Stephenie stills own everything Twilight. gggrrrr I own nothing else I reference in here either, especially if it can get me arrested!
A/N: I've had some questions about the twins powers and what they were. That is part of the story. Because their mother died before she could teach them everything, the girls are learning about their powers as they go. I hope it doesn't make anyone mad that I'm playing it close to the chest for now. Thanks again!
Another thank you has to go out to the awesome whyuh for her fuckawesome beta'ing skills!
Enya- Only Time
Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time...
And who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose?
Only time...
Who can say why your heart sighs,
As your love flies?
Only time...
And who can say why your heart cries,
When your love lies?
Only time...
Who can say when the roads meet,
That love might be,
In your heart.
And who can say when the day sleeps,
If the night keeps all your heart?
Night keeps all your heart...
Who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose?
Only time...
And who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time...
Who knows?
Only time...
Who knows?
Only time...
Part 10
Roses and Revelations
(Carlie's POV)
As I pad through my room and fall onto the bed, my phone starts shaking. It's him.
"Hello darling," he greets, a little breathless, "How's your night been?"
"Better now that I am talking to you," I blurt the truth out before I can think of anything more eloquent. "You?"
"Perfect now. I bet you have that effect on a lot of people though," he laughs," I'm probably going to need to invest in a baseball bat here soon since I never plan on another guy getting anywhere near my girl." I love the way he says it.
"My sister talked to Charlie, he's going to be working all weekend because a deputy is going out of town!" I say to him in an excited whisper.
" That's great! I didn't think we'd get lucky enough to get all weekend to be together!" his excitement as fervent as my own. " This is going to be perfect Carlie, I promise."
"I have to tell you something Jake, it's important." I answer in a serious tone. I don't know how he's going to take my sister being in on our secret.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" his voice dripping with concern. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly before answering.
"Bella knows."
Silence.
Crap. What am I going to do if he doesn't want to see me anymore? "Please don't be mad Jake! She knew something was up and got really worried that I was preparing to do something stupid! I had to tell her so she wouldn't worry! I'm so sorry, please don't hate me!" I bent the truth a little, I know, but it was as close as I could tell him right now.
"Oh, Carlie, I don't hate you! I could never hate you!" comes his exasperated response, "I knew it was only a matter of time before she found out anyway. She is your twin after all. Besides, I have something to tell you too. Quil and Embry know about us too, Nessie. After I talked to you at lunch, they held me upside down over a toilet until I told them who I was talking to! I only talked out of self preservation, I swear!" There is no doubting the sincerity in his voice,"Forgive me, please?"
It's my turn to be exasperated. "There's nothing to forgive Jake! Like you said, you only spilled the beans out of a powerful need to survive! I could never be upset about that!" I can't contain my laughter now, though I keep it whisper quiet. "Can they keep their mouths shut though?" I ask.
"They'd better if they value their lives," he replies," Hell, they're just stoked that I got a girl, and an older woman to boot! They are so jealous! And the best part is that they are willing to help us keep this quiet."
"Well, this can definitely work to our advantage then because in two weeks my sister and her friends are planning a trip down to First Beach. There are like, fourteen people going so far. If some of the guys from the reservation happen to show up to mingle with people their own age..." I leave it there, hoping he has figured out what I'm trying to explain.
He picks up on my incomplete thought," No one would think anything out of the ordinary because the kids on the rez are always hanging out with the other kids that come down to the beach! Quil and Embry won't feel cheated with all of the girls to ogle while we're there and you and I might find a way to wander off on our own for a bit without being noticed. Your sister will be able to hang out with her friends without you following her around, but close enough in case her amazing agility makes itself known and she needs to take a trip to the ER." We both laugh at his almost joke, knowing that it is a real possibility. Bella is about as graceful as a one-legged bull in a china shop.
We talk until midnight, at which time we both agree it would be a good idea to actually get some sleep. He promises to call me in the morning and we end our call the same way as the others, not quite saying those words, but getting close enough to convey the emotion they represent.
