A/N : Chapter 7 - wow, I am possibly enjoying writing this a little too much. Thank you ever soo much for every read and review! You are all keeping me motivated!
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After one oil change, a new spark plug, nearly crashing into a tree, and three trips to the storage unit, I had finally reached my new home.
The boys had piled furniture and boxes up in my new porch, after making trips back and forth, unable to fit everything in my car at one time.
I had stood and watched the whole process.
Though not because I am some sort of weakling girl. I hate those bitches who stand around and expect boys to do everything for them, taking them for granted.
To be honest, I am perfectly capable of lifting a few boxes; due to being a wolf, I have exactly the same strength capabilities as the boys.
I didn't care to mention this fact as the boys strode around, basking in their 'manliness'. Seth, bless him, seemed especially lively, showing off for his girlfriend.
Have I not mentioned before that boys are complete idiots?
Oh yeah; that goes without saying.
Anyway, whilst the boys were moving all the heavy stuff, I'd wandered around my house, mapping out everything in my mind.
I gave up within 15 minutes. I just could not be arsed to do anything.
I sat down on a kitchen counter and stared out of the window, watching the woods that were the boundary to my newly gained land.
There was something seriously ominous about those trees.
I instantly shrugged off this dumbass comment; I did not believe in all of those stupid ghost stories.
And I know that sounds a bit rich coming from a werewolf, but really, which is more likely?
Someone dead floating around, or a genetic mutation?
Exactly what I thought.
There was a cough behind me, and I turned to see Jacob standing there with a desk on his shoulders. I laughed as he realised just how stupid he must look.
"Jacob, really, did you have to bring it in the kitchen?" I shook my head as he considered his reasoning.
"You could have wanted it in here!" He put it down against a wall, instantly blocking the doorway to a utility room.
"Clever. Now take it back out and put it in the study." I turned back to my kitchen, and decided to randomly open the cuboard doors.
"Right you are, boss." Jacob saluted at me, causing me to throw a conveniantly placed rock at his head, and left with the desk now on his throbbing head.
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I spent the next couple of hours ordering the boys as to where to put furniture, and contemplating why there had been a rock in my kitchen.
Yep. Interesting.
I soon had my study kitted out; the desk Jacob had originally brought into the kitchen now had my laptop, printer, paper shredder and some books on it, whilst a shelving unit held all of my stationary and some ornament things.
The walls had some decoration; mostly posters and images relating to music and pop art.
I had decided to go out and buy some vibrant coloured paints for my rooms when I had time; the cream walls were ridiculously boring.
The kitchen had all of my 'kitcheny' stuff in it, and my front room stuffed with couches, beanbags, a full gaming and movie system complete with 40 inch TV. And cushions. Everywhere.
I was also contemplating getting a fish tank.
I love fish.
My bedroom was a complete replica from Florida; perfect in every way.
The house was complete.
Jacob and Embry helped me finish everything off, like hanging the curtains and fitting lightbulbs and the what not; basically stuff I couldn't reach.
Being a midgit was not fun.
Especially when Embry patted you on the head and said "I'll do it, dwarfy."
Whilst I was trying very hard not to start a fight, Seth was in the kitchen, cooking a dinner for the four of us with the limited amount of food I had.
Dinner at Emily's would have finished, and the night time patrols assigned, so we were making use of Seth's culinary skills.
Unbeknown to me, Seth could make decent food out of anything.
Not being horrible or anything, but I'd doubted this until he walked out of the kitchen, balancing 4 plates of steaming hot curry on his arms.
He handed me a plate, walked over to Jacob and Embry, deposited food in their laps, then plonked down next to me on the couch, allowing me to nestle down against him.
Jacob had switched the TV on, and had settled on NCIS. I watched it vaguely, concentrating on my curry and the slow breathing of Seth beside me.
I was in heaven.
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Jacob and Embry both left around 9; Seth however stayed.
He helped me clean the plates, and sort through the few remaining boxes of crap that sat in my hallway.
We sat opposite from eachother on the floor, a box between us.
We were halfway through the first, with stuff sorted into three piles; photos, ornaments and jewellery, when Seth came across an object he found highly interesting.
He'd picked up my sophomore-year yearbook.
I groaned and tried to snatch it from him; he rolled across the floor, and I ended up on top of him, trying to wrestle the book from his grip.
I was going to snap his arms off if it meant preventing him from opening that ghastly piece of remembrabilia.
I failed in my mission.
Thinking about it, my sophomore year had been one of my better school years. That was the year my grades had changed dramatically for the good, and I actually managed to excel in what I'd always wanted to be good at; singing. I scored the leading role in my schools' production that year.
I came back to the present, and realised something important. I should really still be in schooling.
No doubt I could enrol in the La Push school for next year; it was the summer now, and therefore there was no point in worrying about it. Even better it was the start of the summer. I had 2 months until school began again.
The entire pack, or at least those who were required to be in school, were enrolled at the La Push high school. I knew I would definately be accepted.
If not on attainment grades or attitude to education, I knew Billy Black could make it happen, with no questions asked.
Seth was flipping through the pages of the yearbook, leaning against the couch. I sat beside him, and one of his arms slipped around my waist.
I looked up into his eyes, and he down into mine. I smiled, and leant up to kiss him. His lips pressed against mine, and I forgot the world.
I'd given up on fighting the soppy.
