Yay! I know, I'm AWFUL, but wanna know something? I had graduation exams, got sick AGAIN(I hate my immune system, by the way), and have been working on a few other stories. But yay! I typed this all up, send it to my beta, then got it back and ready to roll in like, a day and a few hours. And you're pretty much assured a new chapter no later than the 19th, but I won't promise before that.
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Oh, and thanks LMD(Lucas McDrake), for finding my awful spelling and grammatical errors before I put this up. THANKS!!! Oh, and thanks to my many reviewers, on-site and anon.
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Dinner time in the Swan house: Indescribable. Charlie and Bella were quiet, Renee and Emmett were bubbling over with absolute randomness, and everyone else-well, we enjoyed to show. For dinner Renee had picked up Chinese take-out from Port Angeles, and between Emmett losing patience with his chopsticks and instead stabbing his food and Charlie grunting in protest when Renee tried to feed him steamed vegetables, we were all thoroughly enjoying ourselves, forgetting about the injured friend we had a few miles over. That is, until Charlie cleared his throat.
"Kids, Leah wasn't just put into shock," he said quietly, once we'd quieted down. "She... She was thrown from the vehicle, through the windshield."
I caught my breath, as did a few others I was too preoccupied to recognize.
Rosalie, her voice sttrangled form lack of breath, spoke first, having been the closest to Leah of all of us. "Is she- was she-"
Charlie patted her hand awkwardly. "She's alive, a real fighter Carlisle said. But she suffered quite a blow, and when the EMT's arrived on the scene she was unconscious, and when they brought her to she wasn't responding to any of their questions."
"So was does it mean? Did they figure anything out?" Edward asked.
"I went to the hospital with Harry and Sue, and Carlisle said she suffered a concussion and they were going to check for amnesia," Charlie said, taking a deep breath, then giving a reassuring smile. "She'll be okay, hopefully. We just have to wait. Now, what do we have for dessert?"
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Emmett and I volunteered to clean the kitchen after dinner- me because I wanted to make up for the whole being-caught-making-out-with-the-house-owners'-son-in-said-son's-bedroom thing, Emmett because I volunteered and he had nothing better to do.
I ran one side of the sink full of hot, soapy water, placing the dishes in it, then carefully washing them while Emmett cleaned the table and counters.
"So... What do you think about Leah?" I asked him softly, placing the last dish in the drain and turning to face him. He was obsessively shining the table, failing to realize every time he wiped one place, he rested his left hand on the table and smudged another. I hid a giggle, assuming he'd be more likely to share his more emotional side when he was preoccupied; not that he really ever had problems expressing emotion to me, but better to be prepared than pushed away.
"I don't know. I'm worried about her, but... I know she'll be okay," he said quietly. "But I can't help but think..."
"Think what?"
"I feel a little worse for Sam, because he has to live with knowing that..." Emmett pondered, then hesitated, finishing just a little too quickly, "That his girlfriend is hurt."
I didn't press, but something inside screamed at me, He's lying!
I said, instead, "I'm going to go get the shower before Jazz, since someone hogged it this morning," I said, shoving him playfully. I felt a little let down, not being able to get it all out of him, but I supposed that lightening the mood would help a little, since neither of us were all that great with semi-depressing topics. I stopped at the door and turned to him. "Try wiping without putting your hand down."
He looked confused for a moment as I turned to leave, then I heard an almost inaudible, "Dammit..."
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So, I'll admit it, I'm just a little nosy. Okay, a lot nosy.
But it's not my fault Emmett's toiletry bag just happened to be sitting out, and I just happened to drop my hairbrush near it, and I just happened to peek inside...
Okay, so I had a sudden burst of curiosity and looked in it just because. But I mean, it wasn't like I was going through his E-mail or text messages. I mean, all that was in there was Head and Shoulders 2-in-1 head and body wash, Colgate Total, a toothbrush, and a bottle of Axe. Vice... So the mystery was revealed. I knew my new favorite scent, and I fully intended to get a mini-bottle next time I was in the body-spray aisle. Don't judge me...
Anyway, when I got downstairs, the guys were in a full-out war. AKA, wrestling while Bella and Rosalie held their stomachs laughing so hard. I decided to be stupid and help Jasper take down Edward by jumping on Edward's back, but that dream was cut short when Edward decided to fall backwards, so my options were get crushed, or land on Rose and Bella. Guess which one I picked?
Soon, we were all in a full-out, flying-projectile, every-man-for-himself war. As I pelted Rose with some Swedish Fish, I took a Twinky to the head, aimed by none other than Emmett. I smiled sarcastically, then tackled him, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "Special spot?"
He smiled and jumped up before I had a chance to stand, knocking me to the ground. He went first, as per usual. He'd go, I'd wait ten minutes, then go, and we could hide for hours. I finally got away, to the Swans' storage building in the backyard, where there was a large old claw foot tub, yellowed with age, and out of use for years. Emmett was already sitting in the tub with his legs dangling over the side, eating out of the bag a Swedish Fish I'd been using as ammo. I climbed in and accepted the handful of sticky red gummies he offered.
"So," he said, breaking the silence.
"So..." I said, trailing off, waiting for him to start a topic.
"Do you remember," he said suddenly, "when we were little-like little-little, when footy pajamas were cool and going a day without changing a pull-up got you an ice-cream cone- and would run in here and act like this was a castle, and we had to hide from the dragon and invaders, and you would be the princess and I would be the knight that saved you?"
I smiled and nodded. "And when Renee and Esme would come in and find us asleep, cuddled together, and when I woke up at home, I'd cry because I didn't know where you went." Darn, even as a child I would cry over a guy.
"Do you ever wish we were little again?" he asked, taking my hand and rubbing circles into the back of my hand.
I thought for a moment-about the adventures, talk of the future, and ignorance to heartbreak-then looked at him seriously and said, "No."
"Why not?" he asked softly.
"Because if we were little, we wouldn't have lived through what we already have. We wouldn't have grown up, we wouldn't have gone through the trials we have, and..." I cleared my throat. "We wouldn't be together."
He smiled, then leaned over and kissed me softly. "True, but this thing was more comfortable back then."
A/N: Again, I am not from Forks, or even close to it. Please, feel free to point out dialect mistakes and such. And take a moment to review, then go check out my poll. Super smily time!!!
~Sidney
