack. remember, reviews=LOVE! SO LOVE ME!
With love, or something close to it, TheDevimangel.
