I'm getting so much inspiration for my story… but sadly it's not for the first book which I'm working on CURRENTLY. Since I've got the time, I guess I might as well do something… Don't you love that you benefit from my boredom?
Recap: I hopped in my van and started the engine. As I pulled out of the spot, Edward Cullen in a shiny silver Volvo passed by me, scratching his car against the side of my truck. I cursed loudly and slammed a hand on the wheel as he sped away at inhuman speeds. I considered telling Charlie, but Edward wouldn't get much of a punishment. Not enough for my pleasure anyway. I continued driving and soon made it home.
Sweet solitude, I thought to myself, falling on the living room couch. The only negative thing in my head at that instant was that I'd have to repeat the whole damn thing again the next day. Joy.
I managed not to burn the grilled cheese sandwiches I made that night. I also managed not to somehow make the condensed soup explode. I figured I would go with simple things first like prepackaged foods to make sure Charlie wouldn't have to call the fire department.
Charlie made a big deal of me making "friends." As far as I could tell, most of them just wanted to leech off of the attention being new got me. Part of me wanted to just be left alone. The other part loved the attention, but hated how it was getting it. For the most part, I just missed Joan and Mel. There were a few Goth kids back at my old school in the city, and we were more accepted there. Besides a few bus perverts, we really didn't get stared at or judged there.
Joan always said she was like Joan of Arc; strong and French. She wasn't one of those "in your face" Christians, but we were cool about her beliefs. My agnostic self doesn't really care who you are and what you believe, as long as it's not putting down someone else. Well, unless you're putting down Mike or Jessica.
Mel was not a huge problem child, but she mostly started the whole Goth thing to freak out her parents. She came from a wealthy, high class family, and didn't need a scholarship like I did to go to the nice school we attended together. Joan's family was well-off, but not like Mel's was. Mel hated being called Melissa, and would probably hit you if you called her that. She was more of a Lolita than an ordinary Goth, but her tough attitude said otherwise.
Thinking about them made me want to talk to them. I already had AIM set up of my computer, so it was pretty easy to log on.
InfectedVirus555: hey guys!
Mel_ick_a: NO WAY! shes on
JoanofArc: i told u she wuld b
Mel_ick_a: just couldnt stand skool w/out us?
InfectedVirus555: Haha
InfectedVirus555: course not
Mel_ick_a: :)
JoanofArc: erggg…. i miss u babe ;)
InfectedVirus555: me 2
InfectedVirus555: no one in this town is cool
InfectedVirus555: cept this one guy
Mel_ick_a: TELL ALL
Mel_ick_a: TELL NOW
InfectedVirus555: i'm not into him or anything
JoanofArc: OMG TELL USSSSSSSSSS
InfectedVirus555: he's kinda weird
JoanofArc: …
JoanofArc: u kno wat i'm gunna say…
InfectedVirus555: sure.
InfectedVirus555: but this is different. his whole FOSTER family is for matchmaking or something
InfectedVirus555: and they're all pale with circles under their eyes
Mel_ick_a: are dey hawt?
InfectedVirus555: one kind of is…
JoanofArc: WHO
InfectedVirus555: but hes a total asswipe
InfectedVirus555: Edward Cullen
Mel_ick_a: hold on, lemme google him
JoanofArc: CREEPER
InfectedVirus555: lol
Mel_ick_a: he's either an astronaut or a gym teacher from Mexico…
Mel_ick_a: does he wear a whisle around his nek?
InfectedVirus555: whoever invented google must LOVE you
JoanofArc: whatever do u lyk him?
InfectedVirus555: srsly? hes an ASSSSSS
Mel_ick_a: but apparently a hott one.
Mel_ick_a: lol
Well damn, I thought to myself, I want to talk to my friends and I just end up thinking about that d-bag again!
I finished the conversation and logged off. I looked around youtube for something at least giggle worthy, but the most I found were videos of drunk teenagers playing with a tazer. And that's only funny for so long.
