xA/N: oohk, sorry for the long wait, ih just kinda got caught up in my other story 'ignorance' lohll, so ih put that aside and just focused on this story for a little while. Anywayss, onwards with chapter 7…x
xEmily's POVx
"Em, when's the food gonna be done?" Quil whines.
"Shut up Quil," I warn. "It'll be done when it's do-" I stop as the phone rings.
"I got it!" Seth shouts as he jumps up. "Hello?" he answers. "Uh, yeah, hold on." I hear him say as I feel a hand tap my shoulder. I silently hold my hand out for the phone.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Emily Young?" I hear from the other end.
"Speaking," I respond.
"Em, you have to help me. It's Vanessa," she sobs out. "I'm coming back to La Push, I can't take it anymore. I can't stay with mom and dad at all. Everywhere I look it's figure skating this or 'I can't believe you failed us' that, it's awful." She stops talking but I can still hear her sobs.
"Nessa, shh, shh, calm down. It'll be fine. Pack some beach clothes and some warm clothes and get on your plane. I'll meet you here at the Port Angeles airport when you land. Call them now; the next incoming flight to Port Angeles is tonight at midnight from Australia, ok?" I tell her as I push my laptop out of my way to flip the bacon that's currently sizzling on the stove.
"Oohkay, you sure?" she asks.
"Yes, you'll stay here with Sam and I until you can get a place of your own of something, oohk?"
"Thanks cuz, I love you." She responds.
"Of course, see you at midnight," I smile. "Be safe, love you but I have to go finish dinner, oohk? See you later."
"Oohk, thanks Em. Bye," she hangs up.
"Who was that?" Sam walks into the kitchen.
"That was my cousin, Vanessa," I tell him as I flip the bacon around in the pan.
"Vanessa in Australia?" he asks.
"The only," I smile.
"Wait, Vanessa Rochester? Olympic Skater Vanessa Rochester?" Paul asks, knowing from Sams mind as he walks into my kitchen.
"Yeah," I shrug. I'm not denying she is an amazing skater, but it's no big deal. That's how she always acted, so I just followed suit.
"Damn, Em. You're related to her? She's hot. I mean, seriously, have you seen her?" Paul gets excited; he's thinking with his manhood apparently.
"She's a girl Paul, a human being, not just something on a pedestal for you to ogle at." Sam tells him.
"You're one to talk, Sam. I've seen your mind," Paul responds darkly as they all laugh.
xfast forward to midnightx
Ten-thirty, time to go to Port Angeles to pick Nessa up at the airport.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" Sam asks from behind me as his arms snake around my waist.
"Yes, I have to do this on my own. You'll meet her tomorrow when we all wake up-oohk?" I turn and kiss him.
"Alright, fine. But if you need anything, anything at all, you call me oohk? And I'll be there in minutes." He tells me seriously.
"Oohk, I can do that. Love you," I press my lips to his again.
"I love you too, now go, before I don't let you," he grins as he playfully pushes me out the doors.
"Fine," I huff. "I see how it is; you want me out so you can go party with those cute La Push girls," I fake pout.
"Definitely," he laughs. I fake sniff like I'm crying. "You know I'm only joking. You know I only have eyes for you my sweet," he rushes out to fix this ohh so fake situation. I grin mentally.
I grin up at him, "I know," before sprinting out the door towards my little Toyota Corolla before he can catch me.
xfast forward to airportx
I sit down at the café and order a medium strawberry frappé, knowing I'll need it to stay awake. I'm sure Vanessa hasn't actually had chocolate since the last time I saw her; five years ago. I order her a medium double chocolate frappé and pay as I sit and wait for flight two-twenty-eight-Australia to land.
Half of my frappé later the secretary's bass voice booms through the airport. "Flight two-twenty-eight-Australia is now landing. Two-twenty-eight-Australia is landing now," before the loud speaker clicks off and I turn around to head towards where she would be coming out of.
xVanessa's POVx
"Please buckle your seatbelts and prepare for landing. We will be landing at Port Angeles airport momentarily," the pilots voice says robotically. I sit still and try to be patient for the next five minutes before his boring, monotonous voice fills the first class cabin. "We have now landed at Port Angeles airport. Thank you for flying with 'Cross International' flights." He shuts off the speaker as we all stand up and board off the plane. I wait until the end and hobble off, relying on the walking cast encasing my right leg to keep me up and standing.
I slowly hobble out carrying my black Australia Springs Skating School tote bag on my shoulder to find Emily Young standing no even ten feet from me.
"EM!" I shout as she launches herself at me.
"Hey, girly, Jeehz, that looks uncomfortable. How are you? How are Aunt Gloria and Uncle Glen?" she asks.
"Meh, it's the only thing keeping me standing right now. I'm fine, they're good I guess. Disappointed because I didn't place in the Olympics because I broke my leg in like twelve different places, but you know, the usual." I shrug.
"I'm sorry, that sucks. I got you a present," she grins.
"Em, you didn't have to." I scowl as she h ands me a café cup.
"Just drink it," she grins. I glare at her and cautiously take a sip. I nearly moan as the amazing taste of a double chocolate frappé hits my tongue.
"Thanks, Em, you're the best," I grin.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, now lets go get your luggage and head home because I'm tired." She says as she drags me along to the luggage claim.
