IMPORTANT: FOR THE LONGEST TIME FANFICTION WOULD NOT LET EITHER OF US UPDATE "ALL MIXED DOWN". THE STORY WOULD HAVE BEEN OUT A LOT SOONER IF THIS HAD NOT HAPPENED. VERY SORRY!
Dear readers,
This is Adrianna. It's been a long, long time since Rachel, or I have updated. But with High school, and other things we're doing, it's just been so hard. I, the person who was supposed to update, actually forgot about this story. I got a laptop, and the rest of All Mixed Down was on my parent's desktop.
I just want to thank anyone who stuck around…waiting for me to update! I really hope you enjoy…It may seem different, but that's because my writing has changed a little…
Love,
Adrianna, from SpeedyPixie
Rachelle:
I'm very sorry about the over a year wait… Even though Adrianna was the person supposed to update, it's also my fault. I forgot about the story too and could have been reminding her to write. We'll make sure to update as soon as possible from now on. Like Adrianna said, we're busy so it might take a small amount of time to update. Again, thanks to our old fans who are still reading and thanks to our new fans that have just discovered All Mixed Down. Hope you enjoy!
1.We, as in Rachel and Adrianna, do not own the Twilight Saga.
2.We though, in fact, own Ashley, Tiffany; their grandparents, and any other future characters that we may add…
3.Enjoy. Reviews apperciated
All mixed down
Chapter eight: Doubtful
Ashley's POV
"Nail polish; Pink to be exact," I said while holding up the glossy bottle for Jacob and Paul to examine. Tiffany and I won the bet, and we bought the nail polish from the modern side of the reenactment.
"Hell no," Paul replied, glaring.
"Hell yes." Tiffany glared back, but obviously fighting a smile. "We won the bet."
"Yes we did. Now toes and hands please!" I called, sitting down on the small wooden stool, hoping my painting skills weren't to rusty. Paul and Jacob only stood there, not budging an inch…well until Tiffany got up and pushed Jacob down.
"Arg!" He yelled, while falling.
"Paul…do you want to be on the ground…or sitting on a seat?" I smiled evilly, waiting for his reply.
"Neither." At that, I jumped up and tried to tackle Paul, only to remember he was much bigger than I was…and strong...
Paul caught me, and cradled me against his chest.
"Nuh- uh baby, I don't think so." He said, grinning widely with his amazingly white teeth. I stared up at his beautiful tan skin, his dark, but soft eyes. I shook the thought out of my mind.
Wait….I'm supposed to be in love with Jacob…not Paul.
"Something wrong, Ashley?" Paul asked, worried.
"Oh-no," I replied and pushed against his chest. "I'm not a baby." He dropped me.
"Paul!" I screamed as I hit the ground. "Ouch."
"Baby."
"Paul, just because you're all big and strong doesn't mean you can go around dropping people. You're getting you're make-up done too." Tiffany said, smiling.
"Hell. No." He glared.
"You hurt me, you have too now." I replied, grabbing Paul's out stretched hand and pulled myself up.
"Do I have to wear make-up?" Jacob asked Tiffany while smiling brightly.
"If you keep smiling like that, then yes," Tiffany grinned as Jacob frowned a very fake frown.
"I still am not doing this." Paul said.
"You made a bet smarty," I said matter-of-factly. Tiffany got out some makeup that we snuck into this boring reenactment. She pulled out blush, cover-up, eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara.
"We don't need all of that; A little blush, mascara, and eye shadow." I said while watching Tiffany set the make up on the table.
"This is going to be hell…" Paul murmured, obviously knowing he wouldn't win this fight.
Paul's POV
"This is going to be hell," I murmured and sat down. It shouldn't have been so bad…I found my soul mate. I should be happy, but the way she looked at me when I caught her…she looked disgusted. Now…I didn't want her to know the pack secret…the wolf shit.
"It's fine Paul." Tiffany said, grinning at me. I glared back.
"Paul, let me see your toes!" Ashley yelled siting on the floor, nail polish in hand. I sighed, slide my shoe off and put my foot in Ashley's lap.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tiffany begin to paint Jacob's foot with the extra bottle of nail polish.
"Gross, you're feet are huge and nasty." Ashley said, obviously joking. I smiled at her. Her beautiful hazel eyes were bright today; her brown straight hair was neatly braided down back. The top was slightly messy from the bonnet she had to wear. Her delicate pink lips were slightly parted as she began to paint my toe nails. She was beautiful…but yet…she still looked doubtful.
"Other foot," Ashley said. I noticed my right foot was now pink. Sighing, I placed the left one in her lap.
"Be happy," I told her.
"Or what will you do?"
"I'll tickle you." She laughed. "Got you to smile," I said, happy with my accomplishment.
"Ashley's easy to make smile." Tiffany said.
"I am not!" Replied Ashley, glaring at Tiffany; even when she was mad, her beautiful eyes shined.
"Fuzzy pickles," Tiffany said with a straight face. Ashley, Jacob, and I burst out laughing. "You all are easy at this!" Tiffany also laughed along with us. Everything seemed so happy for that moment, until a loud boom rang through the camp, and sudden rain poured down on top of us.
Ashley jumped, spilling the nail polish and ending up in my lap. I wrapped my arms around her.
"Afraid?" She nodded and buried her head in my chest.
"Baby," Tiffany mocked.
"Shut up," Ashley replied, squeezing my shirt.
"Maybe we should get you two back," Jacob said, worried. Ashley slowly looked up to him, and then another booming roar of thunder shook the tent. Ashley buried her head in my chest again, and Tiffany was grabbing Jacobs arm.
"Or they stay with us." I said, squeezing Ashley. She may have been disgusted with me before, but now I bet I was her hero.
"I think that's fine…" Tiffany murmured, looking at Jake.
"We have extra blankets, and pillows…but only two beds," he replied, looking back at her.
"Anything's fine." I heard Ashley say, still buried in my shirt. I could feel tears leak through my shirt.
"Shhh, its ok…" I whispered, stroking Ashley's light brown- red streaked hair. Even crying, I could tell, she was beautiful.
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