I collapsed on my bed and thought about AP Bio. Not what we learned, obviously, but who was in it. What could make him hate me like that? I refused to let it bother me, especially since by now I should be used to premature judgment (thanks ma) but something about that violent look in his eyes… He looked like he wanted to kill me. Rip me to shreds and hide the remains. "Hot piece of ass" or not, he would not make me swoon like a fool. No way. I wouldn't let him.
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In the morning I threw on something simple with my favorite Three Days Grace hoodie. Black jeans were the choice of the day, which I'd ripped up by falling as I got off the bus one day. I remembered how upset mom had been. She was more bothered by the fact that my jeans were ruined than about the huge scrape on my knee.
Charlie had already gone to work, but he left a note:
Dear Mirra,
Billy Black is coming over tonight to watch the game. I asked if he could bring Jacob along so you two could catch up. He's also checking on the truck, so don't worry, you don't have to hang out if it would be too awkward. Have fun at school, and please eat some breakfast. At least grab a muffin from the cupboard.
Charlie.
I sighed and crumpled the note before trashing it. It would be great to catch up with Jacob if I remembered who he was and what we'd done together. If luck were on my side later that night, he wouldn't remember me either so we could start fresh, as if we'd never met. I just had to mentally cross my fingers that Charlie wasn't trying to play matchmaker.
I grabbed a corn muffin that Charlie had left for me and picked up my bag. The drive to school was pretty quick, but I managed to get in one or two good songs before I had to turn off the radio. I gobbled down the muffin before applying a deep red lipstick and exiting my truck.
I was pleased that the number of shocked/staring faces had decreased. But I was caught off guard when there was one face I didn't see all day. Edward "the-mysterious-angry-kid" Cullen wasn't there. He wasn't sitting with his siblings during lunch, nor was he at our table for Biology. I hoped that he was gone for good.
Angela and I talked a lot that day. She admitted to having a crush on Eric, and I told her a bit more about my life in the city. I told her about Mel and Joan, and she laughed when I told her that Joan loved Joan of Arc. It was great to have a good friend in this bleak town full of weirdos. Especially since Jessica just gossiped with a girl named Lauren, who seemed to hate my existence. Make that two people who hate me for being alive in this school.
Other than that, not much happened. Forks was becoming uneventful far too quickly. I began thinking what their holidays would be like. On Halloween all the girls must be witches, and all the boys must be vampires. Anyone attempting to be unique would be tortured until they no longer refused to assimilate. For the weaker minded ones, they'd use simple hypnosis and brain washing.
Home, however, was not as uninteresting as school; at least not when the Blacks decided to visit. I prayed for Jacob to have an estranged uncle named Sirius.
Billy pulled up in a large blue van. Jacob helped him to get out of the car and into his chair. Charlie asked me to "clean myself up a bit," which meant wear something that looked nicer than my ripped jeans and ratty old hoodie. I watched this all from my room.
Jacob looked younger than Charlie had told me he was. He was supposedly 15, but had the face of a ten-year-old. I had to admit, he was pretty cute, and seemed like a nice kid. I really hoped for us to have something in common.
He had dark skin and deep brown eyes, with long-ish black hair. He was wearing a more ordinary version of my ripped jeans and hoodie. How fair was it that Charlie wanted me to change? I decided not to change my shirt and hoodie, but I changed into a pair of fitted black capris instead.
I ran down the stairs and swung open the front door. "Hey there!" I burst, as cheerfully as possible. Billy laughed.
"Mirra, you haven't changed a bit. Well, maybe your wardrobe has, and your height, but you seem just like the same little girl that ran around making sure we wouldn't hurt the fish in the lake," Billy said, reminiscing. Jacob turned a light shade of pink.
"You probably don't remember me, but I'm Jacob," he said, extending a hand towards me. I smiled warmly.
"You're right, I don't. But don't take it personally, I kind of forgot a lot of stuff from my days here," I explained. That seemed to cheer him up.
"Well, you kids can go right on up to Mirra's room if you'd like," Charlie told us. Billy nudged him gently. "Oh, but keep the door open," he added. Now both of us were blushing.
