Okay so I'm a bit disappointed that I only had two reviews but then again I haven't really been so good on updating either so I'd be hypocritical if I threw an author fit and was all like "none of ya'll are gonna get to read the update". That also wouldn't be fair to those that actually reviewed, I thank loads to heavenrOx(I feel like such an idiot but I just realized what your name means XD), XxI-Stole-Your-CookiexX BlacksWerewolfa, and TeamEdward19011. As long as at least one person reviews that's good enough for me and I shall update (as fast as I can) because I don't like to let people down. =D
George was super happy because he believes he has a shot at getting Vivian again BlacksWerewolfa; but let us all remember this is a Jacob/OC story ;)
So I admit to liking George as well, TeamEdward19011, from day one. I didn't think I'd like him when I first started writing but he is one of those "prince charming types" but the thing is…he reminds me of Edward; lacking in humor. XD What's the point of being with someone if they can't make you laugh?
Disclaimer: To make this faster and easier I only own my OCs and the story plot. The Meyer lady owns everything else.
I sighed as the wind blew my hair all over the place. Meg was lying down on a towel in the sand and Chloe was splashing around in the water. Chloe was getting a feel of the texture and the temperature so that when she painted the beach she could show her experience through her artwork.
I let my toes sink into the cold sand as I looked towards the sunset. It reminded of days when Jacob and I would watch the sun go down together. I saw a couple walking, holding hands, down the beach. A soft smile played on my lips as I watched them.
Watching them made me suddenly get the urge to jog in the beach in slow motion with a life guard floaty thingy as the sun sets, I'd have to save that for another time though.
I turned and looked where Chloe had been a couple seconds ago but was missing now. I looked around and saw her skipping towards me, where her sketchbook and stand was.
She picked it up and examined the whole beach once again before she looked down and picked up a pastel. No, not a cake, though that would have been pretty entertaining to watch. It was a type of tool that had the shape of crayons but colored beautifully and were bright and soft colors.
I watched her as she brought to life what was already pretty lively around me. I watched as she made the strokes, she made it seem so easy and effortless but I knew that if I so much tried to draw a square it'd somehow turn into a circle; never mind a circle is too good. If I tried to draw a square it'd turn into a disproportional oval because that's just how I roll.
When she finished I was at a lost as to how to explain how beautiful it was. I personally believed it was more breathtaking than the actual beach; breathtaking, that's the word I was looking for.
"Oh Chloe, it's breathtaking." I sighed. She looked up at me grinning.
"Thanks it's only a sketch for leisure sake and for ideas on what to paint on the walls…" She said, her eyes glossing over as her thoughts probably raced as to what put on it.
I heard laughter and I turned around. I saw the couple again; the woman was laughing and running into the water as the man ran after her. He swooped her up bridal style and as the waves hit him he swung her in his arms as she laughed.
"Ah, young love." Sighed Chloe. I turned to look at her; she was looking at the direction of the couple as well. I cocked a brow at her.
"How old are you to be saying young love?" I asked her grinning.
"It's just a saying." She said shaking her head at me. I nodded in understanding. "It's just the purity of it and of true love."
"And what's your definition of true love?" I asked staring at the couple again. The man had put the woman down and now they were running around the edges of the beach again. My cheeks tinted, I was such a stalker.
"Well…it's a roller coaster." She said a soft smile on her lips. "At first…when you stand in line your all exited and you've seen it from far away and heard the yells of excitement coming from people and so you can't wait to do the same." She said. She then grabbed her bag and dug in it, pulling out a pencil. She flipped to the next page in her sketchbook. It was blank, until she started drawing lines.
"You get all nervous and jittery when you actually climb on though and start thinking "maybe I should get off now" and "maybe I shouldn't have gotten on in the first place" but by then it's too late and the bars have gone down." She said making quick strokes.
"Then it starts climbing up and you cling on to the person next to you and you both say your prayers knowing that what goes up must go down." She said with a smile. "And then they fall down a huge steep and your yelling with all your might. Then you go up again and this time your ready for the next drop and you're facing it with a grin but then realize…it's an upside down loop!" She said grinning. I saw her hand make a loop of its own with the pencil.
"And your hair is all over the place but you can't help but laugh it off and for the rest of the ride your yelling with a grin and your hands up in the air ready for the unexpected. By the time you get off your running back in line to get on again." She said still grinning. "But that's only some people…" She said frowning. "Sometimes true love doesn't always end up all good and jolly and instead by then end of the ride your throwing up chucks of hot dog and cotton candy." She said, her eyes focused on her sketchbook, making soft strokes.
