I am trying to make all of the chapters long, because I re-read mine, and have you guys noticed how short they were? Ugh….
Oh, and no. I don't own Twilight, but I do own Bree, Greg, Kayla, and Mr. Hail!!
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I took the information I had and ran with it.
Once I was in the house, people pounced me with questions.
"Why is it glowing?" "What the heck is it?" "Why can you only see it?" "Will Emily be okay?" "Will she still be able to cook?"
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Yes, Emily will be okay," I said to calm Sam down. Man, wolves and their imprints.
"What is it?" Jake asked while stuffing a Twinkie in his mouth.
I shifted uncomfortably. "Uh, not my secret to tell."
They were about to continue further, but I reminded them that they all had secrets that was theirs and some of them that were not their secrets to tell and I could not betray that blah, blah, blah, etcetera, etcetera.
"Well, I am going to bed," I announced and started going up the stairs.
"Hey wait!" Seth called up to me.
My heart went into over-drive for the second time today! Jeeze, this boy is going to give me a heart attack!
"yes?"
He rubbed the back of his head. "You wanna go to the beach tomorrow or something, then get something to eat?" he asked hopefully.
EEEPPPPPPP!!!!! Act cool, Bree. Act cool! I smiled at him, "Sure."
He beamed. "Okay, I will pick up at ten."
He started to turn away, but I turned him back my way, and pecked him on the lips just like he had that morning.
At first, he was in shock, then covered it up with grin.
If it wasn't for somebody cough-BRADY-cough who cleared their throat, I would not have realized we had an audience grinning crazily at us!
I blushed. They have seen all of our kisses so far! So embarrassing. I will be tormented forever!
"Goodnight!" Embry wiggled his eyebrows at us.
I just rolled my eyes and went up the stairs.
My room is a mess. There is not a single inch of floor space that is not covered with clothes.
The reason: Seth asked me put on a date! EEPPPPPPP!
My solution: I called the one person who is an expert on this stuff… well, I hope is an expert on this stuff.
Greg.
I quickly sent him a text message. Hey, Seth asked me out on a date to the beach and some lunch afterwards. Can you get Kayla and help me pick out something to wear?
Exactly six minutes and 32 seconds later, Kayla and Greg are banging on my door.
Kayla provided the clothes, and Greg is picking out the clothes.
We spent about ten minutes deciding what the best colors for my autumn complexion were.
We decided that I was an autumn because of my 'golden undertones in my skin' and my 'golden hair color', along with my 'piercing blue eyes that are to die for'. All of Greg's words, not mine.
Finally, he told me the rules of what to wear. He said that I look good in beige, dark brown, a 'rich warm grey', orange, gold, and olive color. I need to stay away from blue tones and pastels which will give me a pale appearance, and stay away from super bight colors, black, and white.
How he knows this by heart, is beyond me.
My final outfit is a bikini, in case we go swimming, that is dark brown as the bottom, and the top is striped dark brown and beige with sequins. It's really cute! Kayla said that I fit it in perfectly because of my B-cups. That made me just a little uncomfortable.
Lastly, over my bathing suit I am wearing khaki shorts and a red cami.
It was supposed to be chilly today, so I fooled with the weather a little bit, and now I had the perfect outfit for the weather!
Yay me! Ew, I am starting to sound like that air-head heiress off that stupid TV show that has a name like a country. What's her name?
"You look beautiful," someone whispered from behind me.
I turned around and saw Seth looking at me. That 'intense look' that sent chills down my back.
"Why thank you. Not so bad yourself." I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.
Hm. Kayla and Greg must have gone home while I was in the bathroom.
"You know what next Saturday is?" Seth asked me as we were heading down the stairs.
"Um, another bonfire?" it sounded like a question.
He laughed. "That, and…" he was trying to get me to guess.
I started counting the days on my fingers so that it would add up to the date of next Saturday.
Oh. My. God. If today is Friday, June 19, that would make next Saturday June 27. In other words, June 27. My birthday June 27. How the hell did he know?
I completely forgot! Of course I would have remembered the day before, but still! When I was little I would count down months in advance, and now I forget the week before I turn 14?
He must have known that I made the connection because he begged, "Please tell me what you want for your birthday!"
"No! I don't want anything!" I insisted.
He straightened up, still with that goofy smile on his face. "Well, we are still having the bonfire your birthday party."
No presents, but a party. I could handle that.
"Okay. Bonfire/birthday party, but no presents," I told him sternly.
"Yes your majesty," he bowed.
"It's highness to you peasant!" I scolded him in a fake British accent.
He covered his mouth, "oops." We laughed.
"How will I ever be worthy of your presence?" he bent down so we were face-to-face.
I tapped my finger against my chin like I was thinking. "Hm… I don't know."
He smiled mischievously before pressing his lips against mine. I could not tell whether I was suddenly warm because of the heat rushing to my cheeks, the heat radiating off his body, or if it was just too hot out here.
We were going for the five second stretch before both of us pulled apart, giggling like idiots.
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I don't know about you guys, but I am very proud of myself! I got over 1000 words this chapter! That's almost a record!
R&R!
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