Friday. It's hell for me. I was a bit cross with Jacob this morning when he called and had forgotten to apologize until after he had said his good morning and hurried off the phone. I am waiting for his call so I can apologize and figure out when and where to meet him the next day. I'm so stressed; my body sits semi-frozen while my mind races. My plans have been laid and I keep wishing I had a fast forward button just so I could get to tomorrow already.
Bella is just the opposite today. She's relaxed and full of good humor whereas I'm the quiet, jumpy one. It's strange to see her laughing so easily over at her lunch table. Allen and Mischa keep asking me if I am okay. I keep telling them that it's just my day dragging, that I'm in a hurry to start my weekend. I'm not lying, but not qualifying the whole truth either.
Lunch is half way over and Jacob still hasn't called. I start to worry if he is okay or if maybe his friend just isn't willing to lend Jake his phone today. Then worse thoughts begin to invade my mind. Has he decided that it wasn't worth the risk? The hassle? I wouldn't blame him. Not really. I'm notorious for being able to screw things up, not to mention I have practically thrown myself at him. Maybe he's reevaluated the situation and come to the conclusion that launching himself into a romantic relationship with a seventeen year old ball of trouble isn't what he truly wants out of his life. I also worry that my bout of crankiness has put him off us seeing each other. After all, who wants to be with someone who is a bitch all the time?
With lunch almost over and still no phone call, I feel myself spiraling downward as doubts fill my head. I need to calm down before I do something stupid. I know I'm prone to over reaction with regular obstacles, and try to hold off a few more insane ideas attempting to make their way into my head now. I excuse myself from Mischa and Allen's increasingly sympathetic stares and slink out to my car for a smoke.
I flip through my CD collection and find one with a soothing, relaxing air and steal glances at the phone approximately every 30 seconds, counting each moment of time with the rhythm of the music.
I know I have messed up somehow. Giving myself over too fast, hoping for him to feel the same way too soon. And he's decided it was too much. I can't blame him, he is only fifteen after all. He is probably more interested in playing football with his friends and thinking of ways to gross out his buddies than being in a relationship with a crazy person who has magical powers, dead parents, and a sister with an obsessive cleaning disorder and still finds room to just dream of just being with him. By the time the bell rang for class, I have myself twisted in to a complicated knot of self-loathing and despair.
My afternoon goes by in a blur of hurt and confusion.
In gym, Bella leaves me alone after I refuse to discuss what's going on, leaving me to stew for a while instead. I sit up on the bleachers, mentally pummeling myself when I hear people talking. The sound is coming from beneath me, under the bleachers.
"I don't understand why he is so interested in that freak, Swan," I hear a girl's voice, "I mean between her ugly mug and her crazy sister, you'd figure he'd have enough sense to keep his distance."
Another girl laughs, "Yeah, did you see the shirt Crazy Swan wore the other day? PSYCH WARD? I wonder if they handed those out while she was staying there." A jumble of nasally laughs. I can feel the hair rising on the back of my neck, but I strain to hear more.
"I don't know about you, but watching Eric and Mike make complete idiots of themselves over the Ugly Duckling is pretty funny," one states.
"Yeah, but I saw the look on your face when Tyler said hi to her in the hall this morning Lauren." A snicker.
"Fuck you, Ashley," More laughter. "Laugh now, but what will you do if Jamie starts acting all stupid around her? Or her sister?" Lauren asks.
"Oh, I'd just kick the crap out of her and drag him off to remind him of why I'm the better choice. Then I'll pull out my secret weapon," Ashley answers.
A third girl speaks, "I don't think being able to suck a golf ball through a garden hose can be considered a secret weapon, Natasha."
"Thinking like that is the reason you don't have a boyfriend. For a guy, going down on him is the same as them buying us roses is to us," is the reply.
"Maybe that's why he's so interested in Swan, Lauren. Maybe she prefers to give than receive, unlike some I've heard of," Natasha says and the little group snickers again.
That's it! Say all the shit about me that you want, but DO NOT bash my sister! I jump down from the bleachers and stomp under the supports.
"Hey girls, just wanted to know which one of you would like your ass kicked first today for talking shit on my sister?" I say it in a fake cheery voice.