I grab my ginormous black duffle bag with, of course, an Alice Springs logo on it and then wait for my Züca to come through before grabbing hold of it and following Emily out to her car.
"I can't believe you fit it all into one bag plus your Züca." She scoffs at me as I throw them in the back seat of her red Toyota Corolla.
"Meh, I left most of it there. This is just to hold me over until I can hit the mall," I grin and show her my shiny black credit card linked to my parents joint account.
"Nice, wait, you're sixteen right?" she asks. I merely nod. "You'll be attending La Push high then," she states.
"Nah, I dropped out of high school the day I turned sixteen," I tell her.
"Why?"
"Skating was so time consuming, I was pretty much failing anyways, so I figured, what's the point? And got the hell outta there." I say as I laugh.
"I can home school you, get you up to date for the basics," she offers.
"Thanks, Em, but I'll get by fine. With my parents money I'm set for life."
"Well, alright then I guess." She caves and turns up the radio as The Time pours out of the speakers by Dirtybit.
xfast forward:almost to housex
We were five minutes away from the house, according to Emily, when Quitter by Carrie Underwood came on.
Here's how it goes
Boy meets girl, girl leaves boy
That's all I know
All I've done, all my life
'Cause throughout history
I've only been with jerks
Who couldn't take it
But you see the picket fence
the swing on the front porch
With us two on it
When I believe that nothing lasts forever
You stay with me, keeping us together
And make me feel like I never ever wanna give you up
'Til now, I've always been a quitter
You rescued me
Saved my life just in time
Saw past all my issues and scars
And made me try
'Cause oh, the way you're kissing me
Makes it hard to breathe
But I still like it
Oh oh, it truly feels like a dream
You know exactly how I want it
And I believe that nothing lasts forever
You stay with me, keeping us together
And make me feel like I never ever wanna give you up
'Til now, I've always been a quitter
I've always been a quitter
mMmmmmm
When I believe that nothing lasts forever
You stay with me, keeping us together
And make me feel like I never ever wanna give you up
'Til now, I've always been a quitter
I've always been a quitter
Just as the song ends we turn into a short driveway that leads up to a small little cottage type place, "It looks very…homey." I tell her.
"Thanks, Sam built it for me. I love it," she smiles as she shuts her car off. We hop out and I grab my stuff as we head into her house.
"Sam's asleep but I'll show you the bedroom you can stay in before I hit the sack too. Oohk?" she heads off down the hall. "Here you go," Emily says. "A bathroom is attached to the room. Feel free to do whatever you want, just leave a note if you leave. I'll see you in the morning, love you, night." Emily hugs me before heading down the hall a little more.
"Night," I respond as I close my door behind me. I'm already in pajamas so I merely place my Züca in a corner and my huge duffle on top of the dresser before pulling my pillows out of my bag and throw them onto the bed before hobbling slowly over to the bed and laying down, and totally blacking out.
xmorningx
"Ungh," I groan as the light filters through my eyelids. I roll onto my back and pull my pillow over my face, blocking out the light. I reach onto the nightstand and find my cell, holding it close to my face to see it.
Two-forty-five-pm my phone reads. Woah, I've been sleeping that long? I think to myself. I feel a warm breeze hit my bare left leg as I sit up, slowly taking in my surroundings.
There were deep red sheets surrounding my body and very natural looking beige walls. There was mahogany furniture around the room along with two doors, one to the hallway, and the other, I'm assuming, to the bathroom.
I sigh and get out of bed, heading for the bathroom. I glance one in the mirror before giving up on my hair and just pulling it up into a sloppy ponytail. I wash my face and brush my teeth before re-applying a fresh, thin layer of makeup: eyeliner only.
Satisfied with my work, I slowly begin to hobble out to the kitchen, where I hear plenty of noise coming from.
I quietly walk up behind Emily, who's cooking something delicious smelling on the stove and pause, putting a finger to my lips so the guys surrounding us don't say anything.
"EMILY!" I squeal as I wrap my arms around her shoulders from behind.
"Holy shit! Jesus, Nessa, you really shouldn't give people heart attacks like that," she scolds me.
"Sorry, I just couldn't help it," I grin at her.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I'm an easy target. Oohkay, so these are the boys; Sam, Jacob, Embry, Quil, Collin, Brady, Jared, Seth, and Paul. This is Jareds girlfriend Kim, Jakes girlfriend Renesmee aka Nessie, and this here is Claire, whom Quil should be babysitting right now," she scowls at him as she clings to her ankles, making it impossible to move. "Guys, this is Vanessa," she introduces us.
"Rochester?" Embry asks.
"Don't remind me," I tell him.
"Um…Sorry?" Embry responds. I laugh and look at Emily. "Ooh, Em, by the way, I'm changing my name. I'm no longer going to be known as Vanessa Rochester, the skater. I'm getting rid of it. From now on, I'm Vanessa Mai."
"Vanessa Mai? Where did that come from?" one of the guys ask with a very asshole ish type of attitude.
"Mai happens to be my middle name, thank you very much. Is that a problem to you?" I snap bitchily back as I realize I'm talking to Paul. And then my thoughts totally stop when his eyes meet mine. Honestly, I think the world just stopped spinning.