I scowled and quickly walked up to Blaise, took her hair in my hand, and yanked extremely hard. Blaise screamed at me, and then I grabbed Cale's bag and chucked it at Miles, hopefully hitting him. "Shut up, both of you!"
That was when my mom stepped in. "Stop it, both of you!"
I let go of Blaise's hair, and she just glared at me. Miles was recovering from the heavy bag that was thrown at him, but he managed to nod.
Mom sighed and shook her head. "I'm tired of you all at each other's throats."
Blaise rolled her eyes and Cale grinned just as a nurse came in. "What's going on? The nurse asked, her eyes wide and frazzled.
"Nothing," Miles muttered. "My head just hurts."
* * *
"C'mon, Addy, live a little!" Miles threw his hands in the air. "I'm free! Can you beeeee-elieve it?" he sang.
I smiled at him, grinning as we drove along the high way quickly, back toward home, which was located in in Tacoma. Miles was finally free, as he had just said, and our mom was already back home with Blaise. I had decided to go back later, with Miles. Cale was trailing in her car behind us, and I could tell she was grinning as I looked in the review mirror.
"Yes, I can beeeee-elieve it!" I laughed, singing out with him.
Miles grinned at me, but then suddenly, his face flickered. "Hey, what'd you and that Embry guy talk about?"
"Nothing. Just Blaise being Blaise," I mumbled, my cheeks flaring with heat.
"Oh, you so just blushed! Spill the beans, sis!" Miles leaned toward me in excitment. "You know you can trust me."
"But, you aren't a girl!" I giggled. "You should be cringing."
"Good point," Miles agreed, cringing. He then laughed, and we went on driving. His face was serious again, and I was suddenly worried. "So, kid, when you planning on leaving home?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. After school, I guess. I'm only sixteen. Why are you bringing this up?" I asked.
Miles shrugged. "I'm thinking of going after school's over."
"Aw, Miles, don't do that! I'll be alone with Blaise!" I cried.
"Well, I'm nineteen. I should already be gone," he told me, his eyes still locked on the road.
"Just because you're nineteen doesn't mean anything," I argued. "You only failed grade two. You're still in highschool."
"Addy, that math was freaking hard!" Miles cried out. "I didn't get it! That's the only reason I failed! I really should be gone, and besides, I want to get out of Tacoma. I want to go to Seattle, or Forks or some place else."
"Miles, you'd have to get a job," I told him, my voice shaky.
Miles scowled. "I know."
I was suddenly intriuged, and I didn't know what to expect, but I let the question out anyway. "Miles, what brought this on?"
Miles sighed, smiling a little. "I don't know, really. Just being in that hospital made me think that I've kind of been wasting my life away, you know?"
I slowly nodded, gulping.
Miles then shrugged. "Don't worry about it, though. I'm not leaving any time soon."
"You better not," I grumbled.
* * *
There was a sudden pounding on my door. "Addy, get your ass out of bed before I break down the door!" Cale's voice thundered.
"Screw. Off," I snarled from under my pillow. She had been standing there for about ten minutes now, trying to get me to wake up early on a Saturday. I grabbed my pillow from off my bed, and threw it at the light wooden door. The sun streamed in through my windows, and it was probably only eight in the morning. I groaned, and flipped onto my back, throwing back the covers. I started at my white ceiling and blinked a few times.
"Aw, Addy, c'mon! Dad finally gave me the keys to his old car, and I want to drive!" Cale whined. "I want you to come with!"
"So I can die too?" I asked.
"Grumpy pants much." Cale was still muttering as I heard a few clicking noises, and then the door opened. Cale was bright eyed and bushy-tailed, and she was in a light sweater and sweat pants.
"How the hell did you get in here?" I asked, almost fully awake now.
"It's called a bobby pin. Use it some time," Cale said, grinning. "Now hurry up. I'm driving you to La Push so we can walk along the beach and eat the ice cream I bought."
Ice cream? La Push? Did she just say ice cream and La Push in the same sentence? I was out of bed and yanking on some clothes as she stood there and laughed at me. I dressed in a flury, wanting both ice cream and La Push.
I wasn't entirely sure why I was so happy, but I could feel a strange fuzzy sensation in my chest. Was it called a crush? I wasn't sure, because I had never had one before.
Once I was done, I ran my finger through my hair, and grinned at her. "Hell yes, I want ice cream!"
"I thought the slogan was 'Hell No, I Won't Go'?" Cale asked as we both exited my cheery blue painted room.
She and I walked down the hardwood hallway, and to the front door, which was right to the left of the hallway. She was hobbling on her crutches, but we managed to make it to the front door without any falls. My house was in a cheery mood, just like I was. Well, now anyway.
"Since when do you pay attention in class?" I questioned, quickly writing down a note to stick on the front door to let my mom and Miles know that I was gone.
"Since your not in that class with me and I was forced because Miss Brun took away my binder so I couldn't write on it. Then she took my sharpies away so I couldn't draw on my cast either." Cale laughed quickly.
I rolled my eyes, placed the note on the front door, and then grabbed the spare key that was on the counter. I followed Cale out into the cool air, and locked the door.
We were going to La Push with ice cream!
Wait. Isn't that where Embry lives?!
Hi!!!
Ugh, this Chapter is just a little congomeration of things, and it's kind of crappy. But hopefully the next one will be better!!
I'm having Writer's Block on all of my stories at the moment, which doesn't help my poor frazzled brain, because my ankle has been acting up, and I'm just plain tired of my cast.
I better go; going to try and update one more story.
THANKS FOR READING!!
~Sun