They stop and stare, shocked that their little meeting had been overheard. I raise my hands in a questioning gesture that indicates 'Well?' The three girls look at me with masks of horror and confusion on their faces. "Maybe I should start with you, Ashley, since you're the one who brought up kicking my sister's ass over the pencil-dicked rodent you call a boyfriend."
I start walking towards her, my hands curling into fists. "Why do you have it out for my sister anyways? Jealous of having to compete with someone who actually has class or are you upset that you'll have competition to get into Bella's pants? Why don't you just run along home and get your dogs to fuck you, like good little bitches." Whoa, did I just say that?
They turn and run. I gather my will and focus it. The one in the lead, Lauren, abruptly trips over her own feet and sprawls onto the floor, her hench-bitches fall on top of her. The way they are squirming is just too suggestive and I'm feeling very naughty at this point.
"Oh my GAWD!" I shriek, "Why are you having SEX under the bleachers?" My voice echoes through the gymnasium and right on cue, one of the teachers comes barreling in, screaming at the top of his lungs.
"What the hell is going on here?" he stops in mid stride. The sight of three teenage girls struggling to untangle themselves probably didn't do any good for his heart, or his eyes. Poor things were doing their best to dislodge themselves from their sockets and get a closer look.
I relax my will and the three girls scramble to their feet, excuses and explanations hurriedly running off of their tongues. I just turn and exit the shadowy hollow, whistling a random tune.
Bella is there waiting. I take her hand and show her what had just transpired. She barely manages to stay on her feet, she's laughing so hard. I chuckle a bit, although the minor distraction hadn't been enough to make me forget why I had been sitting alone in the first place. I drop my hand, and she gives me a questioning look. I just shake my head and move to return to my previous perch.
"Don't worry about them Nessie," Bella whispers, "They are just conceited and well, pissed off, because they were used to getting the attention before us shiny new toys came along."
Ah, good, she'd misunderstood. I don't know what I would've told her if she hadn't.
She sits down beside me and we watch the bumbling interactions of the students, aka the Teenage Mating Dance. She knows I'm still not myself and so she starts pointing out things people do and making sarcastic remarks about them. Bella's not normally that kind of person, but I am and she's trying to get my mind off of my problems. I let her because being in my own head is just too much right now.
Finally, it's time to change and go home. I change at warp speed and go out in the hall to wait for Bella to catch up. As I wait, I see those three in the Gym teachers' office, red eyed and sobbing, while they are being lectured on school rules and whatnot. I can't help but smile.
Serves them right. Just because they think they are entitled to special treatment from the boys and whoever else and treat everyone else like garbage, I am not going to let us go down without a damn good fight.
(Bella's POV)
I want to be mad at Carlie for that stunt she pulled under the bleachers, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I was glad she had put those backbiting girls in their place. The fact that she managed to do it without resorting to violence was just the icing on the cake. I knew it wouldn't have been a good thing for Carlie to get suspended from school her first week here. And though I am sure what they said had upset her, I also knew that whatever snide remarks they made were not the source of my sister's angst. She had been introverted, and withdrawn all afternoon, but she doesn't seem inclined to offer up any information as to why. She had seemed so happy this morning too.
Lunch is when she had changed. She sat with her friends, looking more dejected by the minute. I had just started to get out of my chair to ask what was wrong when she got her things and walked out of the cafeteria. Jacob must have been calling. She always leaves the loud room when he calls. I thought her mood would improve after that, but it has only gotten worse.
Did they have an argument or something? I was sad to see my sister so morose, but know better than to ask her before she is ready to share. So I'll be patient. Like I have any other choice.
She is waiting outside of the gymnasium doors, staring at something. I turn and spot Lauren and her underlings walking the opposite direction.
"Ready?" I ask. She shakes her head at Lauren and nods in my direction. We walk to her car in silence, the unavoidable rain falling down on us again. I missed Phoenix. I missed sun. I missed smelling Mom's failed cooking experiments and Dad's favorite cologne. I missed jumping like idiots on our neighbors' trampoline when I'd stay over there and babysit. I missed feeling safe and warm.
