Ok, a lot of people are getting impatient, lol
Ok, a lot of people are getting impatient, lol. Leah will find a guy and it will be soon. I promise. Just take a deep breath and continue reading. Because when her Mr. Right does come along, there will be complications, of course! By the way, this is sort of a short chapter…at least compared to my others.
The day had passed by in a blur of activity. Emma and I were cleaning the shop all day so it was spic-and-span when her brother and his wife got here. Apparently his wife has a bit of OCD and she tends to clean everything even if she sees a single dust mote. I had found out today Emma's brother's name is Michael, and his wife's name is Nicole. He was 23 and she 20. They had gotten married a year ago, and together they had a little baby boy named Aiden.
When I got out of my car, I wasn't really paying attention to my surroundings, but all of a sudden, this stench came. Ugh! It was a too-sweet scent, and it sickened me. Vampire scent. What the hell? Didn't I tell Jacob that I didn't want to see them until next week, when I wasn't stressed out? Jacob came out from the trees in his human form, looking apologetic. He came up to me, knowing I was pissed.
"I told them not to come, but I was telling them about what happened last night, and I told them about your guest room and…Alice heard." He said the last part with a bit of humor. He thought this was funny? Why is it so bad that Alice heard?
I stared at him for an explanation. He just gestured toward the house, and brought an even sorrier look onto his face. I walked to my door and opened it. The stench was worse in here. She must be in here. That's great. I just love when people, vampires especially, come into my house without my permission.
Alice was standing in my kitchen with Bella beside her, not looking enthusiastic like Alice. She looked regretful. Alice picked up two cans, and said, "Which color?" Which color? What was she talking about? No! He did not tell them about how I wanted to redo my guest room. Oh my God! I can't and won't let them do this. It's my house. I decide what to do with it.
With my eyes wide with disbelief and my head shaking form side to side slowly, I said, "No, you can't help me do my room."
"Oh, come on! It'll be fun. We can make it however you want, but I want to help you do it," Alice said.
Bella looked at Alice with her brow raised. "See? I told you she wouldn't accept. Alice, you assume way too much. I was smart enough to know that she wouldn't want us to help. Why can't you just accept 'no' for an answer? Just like when you want to go shopping all the time. I don't like shopping all the time, it's so pointless. So why do you keep begging me to go with you. Leah obviously doesn't want help, so just leave her be." Wow. That was a long speech. At least she was standing up for me.
"I beg you because I know that at some point you will break down and go with me. You're way too predictable, Bella. I don't know if Leah will crumble, but I can try," Alice whispered. As if I can't hear her.
"Aww, come on, Leah. You said so yourself that you wanted to redo it. We'll just speed up the process and provide finance and expertise," she begged. Yeah, you also provide that horrible stench in my house.
"No. There's no way I'm letting you pay for this. I don't have the patience for this this week! I have Michael, Nicole and their baby coming this week! Nicole's a total neat freak! She has freaking OCD, she'll see the little microscopic dust pile in the corner! How the hell am I going to manage this and Nicole this week? That's right! I can't! So you'll just have to wait until next week!"
Alice stared at me thougtfully. Her eyes brightened as she perked up. What now?
"I know! If you have a key to the shop, I can go in there tonight and every night this week and clean the shop so that it is totally clean before Nicole gets there! Ooooh! Then I can help you remodel and everything! If you don't want to, then you can just help make the decisions and we can paint and everything for you! Oooooh! I can't wait!"
Hoiw does she do this? She seems to find a way for everything to get her way. No wonder Bella always caved in when Alice wants to go shopping. It's like arguing with a two-year-old. No matter how many times you try to disprove something to them, they always think they are right no matter what.
I might as well give in now. She'll win anyway. That must be why she's so confident. With a long sigh, I looked into her golden eyes and said, "I'm going to cave eventually, won't I?"
Her silvery laugh erupted, and she said, "Well, I can't be sure. You are a werewolf, so I can't see. But I believe that I will."
"Fine. I'm not happy about it. You have to keep your end of the deal-the cleaning part. And might I add that you guys are making my house absolutely reek," I said, handing her the key to the shop. She wouldn't do anything that she shouldn't in there.
"Of course I'll clean it. Every night, scout's honor. I don't know where you work though..." she said. I told her the directions, and began to make myself some quesadillas. I remember when I was younger, I used to pronounce it kwa-za-dil-luz. My family picked on me about it forever.
Alice came into view as I was just sitting down to eat.
"Esme is coming over. She would've been here earlier, but she wasn't sure how you would react. She didn't want to upset you," she said. Esme walked into the room then. She smiled at me and walked over to Bella. I ahdn't noticed her standing there. She looked kind of thoughtful. I wonder what's on her mind.
"What's wrong, Bella?"
"What? Oh, nothing. I was just...um, thinking. About the color we should paint the walls."
"Walls?"
Alice spoke after she sent a glare at Bella, which she didn;t acknowledge. "Well, um, if we're doing one room, shouldn't we do something with these chairs, and the kitchen walls?" What was with people having a problem with my chairs? I liked them.
"No, we're not changing the chairs. That is a definite no. There's nothing wrong with them." Alice looked at them, definitely not agreeing with my last statement.
"Well, what about all the walls? Can we make those a nicer color, other than this...70's cream color."
"God! Can't I make my own decisions anymore? Fine! Change the damn wall color!" I was getting angry. Why can't she just leave me alone to paint my rooms? I couldn't stand here anymore. I took my quesadilla and water and went to my room and shut the door. Slammed it, really, but I made sure I wouldn't break it. I turned on my radio and l tuned it to the country station. The singer was Leann Rimes, and it was a new song of hers called What I Cannot Change. It was an inspirational song. She has such a beautiful, and I tried to immerse myself in the song to calm myself. My therapy worked for me. I stopped shaking, and began to eat again. I continued to listen to the song. What beautiful lyrics:
Yeah I don't know my father
Or my mother well enough
It seems like every time we talk
We can't get passed the little stuff
The pain is self-inflicted
I know it's not good for my health
But it's easier to please the world
Then it is to please myself
All the rest is out of my hands
I will learn to let go what I cannot change
I will learn to forgive what I cannot change
I will learn to love what I cannot change
But I will change, yeah I will change
Whatever I, whenever I can
A/n: ok, so im not one of those ppl who post lyrics to a song into their story a lot, but i couldnt convey the beauty of the song if you didnt know the lyrics. you should look it up on youtube or something. its even better with the melody