MELTING MOON
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CHAPTER FOUR
LAST NIGHT'S PAST
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"Jasper?" I heard a voice ask, assuming the voice belonged to Esme. A woman with a halo of carmal hair walked into the room, a curiously expression that briefly flickered with surprise before returning to curiously. I jumped slightly as a piece of wet hair flopped in between my eyes, scaring me. I huffed to myself, moving the piece of hair away from my face. 'Can we get a move on with this?' I muttered inwardly. Despite my love for the rain, I hated getting wet when I didn't want to.
I snickered aloud, half heartedly scolding myself for my innuendo. Esme raised a brow, Jasper just rolling his eyes, assuming I had thought up something perverse. I spoke up, "It was Jasper, oh-so-genius-" I sent the blond a deadpan glance. "-idea to get me wet, so, he brought me here to get me a change of clothes..." I resisted the urge to wiggle my brows as I held a hand over my mouth at Esme's mortified look and the blanch on Jasper's already pale face, coughing to cover up my laughing.
I composed myself quickly, occasionally twitched with laughter as Jasper sent me a small glare. I felt a little bad for scarring the petite woman in front of me, but it was worth it to see such an expression on Jasper's usually stoic face. "What she means is that we got caught in the rain, and after thought, I brought her here to change into dry clothes."
I raised an eyebrow, mouthing 'Nice save.' He ignored me as Esme smiled widely in realization, and if you caught it from a certain angle, relief, "I see. Arianna, follow me and I'll take you to get some dry clothes." I smiled at the motherly woman, following her out of the room and down the hall. I waited in the hall as she disappeared into one of the rooms, returning in a few seconds. I blinked, slightly surprised, "That was fast."
She simply smiled at me, "Years and years of practice, my dear." I nodded as the woman pointed across the hall, "That's the bathroom. The towels are in the cabinant, and feel free to use the shower. Come back to the den when you're finished." I nodded, politely thanking the woman and slipped into the bathroom.
I let my facade drop, letting my eyes fill with emotions. They were seemingly cracked, as if I had just dropped a porcleian doll, the cracks marring the beauty of the doll. I peeled out of my wet clothes, folding them up and tucking my undergarments underneath incase someone were to step inside. I slid the glass door open, closing it and starting my shower. The hot water steamed the glass gracefully, the water hitting my skin heavily. I thought back to the last night, wincing as I remembered the fight.
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"Arianna." I scrunched up my nose, Sammy almost never called me by my whole name. "I don't have never for this right now. I-" I cut her off, pacing around the room with my phone pressed to my ear. "You never have time anymore! You or Lizzi! What the hell, man? It's always this or that, what's going on with-"
"Don't you get the picture." Sammy snapped, the tone of her voice causing me to falter. "You expect we can just be like we were when you were here but we can't. Lizzi and I can't wait two years, Arianna." I felt my mouth felt dry and I couldn't will my lips to move. I had assumed something like this were to happen, but didn't expect it so soon. The emotional tow was heavier than I expected. "We're moving on, Arianna. Those years together were wonderful, yes, but I can't handle the burden of waiting for you."
My lips moved, and it was only after Sammy had hung up that my brain processing what I said. "You're just like her." I had whispered, referring to Denver. "You're just like her."
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I had flew off into a angry tantrum. I had thrown my iPod against the walls, the poor thing cracks in two piece. I had thrown an old picture book of Sammy, Lizzi, and I out the window. I didn't remember how it ended up there, but a knife had found itself hilt deep in the wall. Luckily, I had been home alone and didn't have to explain myself.
I didn't realization I had been crying until I could barely breath out of my nose. I groaned, finsihing my shower and drying off quickly. I stared at my tangled mane of unevenly cut hair, shaking my head as I looked to the outfit laid out for me. It was a simple black top with puffy sleeves (which I found absolutely adorable; I loved puffed sleeves) and red plaid skinny jeans that were to die for. I quickly dressed and tucked all of my hair into the slightly damp, grey beanie I had stolen from Jasper.
Sastisfied with my appearance, wondering how Esme managed to get my dry outfit dead on with my preferance in clothes. I shrugged, walking out of the hall with my wet clothes in hand. I didn't linger in the hall, not finding the will to gaze at the rustic paintings. I was sad and, basically, wanted to go home and curl up with some Nutella and nestle myself deep in the feels.
I walked into the living room, grasping my necklace in thought. "I'll never understand why they call it a den..." I muttered to myself, "...It's not like we're bears or anything..." I shook my head, snickering at myself as I took in the scene around me. Every Cullen I was familiar with sat in the den, golden eyes resting on me with a range of emotion. 'I pretty sure that's all of them.' I thought, listing off each Cullen in my head and matching the name with its face. 'Unless, there's more of them spawning somewhere.'