I see four people getting into a shiny silver Volvo as my sister pulls out of the lot; the Cullens. It figures that they would have the nicest car in the lot. Suddenly, my mind conjures the image of Edward Cullen.
Huh? I've only seen him twice! He's probably dropped out of school, stop worrying! I just couldn't shake the feeling that I had something to do with his continued absence.
My sister stops at the store on the way home to pick up a few things. Charlie's working this weekend and she is supposed to go see Jacob, so I assume that she is picking up supplies. She promises again and again that she's not going to be up to anything stupid, just spending time together, getting to know each other better. She is not gone long. She tosses the bags in the back seat and climbs in. She lights one of her menthol's and starts the car.
She finally speaks as we start down the road, "I wonder where that Cullen kid has been all week?"
Agh! Why does she have to pick now to be perceptive? "I don't know," I admit, "I haven't seen him in Biology all week. Probably quit school or something." I focus on removing an invisible speck of lint from my pants.
"Yeah, well it's no big loss Bella, he was an asshole," my sister half-smiles, looking at me sideways as she turns the car onto our street. I get the feeling she's not just referring to Edward Cullen, but keep my mouth firmly closed.
She takes her purchases upstairs while I start the hunt on what to make for dinner. Comfort food.; I find the ingredients to make fried chicken and get to work. A little while into prep, Carlie appears beside me. I scoot over and she begins helping.
Cooking made us both feel better. We got that from Mom. Mom was a creative cook and while not all of her creations were edible, she loved to cook and, in turn, passed it to us. We never ventured into the truly bizarre dishes she did, but we were good at what we did cook.
I'm frying the chicken as a pot full of cubed potatoes and water float onto a burner. I hear the switch turn on before I get a chance to do it. I glance over and Carlie is turning back to work on the salad. I focus on a cherry tomato sitting in the sink and fling it at my sister's head. It actually hits! I can't keep myself from chortling evilly as she faces me while rubbing the back of her head. She half-glares, half-smiles at me and goes back to work.
This time I focus on a slice of cucumber. It hits her cheek with a soft slap! and sticks for a second before sliding down her face. I hear her sounds of disgust as she tosses the slice in the trash. She walks to the fridge and I hover the salad bowl just out of reach of her fingers. When she returns with the cheese and sees the bowl is missing, she puts her hands on her hips and gives me the death-glare. I just shrug and continue watching the chicken. I hear her pull one of the chairs over and climb up on it. I hold back a snicker as she retrieves the bowl. I move it every time she turns her back to it and soon I hear a hiss of frustration and suddenly I am covered in leafy vegetables. It's on after that.
We spend 10 minutes flinging the ruined salad through the air at each other, giggling like idiots the whole time. The vegetables are turning different colors as we vie for control of them. I turn them neon pink, she turns them lime green. The kitchen now resembles a horrid salad explosion. Then we hear a car door slam and footsteps coming up the walk. The salad drops to the floor briefly before I will it into the trash. Carlie uses her will and calls all of the food off of us and it follows the rest into the trash. We're still filthy and laughing when Charlie stomps through the door, but the worst of the mess is gone.
Charlie looks at us and shakes his head, "What is this? Full contact Iron Chef or something?" His question sets us off on another round of laughter. He gives one last look and goes upstairs to change out of his uniform and get a shower.
We get ourselves under control and quickly finish dinner while Charlie is bathing. He looks slightly afraid when he returns to the kitchen, but all traces of our food fight have disappeared and my twin and I are scooping food onto our plates. He doesn't question how we managed to get things clean so quickly as he takes his usual seat at the head of the table. For now, we are almost happy.
We have made the first steps in becoming a family again. More than I'd hoped for, more than I'd dare to dream. A realization hits me as the three of us sit and laugh over dinner; WE can do this. We can make it after all. That alone made me smile so grandly it almost hurts. Almost.
