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Chasing Purple

A Covenant Fanfiction

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"Late night snack, Isabella? Tsk. Tsk."

I almost dropped my mint chocolate icecream at the sudden noise, whirling around to find my older sister, Candice Waters, giving me her signature smirk. She must have just gotten in, I thought with a smile.

"Hey," I said gently, sitting down my treat on the table, bringing her into a hug. Candice Waters was my older sister by five years, and she was studying out of state, so I never really saw her much with the exception of holidays, and summer, of course.

I pulled back from the embrace, and gave her a look over. Candice was no doubt freakin' beautiful. With long, wavy dirty blond hair, and these beautiful hazel eyes, plus, she was like, the perfect height.

I bet she had those boys catering to her every need.

"You look great," she commented with a amuse smile, taking a seat next to at the table, giving me a glance over.

I snorted, taking another bite out of the icecream. No, Candice-dear, I did not. I glanced down, and shook my head inwardly, looking great, my ass. I was wearing light pink sweatpants, with an oversize dark blue hoodie with the name Tyler Simms on the front, and Spencer's Swimming on the back in white letters.

"…So…who is he?" she asked after a couple moments, and I snorted again, how'd the hell did she know?

Stupid older sisters knowing everything, I thought, while answering her question.

"Nobody."

I could feel Candice rolling her eyes next to me, practically, "You and I both know that's a lie."

I sighed loudly, sitting down my icecream again, and turned to her, "Tyler Simms." I said weakly, and she cocked an eyebrow.

"The Simms? Wow. You scored big time, Bella!" she smirked, and I groaned into my hands.

"Thanks, I think…" I mumbled, and Candice rolled her eyes again. "Alright… what's the problem?

I pursed my lips, how the hell does she know there's a problem?!

"…He has a girlfriend… and he's one of my best friends…"

Wow. I sure do spill my guts a lot.

"Oh…" she patted my on the back, "don't worry. You'll get him." she gave me an encouraging smirk, and I couldn't help but groan again.

I didn't even know how to take the situation, and I wasn't even sure if I wanted to 'get' him. I was still in shock, and hell, my emotions were going crazy.

God help me…

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Normal POV

"…Wow Tyler, you have a lot of gore, and horror," Emma commented airily, tracing her finger along the stacks of DVDs. She herself, despise gore, and horror. It was stupid in her opinion.

Tyler, who had just recently came in with a big bowl of popcorn, shrugged, "Half of them aren't even mine," he said with a smile in his voice, popping some popcorn in his mouth. It was 10PM, and the two decided to stay in the rest of the night, and watch DVDs.

Emma furrowed her eyebrows, "Well… who's are they?" she asked, smiling happily when she saw the movie 'Notebook'-- that's the perfect movie she thought, placing it in the DVD player.

"Isabella's," he said quietly, and Emma glanced over at him at the sudden change of mood.

"Isabella Waters…?" she asked curiously, she had the girl in her fifth period class, and sat two seats down from her.

Tyler nodded stiffly, "That's her." swallowing the huge knot in his throat, he decided to change the subject, "What movie did you pick?"

"Notebook!" Emma chirped excitedly, stealing some popcorn as she sat down.

Tyler mentally groan, Isabella would never even go near that movie. And really, who wanted to watch a chick-flick?

"You don't like horror movies?" he asked a few moments later, and Emma shook her head. "Ew." she laughed. "Never."

Tyler gave her a force smile. "Me neither," he lied, and couldn't help but sigh. This was going to be a long night.

Screw him for being such a gentlemen.

Isabella did say he needed to work on that.

Shaking his head, Tyler forced the brunette girl out of his mind, and decided to focus his attention on the movie.

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At 2AM Mia Garners was woken by her dark red pree-tah cellphone. Was she happy? Hell no. I mean who the hell called at 2AM in the morning?! Isabella and Bridget weren't even right in the head, so they didn't count.

Throwing back her comforter, she climbed out of bed, and admittedly regretted it. It was winter, no shit. And she lived in Ipswich; winter plus Ipswich equals holy hell that's cold!

So she was not happy at all. And she swore if it was Bridget again, she was going to rip her head off, and stuff it in a truck somewhere.

"What?" she hissed into her phone, and she really, really hoped it wasn't who she thought it was.

"Miss me?"

She started twitching.

"Reid," she said, hissing, her left eyebrow twitching slightly. "How'd the fuck did you get my number?!"

"Bella."

That bitch, Mia thought, traitor!

"That's nice," she said in a fake sugarcoated voice, "but I'm sleepy, and I hate you, and buh-bye!"

"Wait!" Reid exclaimed, and Mia sighed, wishing she had just hung up her phone.

"What?!"

"You. Me. Tomorrow."

"No," Mia said sternly, good God, he called at 2AM in the morning to ask her out on a date?! The bastard!

She could practically feel the smirk in his voice, "I'm just going to keep calling, and asking."

Mia sighed, looking towards her bed. Oh, her sweet, soft, comfortable bed. How she missed it.

Gulping down her pride, the hazel-eyed girl couldn't believe what she was saying. "Fine."

"Good. 7'o clock. Be ready." with that he hung up, and she wasn't even going to ask how he got her address.

Stalker, she thought, as she climbed into her bed, but whatever. She would deal with him tomorrow until the mean time-- she was getting some sleep.

End of Normal POV

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"Do it!" Bridget urged the next afternoon, and I rolled my eyes, shoving her off my bed.

"Ow!" she called from the floor, and I just sighed, propping myself on my elbows.

"Oh, c'mon. What's the worst that can happen?" she asked optimistically, sitting herself in my computer chair, "Caleb said the best way to deal with this situation is to talk Tyler."

I blinked, "You talk to Caleb?"

She waved her hand in the air, "That's besides the point, now, go talk to Tyler."

I pouted. "No," I said childishly, crossing my arms over my chest.

Bridget stood up, dusting herself off, looking at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "Okay. Bye then."

"What the hell are you going to do?!" I called after her-- I never got an answer.

Two hours later:

"Hey sis!" I looked up from the TV, to spot my little sister (aged: nine - name: Natalie)

"What?" I grumbled lazily, and she gave me a toothy grin. "There's some weird, creepy blond dude at the door for you."

I deadpanned. "Riiiiiiiiight," I stressed out, sighing, I might as well go see what Reid want. Following my sister to the front door, I found one Reid Garwin smirking.

Oh god, help us all.

"What do want?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, giving him a daze look.

"C'mon!" he pulled at my arm, dragging me out the front door, "We're going to go see baby boy!"

"What?! No!" I exclaimed, attempting to pull my arm out of his grasp, I wasn't ready to see Tyler, but of course, this went deaf against Reid's ear.

"Yes. And we got to hurry-- I have a date with Mia at seven, so c'mon!" with that-- he threw me over his shoulder, and stuff me in what it looked like to be Caleb's car… and wait-- did he just say he had a date with Mia?!

"This is kidnap!" I yelled, as he shoved me in the backseat, getting in his self.

"No it's not!" he retorted back, and I looked towards the front seat, seeing an amuse Caleb, and a smirking Bridget.

"This," I snapped, glaring at the back of Bridget's blond head, "is your plan?"

"Yup!" she chirped, "Isn't it great?"

I turned to Caleb, "Aren't you suppose to be the smart one?!" he just shrugged in return, and started to back out of my driveway.

I leaned back in my seat, my arms crossed over my chest; I didn't even want to see Tyler, damnnit!

"Aw, c'mon, Bella! Cheer up!" Reid put his arm around me, and I tried to bite his hand off.

God. I seriously wish I could just crawl up in a hole, and die.

Stupid annoying peoples.