"Why did this seem like a good idea fifteen minutes ago?" Lucy asked the wind, as her best friend skipped in front of her.
The girls were currently making their way from their car to the rocky and sandy shore of First Beach, in La Push. The 'beach' barely classified as one, sure it had the salty smell and air around it- and it clung to Lucy's hair and made it wavy- and the beach did have some sand closer to the water. But, other than that, it wasn't like most beaches, at least it wasn't like the beaches Lucy envisions. First Beach was very well known for all the debris that floated up near the shore and made it dangerous to go there and the rockiness of it could hurt your feet. Also, the weather was always over cast and rarely ever warm there. Although, for Lucy this beach held memories, all of the memories were good, mostly because they involved her father.
Lucy bit the inside of her cheek as soon as her thoughts turned to him, Denis Maves, his black hair, his Napier green colored eyes, and just plainly-him.
Lucy shook her head, as if to get rid of the memories and the feeling that rose into her throat, and looked back over to her friend; who was twirling around and jumping from rock to rock. Lucy smiled widely and got off from her perch, a big boulder, and walked a bit unsteadily over to Maggie.
"Why did this sound like a good idea?" Lucy questioned again as she fell off of a wobbly rock, glaring at it as she picked herself back up.
"Because, it's a boring Wednesday and I wanted to go here." She said it so simply and then shrugged her shoulders before suddenly bursting towards the beach at a faster pace. With a sigh, Lucy watched as Maggie skirted past the rocks without tripping and she tightened the gray puffer jacket around her frame, trying to get warmer.
Lucy's eyes widened, almost comically, as Maggie threw her red jacket over her shoulder and started running faster towards the water.
What are you-" Lucy spluttered, getting up and running after Maggie. Being thankful she had longer legs than the red head.
"Are you crazy?" Lucy yelled out the words as soon as she wrapped her arm around Maggie and pulled her back. "You could have been frozen, literally." The anger and shocked tone of her voice ended softer as she pulled Maggie back, who looked back at Lucy with a wide smile, showing the small gap in her teeth.
"Err, yes… no, and C'mon Lucy, just have fun- at least once in your lifetime." Maggie told her, looking up. The hurt was evident in her eyes, but her face betrayed nothing. Something that Lucy had perfected years ago. Maggie stood her ground, she didn't release her judging stare, and Lucy was the first to crack.
"Fine," Lucy groaned out, stepping back from her friend, "I'll try to have fun."
Maggie beamed up at her and began twirling around in the sea air again. Lucy began to sit down on a dirty rock before hearing Maggie yell out 'Race you to the water!' Lucy jumped off the rock and began running and soon over took Maggie, only hearing their giggles and the blood rushing around her ears. Her feet pounded and slapped against the rocky shore and she was soon at the water, her hands on her knees and her chest heaving. Lucy looked back- ready to boast about her win, when she saw her best friend stopped a few feet away.
Maggie's dark eyebrows were creased as she looked over at something, something Lucy wasn't sure of. Lucy walked back over to her friend, an eyebrow raised.
"You okay?" Lucy asked her friend slowly, as if questioning her mental health, but then Maggie nodded her sharp chin over to the other side of the beach. Lucy narrowed her eyes trying to make the three figurers clearer. She looked taken aback as she saw they were glaring at her, at Lucy.
"Why are they staring, no, glaring at me?" Lucy whispered to Maggie, the inside of her cheek being bitten nervously.
The three figures were men all taller than an average size, all of them had short black-brown hair and they were shirtless. That was the part, besides the glaring, that threw Lucy off. Why would they be shirtless, in this weather, it was colder than normal too seeing as the sun would be down soon and what had Lucy done to bear the brunt of their harsh brown eyed glares. Lucy stared back at them, but soon winced as she realized that they were definitely glaring at her and wouldn't be stopping anytime soon.
"Did you run over their dog?" Maggie asked Lucy seriously and as if they heard it also, the three men began laughing. Maggie's cheeks barely tinted pink before it faded away, having realized that they must have heard it.
'Maybe it was the wind that carried it to them, or maybe it's just a coincidence.' Lucy told herself with narrowed eyes at the ground trying to figure out why they would be doing that. With a shake of her head and a sigh she gave up and placed her hand on Maggie's wrist, mumbling a 'Let's go,' as she picked up Maggie's jacket and guided them both back to the car.
When they got to the car the air was thick with almost complete silence, the only noise came from the clinking of the charms on Maggie's keys. Lucy continued to stare at the dashboard, until Maggie's huff broke the silence as they made it back into Forks.
"What do you think was their problem?" Maggie asked aloud, briefly throwing both hands up in the air and off the wheel.
"Well I don't know what their problem was, but if you don't keep your hands on the wheel, we'll have a problem." Lucy all but shrieked and rolled her eyes as Maggie shrugged it off, but nonetheless put her hands back on the steering wheel.
"Yeah, yeah." Maggie mumbled, taking one hand off and ruffling her red curls.