After dinner, we sit in the living room with Charlie and watch some sitcom. I'm really not interested, but Charlie's been feeling guilty about leaving us girls alone all the time, so we sit and watch. About 10:30 I let out a huge yawn and announce that I am going to bed. It's been a long, exhausting week and I'm looking forward to the less hectic weekend. I trudge up to my room, pull on the pj's and put my iPod on before lying down with a book.
Ah, silence is bliss.
(Carlie's POV)
I watched my sister walk upstairs and decided to take a cue from her. We had been watching tv with Charlie to appease his guilt, but I was tired and just wanted to put this day behind me. I was still worried about what to make of Jacob's non-call at lunch and was desperately hoping he would call me soon. Even if it was just to tell me that he's decided not to be with me after all.
I will my scented candles to light as I enter my room, not wanting to bother with the headache inducing lamp's eerie light. I strip off my school clothes and slide into my pajamas and sit down on the bed to free my hair from the two small braids on either side of my face. I'd had the Jacob/Chief dream again last night. That's why I had been snarky with the real Jake, I had been to the part where I was riding on the red wolf's back again and was peeved to be shocked out of it.
Jake.
My eyes steal a glance to my phone. Should I try to call his house? My fingers inadvertently twitch at the thought. But what if Billy answers? What would I say?
'Hi, I'm Carlie, sorry that I'm calling in the middle of the night, but I need to know if my boyfriend is mad at me'?' Yeah, I could do that. If I wanted to end up in jail, and have Jacob grounded until he graduated high school. So calling was out of the question. I brushed my long mane into near submission and was staring out into space when I hear a tinkling sound on my window.
Great, sleet or hail. The weather gods must have a big beef against Forks, Washington. I hear the sound again. I get up and move to the window. Down in the darkness, I see a figure move it's arm.
What the hell? I open the window and stick my head out. A small pine cone whacks me in the nose. Now I'm in pain and pissed off. I'm going to kill whoever this is.
"What?" I growl.
"Oh, sorry! Carlie?" I hear a familiar voice call my name, "Carlie please say that's you or I'm in a lot of trouble."
My heart leaps into my throat and my anger evaporates. "Yeah, it's me. Stay there, don't throw anything else. I'll be right out." I shut the window as quietly as I can. I throw my boots on and grab my hoodie before sneaking downstairs, keys in hand, wallet in my hoodie pocket.
I slide out the back door, down the steps, and into his waiting arms. Part of my mind reminds me that I have questions, but I can't remember what they are. They don't really matter, he is holding me against him, and I'm breathing in his woodsy scent. I could feel his lips against my head, my cheek, every where he could reach as I did the same. Finally, our lips meet and the world falls away. I can't tell you how long we stand there, worshiping each others lips, because time doesn't dare restart until we pull apart, gasping for air.
He wraps his arm around my waist and whispers in my ear, "Come with me." His hot breathe raises goose bumps on my skin and I simply nod.
I don't care where we are going, even as we walked into the woods, following some trail I couldn't see. Soon we break back out of the underbrush and my car is sitting there on the side of the road.
"How?" I inquire.
"I stole your sister's key. I remembered that your car was a stick shift and I could push it down the road some so you wouldn't get caught starting it. I put the key back on her key ring before I came out to throw stuff at your window," he chuckles as I rub my nose.
Stupid pine cones. "How did you get in the house?"
He shrugs., "The back door was unlocked. Talk about luck! I thought a guy like Charlie would have that place locked up like Fort Knox with having two teenage girls in the house!"
I open the driver's side door and there is a single red rose on the seat. My memory flashes to the hags under the bleachers for a moment. My Jacob isn't like that. I smile and pick the rose up before climbing in.
Jake has a sheepish grin on his face sitting beside me. "I thought I could surprise you with it at your window, but I realized you wouldn't have been able to see what it was so I left it here that way it would be the first thing you saw when you opened the door. I hope it's not cheesy." His eyes look down and his cheeks turn the cutest shade of red.
I lean over and kiss him lightly, "I love it. I don't care if it's cheesy or not. It's from you and that matters more to me than anything." He smiles my favorite smile and pulls me against him, lips crashing against mine once more. My boyfriend, the burgeoning juvenile delinquent, had done all of this for me.