I blinked. "Wow Chloe, that was pretty intense symbolism." I said to her. She gave me a small smile.
"I'm a good observer and I have a lot of time to think…" She said still sketching. I sat down on the sand and just watched the sun go down for a good thirty minutes.
"Done." She said. I quickly peered over to see what at first I thought was some abstract sketch but then I realized she drew just about the most chaotic roller coaster.
"If the whole artistic thing doesn't go well you can always be a roller coaster designer." I said jokingly. She rolled her eyes at me. I took a closer look and saw that she filled it up with people from the entrance to being strapped in the carts to getting off and running back to line. Everyone seemed to have expressions that managed to completely show their emotions. Everyone looked unique and yet general at the same time.
"Oh Chloe you don't know how badly I wish you could pass talent like the common flu." I said to her. She giggled.
"I'm sure your talented in some way too." She told me smiling, head cocked to the side. Was I?
"…Nope." I said shaking my head. I wasn't good at drawing, I wasn't good at sports, I wasn't good at anything musical and I wasn't good at writing; I got nada.
"You'll find it eventually." She said giving me a hopeful smile; I nodded.
It was then the weekend before thanksgiving and I went home. My parents and my little brother greeted me at the door as if I had brought them something, which I hadn't other than bring me, myself and I…oh and bags of dirty clothes. We spent the next two days catching up and doing bags full of laundry.
"No way!" I said, eyes wide looking at my brother. He nodded signaling:
"Yes way! I saw it on TV." He said referring to the fact that my brother told me that he learned that two plus two equals fish. It was mathematically proven on an episode on the fairly odd parents.
"My whole world and the way I perceive it has changed immensely." I told him. He nodded solemnly.
"That's exactly what I thought as well."
"Both of you it's dinner time." Said my mom coming into the living room. I got up from the couch and he did as well. "Go wash you hands." She told us sternly. My brother walked over to the bathroom, it was too far away for me so I went and washed my hands in the kitchen sink.
I sat down in my chair and then waited as my mom put down my plate and brought me my mug that I always used to drink out of instead of using normal cups or glasses because...well there wasn't a real reason I just liked them better.
By the time I turned fifteen my mom had expected me to serve myself and pour myself something to drink while my brother and my dad got the king treatment. At first I got upset over it and would complain that it was only because I was a girl and that's why. As I got older I realized it was more than just that, it's because I was turning into a responsible adult and adults need to be able to be independent and not expect their mommy's to hand them their food. I wasn't complaining about her serving me right now though.
"Thanks mami." I said smiling at her. She smiled back and continued to serve the men of the family. I never really said thanks before because it was things like her cooking that was a daily thing but I realized cooking was so much work along with all the responsibilities of being a housewife. I didn't realize this back then when I lived in the dorms because I didn't have to worry about cleaning or cooking because there was a cafeteria.
When we finished eating my brother and I went outside for a game of baseball.
"Don't throw it too hard or at my face!" I yelled. I think the most delicate part of the body is personally the face but that's my take on it.
Alex threw the ball and I swung hitting it. It was one of those big and light balls that were made of plastic so it didn't go far. Plus the fact that I was hitting it with a big yellow bat didn't help much either.
He picked it up and started throwing it up and down, as he got closer to me to throw the ball again.
"Hey Vivster so anything epic going on?" He asked. I was in baseball formation except my butt was sticking up in the air too much for added effects. I hit the bat on the ground twice, made a swinging and pretending to spit hoping he'd get the hint to throw that darn ball.
"Not much Alexander the Great, it's the same old stuff. My life is completely boring. It happens with old age." I said nodding. I hit the bat on the ground again. He sighed and rolled his eyes at me throwing it. He was actually pretty good and threw a nice hard ball at me, and I would have been able to appreciate if I didn't get freaked that it'd hit me instead of me hitting it so I ran to the side and away from it, hitting face first into the wall.
"Ow." I grumbled. I heard Alex laughing.
"Are you okay?" He said once he calmed down. I glared at him, a hand on my face.
"Yes." I said as I rubbed it.
"You should really watch where you go…and to stop being so afraid that you're going to get hit by a ball." He said shaking his head at me. I crossed my arms across my chest.
"I wouldn't be if I wasn't so scarred. I've gotten hit enough times to know that when a ball looks like it's lethal to run away screaming."
"And then hit a wall." He said seriously, though I could see the little twinkle in his brown eyes that told me he was laughing on the inside.
