The next morning, I was awakened by light pouring into my room and my covers being ripped from my sleeping form. I groggily turned my head to the side to look at my click; nine thirty am. Groaning, I turned and faced those who had woken me from my profound slumber; Embry and Quil.
The two stood smirking at me; Quil still had my sheets in his large hand. Embry, on the other hand, stood by my bay window, the one curtain still grasped in his fist. I sighed and flopped back down on my double bed. The two boys snickered from a sudden bump in my, sort of small, walk in closet.
I raised my eyebrow at the boys and looked back to the closet. Looking around my room, I noticed that the suit case was missing. The boys laughed again and I was starting to get scared.
"Dad!" I screamed.
Within seconds, Sam was standing in my doorway with a worried look on his face. He looked at me and then looked at the two boys in my room. They were both still smirking as Sam crossed the floor until he was sitting on my bed beside me.
"What's wrong Samantha?" concern filled his voice.
"Why is my suitcase missing?"
"You don't care that there were two teenage boys in your room, while you were sleeping. Yet, you worry about the place in which your suitcase is?!"
"Duh!"
Sam looked at me again before sighing and shaking his head.
"You're really strange, you know that?" he said quietly, standing up and walking over to my closet.
Moments later, Sam emerged from the closet with my suitcase in his hand and Jacob, with one of my pairs of converse in his hands, behind him. He raised an eyebrow at me while Sam put the suitcase in front of me and left the room.
"How many pairs of these do you own?" he asked, indicating the shoes he held in his hands.
"Um, easily thirty pairs. Why, do you want a pair? I know someone who works at the store back in Toronto. He could give me a discount for a pair for you," I answered as I walked, with my empty suitcase, to my closet.
Jacob looked at Embry and then at Quil. His eyes slightly bulged and his mouth hanging open a bit. I giggled a little and walked over to him to retrieve my black converse from his hands.
I walked into my closet and shut, and locked, the door. Movement was heard from the other side as I stripped myself of my pjs. I threw on a pair of black sweats and a blue tee that said, "Oops, did I hurt your feelings with my sarcasm?"
When I walked out I saw Quil fixing the sheet that was now back on my bed. Embry was seated in front of my window on the window seat. Jacob was leaning against my doorframe, looking down the hall.
"It's Sunday morning, guys, why are you here so early?!" I all but screamed.
"Well, we were at Sam's and your dad called him saying he had to go to work. So Sam decided to come up here and help you unpack, that's why Jacob was in your closet. But, originally, we were planning on going to the beach," Quil said, sitting on my bed.
I nodded my head, absent mindedly, and walked into my bathroom. Slowly, I pulled a brush through my hair before letting my side swept bangs lay over my right eye, and tying the rest of my hair in a loose pony tail on the right side. I brushed a light shade of blue eye shadow over my eyes before brushing my teeth and slipping out of the bathroom.
I trudged into my closet and took out a pair of worn out blue flip flops. I smiled up at the guys, and made my way down stairs. I could hear the boys following me down the steps. Just as I was about to grab the door knob, my brother stepped out of the kitchen with a towel in his hands.
"Where are you headed, Samantha?" Sam's gruff voice amazed me, it never once wavered; ever.
"Out, with the guys, to the beach," I replied, opening the front door.
"Without eating anything for breakfast first?"
"No-"
I was cut off by the three boys rushing past Sam and into the kitchen. He looked at me and a small smirk formed on his lips, in triumph. I sighed and dragged my feet into the kitchen, where the boys had already started to devour most of the food that had been placed on the island.
I took a few pieces of bacon, a spoonful of scrambled eggs, three breakfast sausages, a piece of toast with jam, and a glass of orange juice. Might as well join them, right?
As I ate my third piece of bacon, Sam turned to the boys with a devilish smirk on his face. He was going to poke and ask them what we were going to do today at the beach.
"So, what are you guys doing today?"
"Beach," mumbled Jacob, half mindedly.
"Doing what at the beach?"
Please, please Quil...don't answer that-wait. What are we going to do at the beach?!
"Cliff diving," replied Quil.
My jaw hit the island. Cliff diving?!