A soft snicker came from beside me, causing my eyes to instantly land on Edward. I raised an eyebrow, "I have no clue what you're laughing at, maybe it's your lack of love life but who knows, but cut it out. I refuse to send you any form of positive emotion until you buy me that Happy Meal."
Edward glared at me, "I don't recall ever stating that I would buy you a grease ridden, child sized meal." I crossed my arms and tucked my clothes under my arm, jutting out my hip. "I don't recall-" I mocked him. "-ever giving you a choice. Even though you and my sister are all buddy-buddy now doesn't mean I forgive you for acting like a ho. Actin' like a ho comes with consequences. I might not be the type of Southern you got in mind but I did not spend five years in New Orleans with my redneck aunt and uncle for nothin'!" I said, my Southern accent slipping through.
When I was younger, around the age of five, my mother had hit a financial bump and had to move in with my uncle and aunt till she manages to come out of debt. Bella called New Orleans the worst place she had ever been to but I begged to differ. I loved the sense of freedom the city had, the hospitality the people shared. I had obviously retained the years of exposure to the deep South, much to my mother's disappointment, whereas Bella left the redneck back in Louisanna.
"The point of my refrence is do not mess with me and expect not to pay me back somehow. Sorry just doesn't do it with me." I finished with a nod. Emmett had a hand clamped over in mouth in silent laughter, Alice and Rosalie watched with mild amusement, and Esme and Carlisle watched the small spat with interest. "Jasper-" I cut him off before he could even begin to speak about the stoic blond that sat in the arm chair with a hand of his eyes, his lips twitching in a small smirk. "Jasper had his beanie stolen from him." I said, pointing to the grey fabric holding my damp hair. "Which, mind you, he will never get back. Care to try again?"
Emmett piped up from the white sofa, "Face it, Eddie, she's got you beat!" I sent a smile to the brunette, moving on from Edward. "Hello, Carlisle." I said, reciving a polite smile and 'Hello, Arianna.' in return. "Yo, Alice, Emmett." I waved a hand at the two friendly teens. I looked to the beauty queen beside Emmett, "Rosalie." I dipped my head towards the blond, who nodded back in recongization. I smiled at Esme, "Thanks for the change of clothes, Esme. When can I get them back to you?" I asked, curiously.
Esme shook her head, "No need, darlin'. Just keep them." I opened my mouth, but Esme spoke again, "Yes, I'm sure." I blinked, processing what she said. "You're good." I replied, "Thanks, by the way." She simply smiled. My eyes fell back to Edward, who silently fumed in his seat.
"Crap!" I said, abruptly. "I forgot Bella at school! What if a zombie apocalypse occurs and she's stuck there? We're not in Georgia! Daryl Dixon ain't gonna save her. Though I'd much rather him be saving me." I shook my head. "But nonetheless, I can't believe I left my sister at school!" I rushed out of the den, jabbering half way to the door when I thought of something. "Edward?" I called.
"What?"
"Did you take Bella home?"
"Why would-?"
"Because you're kinda like her personal stalker."
"...yes..."
I deadpanned, walking back and poking my head in the doorway. "Thanks for letting me use the shower, Esme. I left the towel folded on the toilet lid since I didn't know what you'd want me to do with it." I glanced at Jasper, "Thanks for bringing me by, Jazz Bear." He raised a brow, meeting my eyes. "Jazz Bear?" I shrugged, "Get used to new nicknames about every month."
"...Jazz Bear." I heard Emmett snicker. I glared at him, "Shush, Metty (A/N: sounds like Mitty, only spelled differently.)." I headed for the front door before he could complain. My heels clicked as I opened the front door, sighing heavily at the sight of the down pour. I moved on the balls of my feet, ready to make a run for truck.
"Ari." I about fell on my face, catching myself on the door jam. I glared at the blond, "Jasper, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" He just rolled his eyes, holding out an umbrella and his jacket. I sent Jasper a warning look, "I hope you know if you give me that jacket, you're are never going to get to wear it again, right?" His eye twinkled and he just held out the items further. I smiled softly, taking the jacket and slipping it on, taking the umbrella in my grasp.
"Besides," He started as I stepped out onto the porch. Jasper leaned against the door jam as I opened the umbrella. "It's look better on you than it even would me." Another smile crossed my lips. I didn't say anything, just turning my head to where he could catch a glimsp of one of those rare, actual smiles I had; then, I dashed off the porch.
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A/N: A bit of a filler chapter but I wanted to finally get rid of this part of the story. Sorry for the wait, updates for this story are always slow.
Yours Truly,
Veila.
