Might I suggest an Alternative Perspective?
AN: Okay, so a couple people (read: two) have asked me why the hell she wrote down his name and a number on her hand, and a couple things in this chapter are probably going to be confusing as well, such as seeming incongruities with a couple assumptions Seth made in the last chapter, and also some things she says and does. HOWEVER! These confusing things are important to the storyline! I can't say, as that would ruin the surprise, but trust me on this one, ok? All will be explained in the next few chapters.
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Thomasina Anne Sykes was a person who tried very, very hard to be logical and practical. She did yoga, because it was good for your body. She ate healthy, because it was... well, healthy. She kept her small house tidy and organized, because it was easier to clean and find things. She had a dog, because her mother told her that she needed companionship. She also had a frog, which might be considered illogical, but when you took into account that a creative outlet was healthy and the frog inspired her to paint, that could be seen as practical as well.
Despite all of these things, done deliberately because they were logical and smart, Thomasina was not a practical person. Her motives were often run by emotion, of which she had a great deal. However, having been a loud, emotional child, and as such having been raised to be quieter and to stop being so silly, she tried desperately to not let on that most of what she wanted to do was loud and silly.
So, when Thomasina Anne Sykes got home after meeting the rather dashing young man, she did not jump up and down. She did not squeal. And she most certainly did not run to her puppy, pick it up, twirl around with it, and promptly re-name it.
She, of course, was lying to herself when she thought this.
Upon Seth's departure from the ice cream shop, Thomasina had sat at the booth for some time, slowly finishing her soft-serve twist. After she was done, she got up, threw her napkin away, and walked to the counter. She looked at the cashier behind the counter carefully for a moment, studying her, and then took a deep breath.
"Kathy." The cashier looked up, "Yeah?" An intense look harbored behind Thomasina's eyes, "That was Seth Clearwater."
"Yeah."
"He was very attractive."
"Yeah."
"He asked me for my number."
"Yeah?"
"I gave it to him."
"Yea-wait, WHAT?"
Thomasina's friend's explosion only made her smile serenely. "I just gave Seth Clearwater my number. He's very pretty, Kathy. I took a picture, would you like to see?" The smile had most definitely turned into a smirk by the last sentence. Kathy stared at her friend of five years in utter disbelief.
Kathy had always known that Tommy wasn't really as logical as she liked to make people think. In fact, Kathy knew first-hand how very impulsive and rash she could be. She also knew how much Tommy regretted acting on those impulses later, since they were mostly impractical decisions. "Sweety, are you sure that's a good idea? And I already know who Seth is, he's in here every week. Cute kid, always brings his nephew or niece with him." Thomasina smiled again, "Kathy, calm down. I'm just excited that a cute guy who's actually in my age group wants to talk to me. And before you say it, shut up. I know I get plenty of attention, but it's always guys who are too old, or too young, or too creepy, or worst of all, they don't understand. Won't understand - or rather, wouldn't understand even if I told them."
The other girl sighed, "Alright, fine, this is what I've heard about the guy. He's Quileute, lives down on the reservation, and is out of high school. He's got an older sister and a mom, but his dad died a couple years ago - his mom re-married at the start of school, to Forks' police chief. He also has a really tight group of friends, everyone on the rez calls them the 'pack' - they're all like brothers or something. That's about all I've got, though."
Thomasina's eyes gleamed slightly, "It's a perfectly good start. Is he involved at all?" Her college friend shook her head, "Nuh-uhhh... 'scuse me - How can I help you?" A young couple had just walked in, and looked like they were ready to order. After serving the boy a chocolate chip cookie dough and his girlfriend a plain vanilla, Kathy meandered back to Tommy, cleaning a scoop. She settled her hip against the counter again, still polishing the scoop.
"So, as I was saying, no. No relationships. Um, ever." Thomasina raised an eyebrow, "Ever, ever?" "Yeah."
"That's just it, though," Kathy continued, "none of his group dates around. They all are either single, or have a steady girlfriend slash fiancé slash wife. As far as I've heard, only a couple of them even went out with other girls before they all got in their weird group thing. Now... nothing."
Both girls stayed silent for a moment, with clear 'hmmmm' expressions on their faces. "Well!" Thomasina said brightly, "I'm off to home - I have some papers to grade and a new card for my face-flip to make! Au revoir, dahleenk!" This last was said in an exaggerated French accent, as she attempted to sail out of the store gracefully.
"You forgot your purse, dear!" Kathy called after her, ruining her exit.
Back at home, Thomasina Anne Sykes dropped her purse on the counter, and stared through her kitchen window. She took a deep breath, and began wildly jumping up and down and dancing to some internal song. A happy song. A really, really happy, insanely boppy song. And she most certainly did let out a loud, high pitched squeal that may or may not have meant something along the lines of '!'
When her new puppy came running to find out what all the noise was, she scooped him up happily, spun in a few tight circles with the dog held tightly to her chest. His name was, quite literally, Fido. She hadn't been sure what one was supposed to name a dog, as she'd never had one before. So she looked up a couple generic names, not wanting to name the poor thing something inappropriate.
She held the mutt out, dangling him by his armpits out in front of her, "Fido, puppy dear, sweety-pie, I'm going to re-name you. You, my darling dog, are now going to be named 'Dog'. But not in English! Oh no! In honor of the fantastically handsome Seth Clearwater, who is native to this beautiful land, I shall name you in Quileute! You are now, and shall forever-more be known as Kadído!
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Pronunciation: 'Kadído' is pronounced 'ka-daaaay-dough', yeah, the ´ over the 'i' makes it go 'aaaaay' - weird, huh? BeeTeeDubs, Quileute is a really pretty language, go on youtube and find some to listen to!