"The wall hit me. It's been out to get me ever since I accidentally hit it with a hammer and made that hole in it." I said, pointing at the hole I made. Alex shook his head at me.
"Why exactly did you have a hammer on you again?" He asked.
"It is something I shall never talk about." I said looking away to stare at the whole on the wall. My dad had brought me wood and told me, that because I was so cool and had mad building skills, I could build my own dollhouse for my Barbie's. I raised the hammer too high and it was too heavy and went down…but not forward toward the nail but back towards the wall. Ever since then that wall has been out to get me.
"Didn't your force dad to let you build your dollhouse even though he was going to do it himself but like the spoiled and bratty little girl that you are he let you have your way?" I looked away.
"I said we shall never talk about it." I said firmly.
By Sunday I had all my clothes washed and my luggage that I was going to take with me for Thanksgiving including my amazingly wonderful jeep with Socorro, my GPS in it.
"So we'll see you on Thanksgiving." Said my dad. I nodded.
"Foo shoo." I said, by now my dad and my mom were able to decipher what I meant with my "slang".
"Alright. Um, so your mother wanted me to talk you before you left…" Said my dad scratching his head as he sat down on the brick fence that was about only two feet tall in the front lawn.
"About what?" I asked cocking my head to the side.
"Uh well…that's a good question. You see she's always ranting that you never listen to her but you do to me so she said I should talk to you."
"About what papa?" I asked narrowing my eyes at him in frustration.
"Well you see, uh your mother wanted me to tell you that men…well we're different from women." He said. I blinked.
"Yeah I know…is this some kind of nasty doing the dirty deed stuff because if it is then I don't need it and I'd rather not talk about it dad." I said flailing my hands around, cheeks red.
"Oh thank god." He said sighing. He cleared his throat. "That's not the only thing your mom wanted me to talk to you about. She also wanted me to tell you that I was also young like you and your…boyfriend." He said cringing at the word "boyfriend". Hell even I cringed when he said it.
"When your at this age there's certain…needs and stuff that get in control of ones actions and, yeah." He said. I closed my eyes, my face scarlet.
"Daddy can we not talk about this, I'm twenty years old and I'm just gonna be blunt and tell you…most people my age do that…kind of stuff. It's nothing out of the ordinary so I'd rather we not discuss this, ever."
"I know." He whispered, he sighed loudly. "It's just even though your legally an adult that doesn't mean your not a child…that your not still my baby girl. It's hard to even think that one day my little baby will get married and have babies of her own…"
"I know daddy." I said sitting down next to him. "Your right though, about me still being a child…if I wasn't then it wouldn't be so awkward to talk about it."
"Not necessarily but still. I can't believe I let your mother me into having this conversation with you." He said rolling his eyes.
" Does she know that your telling me that she told you to tell me all this?" I asked. He shook his head slowly.
"No, not really." He said simply, with a small grin. I grinned back.
"And of course this was her way of trying to get me to realize "the error of my ways" by dating a guy younger than me and that isn't George." I said using air quoting. He knitted his brows.
"I think it was more because…she's just worried. You seem to be head over heels with this guy, that a couple years ago I would hear you cursing at and he'd call you the devil in disguise…" He said slowly. I laughed bitterly at the memories.
"Yeah. It's one of those things I just…fell into. As many point out, it's called falling in love for a reason, because you don't chose to fall…it just happens." I said shrugging my shoulders, a small smile playing on my lips.
"And you're a klutz so it's all bad." He said shacking his head at me with a grin.
"Yeah." I said squinting my eyes; I shrugged my shoulders. "What am I supposed to do about it?" I said.
"I guess your right. Just remember to not let your heart," He said pointing at his heart. "Override your mind." He said pointing at his head. I nodded with a small smile.
"Okay daddy."
"Now, don't tell your mom that you know it was she who sent me." He said looking at me with pleading eyes, I grinned.
"It depends, can I have a pony?" He rolled his eyes at me.
"No, you said and I quote: "I don't want a pony anymore, I want a car." last year and that's what you got." He said grinning at me. I crossed my arms across my chest and pouted.
"I want both."
"It's good to want things, it builds character." He said getting up. He held out his hand and I grabbed it and he helped me up.
Author's note: I used so much symbolism in this chapter; it's not even funny. That I remember there's four other than the obvious one. If you can find them and/or explain the meanings I will be amazed by your mad skillz. Tell me them in your reviews so I can be awed by my genius readers. ;)
Sorry for the shortness I just had to do it so that everything would fit right chapter wise.