Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight . I don't own Twilight.
After school, I walk home as usual. I have a date with destiny...or Jared. Which ever term you prefer. I walk into my house. and go upstairs.
Gina is already home, and sitting in the middle of her bed reading. We share a room, so I am definitley going to have to be quiet. I throw my bag on the bed, before my burning curiosity consumes me.
''Hey, Gina,'' I ask hesitantly.
''Hm?,'' she asks as she flips through her book.
''Can you help me get dressed for a date,'' I ask.
That catches her attention, and she looks at me. A smile spreads across her pretty face.
''With who?,'' she persists in her quest to find out the source of my romantic fantasies.
''Jared Thail,'' I smile dreamily.
''Jared Thail,'' she sneers his name ,''You know he's in Sam Uley's little cult, right?''
I'd heard of Sam's cult, but I'd never associate Jared with it. Not in a million years.
''No. He can't be,'' I say. rising off of my pillow and looking her in the eyes.
''Well he is, and you know damn well mom has to approve of who we date,'' she snaps, bringing her book back to her face.
Well this is not good. This is not good at all. Jared is coming to pick me up in three hours, and I am going to expose him to the weirdness of the Conweller family.
There is no time to lose. I walk over to t a pair ofhe closet that I share with Gina. I pull out pairs of jeans skirts, and tops. I threw my shoes onto the bed, and then I stood back to observe my choices.
3 HOURS LATER-
I am dressed and sitting on the couch in the living room by 6:55.
No outfit in the world could make me- Plain-old-Kim-Conweller- beautiful. But at least I look semi-cute. I have on a pair of black skinny leg jeans, a blue, off the shoulder shirt, blue converses, and my hair hangs straight down with a blue headband in it.
He knocks on the door at seven. I jump up and casually walk to the door.
''Hi,'' I breath out.
And for good reason, too. Jared looks great. He's wearing jeans, a black t-shirt, and grey jacket. He has on white gym shoes, and I'd be lying if I said he doesn't look delicious.
''Hey. You look beautiful,'' he smiles.
''So do you,'' I say before clamping a hand over my mouth ,''I mean cute. I mean handsome! Oh, just come in and meet my parents.''
He laughs, and walks in.
''Kimberly,'' my mom begins ,''Who is this?''
''Uh mom, dad...this is Jared Thail. We're going on a date tonight. He wanted to meet you first,'' I explain.
''Nice to meet you, Mrs. Conweller. I'm Jared Thail, and these are for you,'' Jared smiles that breath taking smile that I love so much as he hands my mom a boquet of sunflowers.
My mother blushes hengushes,''Thamk you. I never get flowers anymore.''
This is addressed to my dad, but he's too busy staring at Jared.
''Nice to meet you, Mr. Conweller,'' Jared smiles, before holding out his hand to shake my father's.
''Nice to meet you,'' my dad says.
I can tell he was trying to grip Jared's hand firmly, bu Jared seemed to beat him because my dad flexed his fingers when he was done.
''This is my brother Carson and my sister Gina,'' I say as I introduce him to kids that got all of the beauty genes.
''Nice to meet you,'' he smiles.
''Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you,'' hey said at the same time.
I turned to Jared,'' We'd better hurry or we will be late.''
''Okay. Nice to meet you all,'' Jared says before holding the door for me.
''Bye, Kimberly. Be back before ten,'' my mom says before closing the door behind me.
''So where are we going,'' I ask as we ge in the car.
''No no no,'' he smirks as he gets in his side of the car ,''It's a surprise.''
I groan. I hate surprises, and someone must have old him that because a delighted smirk brightens his yummy face. Wait a damn minute, did I just say yummy?
''I hate surprises,'' I grumble.
''And I hate vegetables, but we both have to suck it up,'' he laughed, and I laughed with him.
We drove for about twenty minutes, talking about little things like school, music, and weird movies. Then the subject of Micha and Seth came up.
''Hey uh...do you know if Micha likes Seth,'' he asks.
''Why,'' I ask eben though I already know the answer.
''He likes her but he thinks she doesn't like him,'' he says.
''How long as he liked her,'' I ask.
''Um...since about third grade.''
''Third grade?,'' I question, since I assumed it was since she changed her look, ''Well I can see why. She's ver pretty.''
''Some girls are pretty, some girls are beautiful. But then there are those girls tha are drop-dead-out-of-your-league gorgeous. I met one of them once.''
I stifle a groan at this. It must be some beautiful girl with mountain range curves, long, thick hair, and amazing eyes.
''What's her name,'' I ask so he thinks it doesn't bother me.
''You'll find out,'' he smiles.
I let it go, because we're at the restraunt and I'm starving.
We walk into the restaurant. The theme is obviously from the fifty's and here's even a jukeox and waitresses on skates.
''Wow, this place is amazing,'' I smile. Hod does he know I have a passion for old fashioned things?
He smiles gently,''I bring my little sister here sometimes. She loves the kid's meals.''
Nice, smart, funny , and great with kids? Marry me!