After he lets me go, gasping yet again, I start the car and ask where we're headed to. He directs me to a place only a few miles away, telling me he'd rather I took the car so I don't get cold along the way. I park behind some overgrown foliage and we walk down a trail holding hands. He seems so eager, but not wanting to spoil our time together, he walks slowly. I also have a sneaking suspicion that he's afraid I'll be as clumsy as my sister. He's not too far off the mark. He has to save me twice from hidden roots growing across the trail. My breath catches every time he touches my body, but he doesn't seem to notice.
We finally come to a concrete and steel pavilion. It has three walls to protect it from the weather. One wall has a fireplace/grill area, while another wall is unadorned except for some graffiti that's almost completely faded away. There are three thick, wooden picnic tables as well. He walks me around the tables and I see an old blanket spread out on the concrete floor along with a small cooler and a rolled up sleeping bag.
"I figured it would be nice to sit and have a conversation that is outside of a car or over a telephone, and I couldn't wait until tomorrow. It was killing me being away from you," is his only explanation.
We sit down on the blanket, backs to the wall. It's not so bad. The wind is off of us and so is the rain. "There's another way here that you can take the car on so next time we can park it right in front of the shelter," he says as he takes my hand in his, "I'd rather you drive it in the daylight a few times before trying to drive it in the dark, just so you don't hurt yourself or the car."
"That sounds like a good idea," I snuggle closer to his warmth, " I'd rather not go and kill my car so soon after getting it. That would mean almost two years of useless car payments." He snickers and I elbow him lightly in the ribs. "What's so funny about that Jake?"
He shakes his head, "It's actually not funny, but I can see the temper tantrum you would throw over that! Remember, I caught a little taste of that temper this morning?"
My face burns as he mentions it. "Yeah, sorry about that. You woke me up from a very good dream though Jacob."
He pulls his hand away and wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer, "Could a guy get lucky enough to hope it was about him?"
I plant a kiss on his chest, it's the only place I can reach while locked in his arms,. "It was most definitely about you. My dreams are always about you," the heat of my blush doubles as I reveal it. I feel his lips on my scalp. Neither of us are willing to move so we sit like that for a while.
Finally he whispers, "I dream about you too. Every night since we met."
For hours we sit and talk. And kiss. His lips are heaven. Like a drug. By the time we drive back to my house and I hide him in my closet until Charlie leaves, I know I am addicted. After we hear Charlie's cruiser pull away, I ask him if I should take him home and he tells me no, his dad thinks he is staying at Embry's. So we sit and talk on my bed until my head spins, making we wobble.
He pulls me into his arms. " You're exhausted, Nessie! Why didn't you say something?"
I shake my head, trying to clear the fog, "It's nothing. It'll pass. I just don't want to waste any of my time with you by sleeping."
He presses a kiss onto my forehead, "Fat lot of good you'll be if you just fall asleep on me as soon as we get to the rez, why don't you get a few hours and then we'll go?"
I consider that for a bit, and ask, "You'll be here when I wake up?"
He nods against my head, "Yes, I will be here when you wake up. Hell, you might even have to wake me up." My whole body shivers at the thought of waking up in his arms.
"I'll set my cell phone alarm to go off at," I check the time, "eleven o'clock. That will give us at least four hours so neither of us are zombies when I meet your friends, deal?"
He nods, "Deal." Then, without letting go of me, he manages to tug the blankets up over us both as we lay down on the bed. He lies on his back and pulls me to his chest. It feels so good, being wrapped in his embrace. I feel him lay his cheek against my head. That's the last thing I remember.
(Bella's POV)
I knew my sister had sneaked out when I woke up at five am to get a glass of water and happened to look out my window. Her car was missing from its usual spot. I went to the bathroom and when I came back, the car was in the driveway. I tip-toed to my sister's door and pressed my ear against it. She was whispering to someone and then there was quiet laughter.
Great. First weekend here and she manages to sneak Jacob Black into her room. If Charlie comes up, we're both toast. Ugh. I promised that I would give her a chance to prove this one was different and if I let her get caught, she'll be furious with me for the rest of our natural lives. So instead of going back to my warm bed, I put my slippers on and walk down to the kitchen, jonesing for a cup of coffee.
