Sorry about how long it's taking to get to Forks, but I want this story to be about them not Bella and Edward. The Cullens and Bella will definitely be involved, but not as much as other characters - hint hint. Please tell me if you wanna be in the story. I want ideas and constructive criticism.
HPOV
When we got to the mall, I was in full fashion mode. I was analyzing a lot of stuff. Galvyn was a darker version of Henry. The similarities in their bone structure was uncanny. He had black hair, tanned skin, and deep, sea green eyes. I could see him in darker shades like eggplant, black, royal blue, and gray. His room would be in the same theme. "Galvyn, would you sleep on a bed or a futon?" I asked. What are you doing? He probably doesn't even know what a futon is!- Tiberius pointed out. I'm trying to feel out his level of intelligence.- I replied. "I like futons better. They're like plushy couches!" he said. I think he may be as smart as we were at this age, he just has the voice of a 3-year-old. - I stated. We walked into Macy's and bought a ton of multicolored jeans and t-shirts. We got him graphic tees, casual shirts, hats, and shoes. Galvyn picked out some sleeping clothes, too. The girls and I ordered the furniture for the bedroom, and I bought the paint and comforter. "You guys could at least try to look happy or even nice!" Cassilla exclaimed. "Well, we're not happy, and we aren't mean, but we're not going to hang around that kid." Henry stated. "Fine! You guys are being assholes! Don't expect any kind of tolerance from us anytime soon," Gabi yelled. But I like the little guy!- Tiberius sent. "How could you be siding with them!" Henry and Corin exclaimed. "Because the little kid has no one left. He needs somebody, and you two are just being ignorant asshats!" he exclaimed. With that being said, Gabi jumped on his back, and Galvyn reached up, asking to be carried. "Come here, little man!" Tibby said, playfully. Vinny started giggling, but the frowns in Henry and Corin's faces just got deeper. "Let's go guys! I'm sure our G-Man is tired," I said. We were all driving home. No one was talking to anyone. I'm pretty sure the girls were thinking about why the guys were acting this way. 'It'll all come out eventually. Nothing stays in the dark for long, especially not with us around.' I said, reassuring myself. "Let's get you to bed," I said, carrying him into my room. All of his things were going to be held in my closet until the room was finished. "Why doesn't those two likes me?" Galvyn questioned, yawning. "Well, honey, they're just being difficult. If you give it time, they'll warm up to you. I'm sure of it," I said, but I wasn't that sure. He started nodding until he was dosing, peacefully. We were asleep for about 2hours when I heard footsteps enter the room. It was Cassilla. "I can't sleep. Corin is on the couch, and Gabi isn't doing anything to Tibby because he actually likes Vin." she explained. "Get in," I whispered. I waited for her breathing to steady before I fell asleep, too. In the morning, I noticed that Galvyn wasn't in bed. Then, I heard footsteps in the kitchen. Walking down the hallway, I snuck through the living room, and went into the kitchen to find Tibby and Vinny making eggs and bacon. "Well, ain't this a purty picture," I drawled in a fake Texan accent. "Sure is ma'am, sure is," Galvyn said, giggling. "Don't you wanna put on some pants?" I heard Henry say from the couch. "No, I wore these shorts yesterday, and you didn't seem to mind." I said, without turning around. I walked into the kitchen, and helped Vinny pour the orange juice. "Chi diavolo si crede sia!" I exclaimed in Italian. "Why is it hat when you're pissed off, you slip into other languages. I mean it's real hot, but no one knows as many languages as you!"Cassy said as she walked in. "Let's eat," I said. Everyone was awake and ready for the day. "When do I go to school?" Galvyn asked. "You're going to go to pre-k next year, when you're 4. Then you're going to kindergarten when you're 5 years old," Gabi told him. "But I wanna -" he stopped mid-sentence and did a burp so impressive even Henry and Corin looked up from their plates. "Dude! Awesome!" they yelled simultaneously. Seemingly coming back to themselves I could see the wheels turning, and I knew they were having a conversation. 'I can't believe they didn't think of this sooner. They could teach Galvyn all of their stuff; it would be like a brother bonding thing! Why are boys so stupid?' I wondered. "You guys are really slow!" I exclaimed, seeing they'd come to a conclusion. "How'd you know?" Corin inquired. "Do you really have to ask that?" I said. "No, because you'll never tell me," he replied, bowing his head. "Exactly," I replied, chuckling. "Let's get dressed! I'm going to bring Galvyn with me today, and we'll trade off during the week." I said. With that, everyone stood and headed to their rooms. "Baby, I'm sorry!" Henry exclaimed again. "I know you're sorry, but that doesn't really mean anything right now. When you finish that room, we talk, but until then- doghouse!" I said. I ignored him the rest of the morning. I got dressed in my black and grey 'Good Girl's Love Bad Boys' Tank Top, my grey skinny jeans, and my black and purple Skytops. I accessorized with my black studded bracelet, purple beanie hat, and grey Classic Q purse. I dressed Galvyn in a black button down with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, a red tie, and a black fedora. He also wore dark wash jeans and red converse. "Let's go!" I exclaimed. "Will I be in all of you're classes with you?" he asked, seeming worried. "Yeah! We'll be together all day," I assured him. "Great!" he said, excited once again. We were driving down the rode to school, listening to music when a song came on. "If you're lost and alone, or you're sinking like a stone Carry Oooon! May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground Carry Oooooon! Carry On, Carry On!" I sang, hearing Vin join in. The song played until we got into the parking lot of the school. "How do you know that song?" I asked, out of breath. "Daddy sang it a lot when he showered." he replied. "Well, I love that song! C'mon little man! It's time for class." I said, picking him up so he wouldn't be trampled. "So, it's off to World History!" he said, taking the schedule from my bag. "You can read?" I questioned, though I wasn't surprised. "Of course! I like reading; it's nice." he said. "Off we go!" I said, yanking Tiberius from his car, and running across the lot to the building. "What's the rush?" he asked once we were inside. "It's about to get windy, and this is Phoenix. No thanks!" I replied. I took out a sketch pad from my bag, and gave Galvyn a pencil. "Here, try drawing," I said. He looked unsure and excited, practically vibrating in his seat. "I'll try," he said, scribbling on the paper. Class was over pretty soon, and Galvyn was asleep by the time the bell rang. "I'm surprised it didn't wake him up," Tibby said, nodding towards the bell. "I know right," I said. Instead of waking him up, I carried his sleeping form to my next few classes. By the end of General Music, he was awake and hungry. "Lee, I'm hungry," he said, whining. "Well if you can help me pack up my stuff, we can go eat sooner," I said. He kicked it into high gear, packing up my stuff before I could even touch any of it. "How'd you do that?" I asked, calmly. "You already know that." he replied. We stared into each other's eyes, and then laughed. "C'mon, walk with me," I said, grabbing his hand. "FOOOOOD!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down. "How much syrup did you put on your pancakes?" I asked. "I don't know! It was only a little at first... then it was a whole lots of it." he replied. 'I guess the sugar is just kicking in.' I guessed.
Italian:
Chi diavolo si crede sia- Who the hell does he think he is.