A/N- so I officially got my first mini flame! I was expecting to be flamed out much sooner than the 25th chapter, and even then it was just saying the last chapter was dumb, not even a full out flame. Ha! Just to let you know, I seriously don't care what you tell me about my story. Reviews make me happy and give me feedback, but the reason I write is because I enjoy it and I like to share my work. That and the fact that I love to read is why I joined in the first place. So please, if you have negative feelings towards my story or me, keep it to yourself or don't read it anymore. Okay? Thanks.
IMPORTANT! I figure I'll have the rest of Lucy's love story, then start on Mason's, then finally Katie's. Lots of fluff in between though and 'm not planning on ending it there either! So many many many more chapters to come!
Chapter 26Lucy's POV
The holidays passed too quickly for my liking. I loved waking up every morning in my old room and clomping down the stairs in my slippers. I'd walk into the kitchen where, predictably, Katie was sitting on her heels at the table, absently eating cereal and reading the comics. Her head would snap up and her face would light up.
"Normally it's just me in the morning this early." She said cheerily. I smiled as pulled the cereal towards me. If I ever wanted Katie time, this was when I had it. She asked me about every aspect of my single college life, listening with rapt attention and an awed expression. I asked about every aspect of her middle school life and laughed with her about the teachers and her peers.
Soon Mason would come down and he'd smile, glad to have his sister back. We repeated the process of get-to-know-your-sibling all over again, him learning about my day-to-day routines and me his. I was hard for me to believe the little boy who'd smeared spaghetti in my hair was the same teenager sitting across from me. His face was more chiseled than I remembered and he'd finally given in and cut his hair so it was down to his eyebrows and mussed up. Mom said he was a spitting image of dad when he was younger.
Next up was Abby who joined us at the table. I'd worried a bit that Mason or Katie might not be comfortable with her in the house. Fortunately, they'd both taken to her immediately and Abby was so diplomatic and full of charisma that she fell right in with us. Katie got a chance to exercise her motor mouth telling Abby all the dirt on me I hadn't told Abby about my childhood. We near fell over after Abby finished telling us a story involving her mom, her, two goldfish, a bit of yogurt, and Hillary Duff.
Next down were mom and dad, completing the table. We sat there quite some time. This was one of the only times of day I had everyone together at once before the routines and responsibilities of the day began.
Katie, Mason, Abby, and I, because we had nothing taxing our time, headed outside and had a heated snowball fight. We came in soon after red cheeked and cheerful.
The rest of the day was spent basking in the warm glow of the fire with the television on or a good book. I went shopping with my aunts, my mom, my sister, my mother. I dropped in on old friends and chatted them up for hours. I caught up with my parents again, finding things out that we hadn't had time to discuss on our hurried phone calls.
Abby seemed to enjoy my little town and family quite a bit as well. She hit it off with Rosalie and Alice right away, exploring malls with them for hours. Alex even hit on her, which we found hysterical.
For New Year's Eve Abby and I went to one of my old friend's parties. We danced and laughed our way around the room finally stopping to sit down and catch my breath. Absently I scanned the room and locked eyes with a man.
Matt was standing there.
(I was going to end it here, but I decided to be nice.)
I sucked in a deep, sharp breath. His eyes scanned my face taking it in. I couldn't decide whether I wanted to cry over the fact he still looked exactly the same and in his prime, or scream about the fact that he had a ditsy little blonde as an ornament on his arm.
"Matt," she cooed, turning doe eyes on him and pouting, "I want to go dance." He didn't answer, not looking from my face. She tugged on his arm making him slowly tear his eyes from where I stood motionless.
"Why don't you go get us something to drink?" he asked. She looked like she was about to whine, but turned on her heel and stalked the other way. He started crossing the room, making a beeline for me. I jumped up and looked wildly around for Abby and an escape route. I spotted her shaking back her long silky strawberry blonde hair seductively, something I'd never mastered, and chatting with two boys I'd never seen before. I darted across the threshold to her.
"Lucy! Have you met Ben and Austin?" she asked happily, "They're here visiting family all the way from Australia." She wiggled her eyebrows teasingly. Ben and Austin raised their hands in greeting looking nervous. I could commiserate for them- Abby could be pretty intimidating.
I nodded to them, flashed a smile, grabbed Abby, and took off the other way. I dragged her, making her stumble badly, outside onto the deck where more partygoers were talking out of the hubbub of the main room. I shivered against the instant bitterness of the late December air, wishing I had a coat, and explained to her in hushed harried whispers about Matt and my past up to the point inside in an off to the side corner. Her light brown eyes widened as I wound my way through the relationship's story. By the end she swore loudly, shattering the quiet and making a few people nearby jump.
"I don't want to talk to him." I whispered as I attempted to prevent the trembling of my lower lip. She nodded and quickly squeezed me in a hug.
"Do you want to go?" she asked looking at me with raised sympathetic eyebrows. I paused.
"No. I'm going to call my dad or something. You stay and enjoy the party. Here are the keys for the car." I said flatly, holding out the keys to my truck. She pushed them away.
"No way! If you want to go home to get away from that creep then I'm with you." Her face was set and I knew there would be no arguing.
"Fine," I said resignedly. "Let's go." She smiled and reentered the main room. She scanned the room quickly as I described Matt to her. She gave the all clear and we hurried across the room. Abby slipped out the front door first and as I put a foot outside I felt an arm grab my arm.
I whipped my face around, my eyes following up an exceedingly muscular hand (currently clutching my wrist) and arm to a nicely toned chest to a wide pair of shoulders and neck and, finally, the chiseled face that was Matt.
A/N- I'm not sure what I want to do next. I have a few ideas: 1) Matt rapes her and she becomes pregnant 2) they have a rational conversation during which Lucy does not lose her cool 3) Matt tries to talk to her but Lucy doesn't want to- ends with Abby bitchslapping him! 4) Matt wants her back and Lucy stomps on hinm (figuratively) 5) other. Let me know which one you want and I'll se those opinions to help form my decision to influence the next chapter(s).
-Cullens4everandever