"Remember, I want a pepperoni pizza," I told Charlie as I went inside. He nodded, seeming embarrassed by what he'd said. As if he had to keep the door open with Billy. I shook my head violently to get the images that had popped into my head with that statement out. I could only hope they would never return.
Jacob sat on my bed once we got upstairs. I left the door open, but only a crack. Privacy is important, even when you're not sucking someone else's face off.
"So this is pretty much it," I told him, looking around myself.
"Lemme guess, Charlie decorated?" I nodded and he began to laugh. Apparently he didn't think the room quite suited me either.
"I'm planning on doing a few things with it. Paint the walls… maybe something artistic and weird. And the bed set has to go." He peered down at the Barbie-esque comforter beneath him.
"Well, maybe I can help. I'm not much of a decorator but I swear, I'm great company!" he said boisterously.
"Nah, that's alright. It'll mostly require stops at Home Depot and Bed, Bath, and Beyond."
"I don't mind that. But whatever, you do whatever is good for you." He stood up and walked over to a pile of CD's I had on my floor. I needed a place for them still, so when I unpacked they just got left there. He picked up a few, then stared happily at one of my precious CD's.
"You're into A7X? I love their stuff." He found a topic that interested me.
"Yeah." Music was one thing that I could always find peace in. Even the hectic screamo and the insane techno was a safe haven for me. It was hard to get them back at my apartment in the city. Mom didn't like me buying music on itunes, even when she finally accepted that I'd bought an ipod for myself. So I had to resort to running all over the city looking for a decent CD. Eventually I became known as a regular in some places.
Music was the only thing I bought besides clothing and food, but those don't count seeing as you kind of need them to survive. My one flow of income was the one job I got behind my mom's back. She wouldn't have approved of it. It was a small record store near SoHo. The owner of the store, Joe, gave me a nice salary for the time I managed to put in. He was also a good friend and, admittedly, a crush of mine.
The particular CD Jacob happened to be holding was a CD I'd gotten from Joe for my birthday. It was his recommendation. I wouldn't have gotten into Avenged Sevenfold had Joe not given me that CD. Seeing it reminded me that Joe was one person I had lost contact with. So I quickly switched a hyper Jacob off of the topic of music.
Our conversation continued for a while until the pizza arrived. We ate quickly, then took the last few slices outside so he could look at the truck. The silly old thing ran well enough, but a little help from an expert wouldn't kill me. If that doesn't work, I'll just have to get accepted by MTV's Pimp My Ride.
"Your engine seems fine, but there are a few parts in here you might want to replace…" Jacob said, emerging from the depths of machinery. Great. I had little money to begin with. Why couldn't Charlie have just gotten me the monster truck I really wanted? Schedule be damned, I needed a job.
"Anyway you can fix it without those parts?" I pleaded. He grinned up and laughed.
"The parts should be alright for a couple more years. Just don't drive it too fast, and you should be alright. In the meantime, why don't you save up for a new car?" Jacob suggested. Yulk, fate seemed determined to make my lazy ass work.
"I guess I could try and find a job." I wondered momentarily if those words had actually come from my mouth.
Soon Jacob had to leave. At that point I actually kind of regretted that fact. I enjoyed the company, no matter how awkward or strange. He was better than most of the kids at school who paid attention to me for all the wrong reasons. And he was certainly better than that pale, judgmental, stupid ass…
I was thinking about Edward again. Damn my mind.
WOOOOO UPDATE! Please R&R! I really appreciate criticism (as long as it makes sense and is constructive) so if you can leave a little.
Mirra: Remember kids, the writer has NO IDEA what she's doing. She only has a vague idea of where this story is going.
HEY HEY! I'm busy with school and normal writing too you know!
Mirra: *muttering* She barely even gives a crap about me…
Eddie: Aww, cheer up! You'll have a near death experience to make things better soon! *smiles*
Mirra: Gee, THANKS ED. *whispers* Go die.