"It's- I just think it's weird." Maggie spoke up, glancing at Lucy with narrowed and distant bistre colored eyes. "One, why were they shirtless and two, how could they have heard?"
Lucy shrugged and glanced out the window at the houses that drifted by, "I don't know Mag, it was probably a coincidence."
"But, why were they shirtless, no, how?" Maggie protested, looking at Lucy and holding her stare at a stop sign. The air becoming less cold as the broken heater finally began to work somewhat, the smell of potatoes increasing.
Lucy shot Maggie a sideways look, "How am I supposed to know?"
Maggie simply sighed and let it go, leaving Lucy to her own thoughts for the next five minutes.
'How did they do that?'
The silver car pulled away from the curb and left Lucy behind, staring until the car became nothing but air. Lucy pressed her lips together briefly before turning on her heels and staring at her home. The modest, two story, beige paint and brick covered home. It technically wasn't two stories, though, seeing as the top story of the building was more of a tall attic that was converted into a guest room and play room. The house wasn't much, just three small room, two bathrooms, an attic, and a kitchen and living room. But, it was home.
Lucy walked up the tiny driveway, which was occupied with a 2001 red van. The driveway soon became too narrow and Lucy made the transition onto the dewy green grass. Her feet soon slapped against the damp brick porch and her fingers grasped the doorknob and opened the, usually, unlocked door; it wasn't like anyone would break into their house-especially in Forks. Lucy was happily greeted with the smell of crayons and pie crust-her homey smell. The entrance of the house was just two different archways-one led to the living room and the other the kitchen, and in between the two archways was a brown tiled hallway, that both rooms had access too. Lucy went right and walked into the yellow walled living room.
The room was medium sized and most of the space was taken up by the two large brown sofas on either wall, on the furthest wall being a brick red fireplace and a small T.V that was rarely used for anything either than cartoons for Lucy's younger seven year old sister Maya. The light brown carpet was stained in few spots but most of it was covered with a large print rug.
Lucy threw her purple backpack onto the closets sofa and with a sigh turned around and went into the kitchen. She was welcomed by seeing her mother, Louise, sitting at a light wooden round table with a book in hand and rectangle glasses propped on her nose. Behind the table was a dark wood cabinet kitchen with subway tiles for a counter. The floor was the same brown tile in the hallway and the walls were an asparagus green color.
Louise lifted her head up and smiled at her eldest, being seventeen, daughter-revealing two dimples that made the thirty seven year old look even younger. Louise brushed her straight brown hair, similar to Lucy's, out of her brown eyes that were shielded by the glasses.
"How was your day sweetie?"Louise asked her daughter, watching with sharp eyes as Lucy walked across the room to lean against the counter.
"It was good, okay, fine." Lucy rambled and nodded her head and nervously licking her lips. "Maggie and I went to the beach at La Push after school."
"That sounds fun, was it cold." Louise inquired, nodding her head towards the large window with a nice overcast view of a blue home.
"Yeah, also, "Lucy began nervously before taking a large breath of air and hastily spewing out words. "I got a detention for being late to class and then got sent to the principle's office for throwing a book at Mike Newton."
Lucy's mother raised an eyebrow, "What?"
Louise continued to stare unwavering and Lucy soon felt the façade beginning to crack. She squeaked and lowered her head to look at the ground before speaking again. Lucy repeated her words slowly and felt a blush cover her face as she heard the words aloud.
"Now why did you go and throw a book at him?"
"Hee, hee, whoops?" Lucy tried brushing it off and moved to walk out of the room before her mother's arm jutted out and stopped her.
"Just don't give him any brain damage." Her mother told her with a sigh.
Lucy held back a laugh that threatened to spill, "You got it mom." She assured her mother.
Lucy turned around and exited the room with another square archway and walked down the photo littered hallway. Four doors were squeezed between the pictures and the white paint that barely showed. On the left was her mother and her sister's doors and on the right was her own room and the bathroom door. At the end of the hallway was a steep set of stairs that led up to the guest room/ play room.
Lucy pushed her door open and kneeled down to pet the sleeping dog on the tan carpet, a fat, old, lazy Chihuahua named Kermit that Lucy wouldn't trade for anything in the world.
Her room wasn't anything special or picture worthy, just four yellow walls that were scribbled with penciled on quotes that squared the room, a average sized window that overlooked the front yard and were usually covered with dark blue curtains that had Kermit's stains and bit marks on the end, a small writing desk was under the window-making it easy to escape-, a stack of books piled at the end of Lucy's twin sized bed that was covered with a rainbow quilt.
Lucy got off her knees and walked over to her bed and began to resume her page in Little Women, trying to ignore the tear at the bottom from where she hit Mikes head. After an hour of reading she trudged tiredly out of her room to fetch her bag and finished the homework she had left form detention.
After that was completed she lazily threw on her night clothes and feel into her bed with a sigh.
"G'night Kermit." Was what was languidly muttered from her mouth as she fell asleep. A groan from the dog and a sneeze was her only reply, but by then she was already sleeping.