By the time Charlie wanders upstairs to fill his travel mug, I have it filled and ready, along with a sausage biscuit to take with him. He gives me a brief hug, gathers his belongings, and heads out the door. I pour myself a second cup and walk back upstairs, not liking the chill air and yearning for my warm comforter.
I listen at Carlie's door again; still just talking, no sounds of other, illicit activities, so I move on back to my room. I sit under my covers and read, half expecting to hear footsteps going down the stairs and out the door, but they never do.
At eight, I get up to refill my mug and go and check on my sister. Her door is locked, so I will it open and find a disturbing and yet innocent sight. My sister is sleeping on Jacob's chest, a little smile tugging at both of both of their lips. He has one arm behind his head and the other is wrapped almost protectively around my sister's waist while she has a hand placed over his heart. They are both under the blankets, but there are no signs of undress other than their shoes resting side by side at the foot of her bed. I was about to wake them both up to ask them what the hell they were thinking until I saw that.
Something looks so right about that little sight. My angry words die in my throat. I retreat as quietly as I am able, I notice a single red rose in a little vase on her nightstand. Cute. I stumble over my own feet as I reach the door. I freeze. Neither wake, though Jacob turns to face my sister and puts his other arm around her, his face burrowing into her hair. I swear I hear him whisper 'I love you' into her hair as he settles once more.
I close the door and lock it. I lay my head against the cool wood frame.
She was right. This is different. What I just witnessed seems as natural as breathing and as innocent. I find myself wishing I could have that too. Edward Cullen flashes through my mind again. I shake it off and continue my trek downstairs to obtain another infusion of coffee. That's how my morning goes; upstairs for reading or homework under the warm blankets, occasional trips to the kitchen for caffeine. I hear them start moving about around eleven am. I don't burden them with embarrassment by going out and talking to them.
I hear a rap on my door, "You awake sis?" Carlie's voice is muted, expecting trouble.
I put my Trig homework down, "Come in, Nessie." She slips in the door and stands in the middle of the room, ready for my barrage of accusations and threats.
I let her sweat it out for a few minutes before asking a simple question. "Sleep well?" Her eyes grow big for a moment. She knows that I am aware of what has transpired now.
She nods, "Yeah, thanks for letting us sleep in. We were up talking all night. I swear nothing happened, well, he kissed me, but that was all." She raises her hands in defeat.
I nod, still compelled to believe her, " I believe you, but next time you pull a stunt like this, we talk about it first. That wasn't fair to me. I would get in trouble too you know."
She nods, " I really am sorry. I didn't know, I didn't plan this. I was in my room, getting ready for bed and I heard something bounce off my window. I opened it just in time to get smacked on the nose with a pine cone and it was him. We went outside for a while and talked, but it got so cold and we didn't want caught by Charlie, so I offered to take him home. He said no. His dad thinks he stayed at a friend's house and isn't expecting him home until tonight, so we came back here. Just to talk. Then I got dizzy and he laid down with me. I set the alarm so we wouldn't sleep all day and-"
I cut her off, " I don't need every single detail Carlie, geesh. I'm glad you're telling me and all, but isn't Jake waiting for you two to go have your day out together?"
She smiles and nods. Then she bounds over to the bad and catches me in a big hug. " Thank you, thank you, thank you! If' I'm ever mean or rude to you ever again-,"
I wave my hand, "I know you're back to normal. Now go before I have a chance to change my mind. And have fun."
Her head tilts to the side, " You could go with us, meet Quil and Embry too. Come have fun with us. Who knows, you could end up dating a big Indian yourself," she winks as she says 'Indian.'
I shake my head, "Oh no. I'm staying out of this crazy scheme. I'm probably going to go down to the library and do homework. Normal day for me. At least I won't have you bugging me every five minutes this way." She hugs me again and bounces down the stairs.
I hear "Love you Bells!" right before the front door closes. I pick my homework back up and settle in for a quiet weekend.
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