Clipter 3 – oversleeping

AN: shoutout to forks chamber of commerce for printing a map with relevant twilight information. I've been looking at the books for reference and god damn they are boring. NOTHING HAPPENS FOR LIKE 6 CHAPTERS. I also just think teenagers are boring and the more I can avoid putting arbitrary classes in the book to force characters to interact the better. They're going to actually like each other. Also YAY first chapter over a page long (go me).

I woke up with Gran early in the morning. The sun hadn't risen yet. Our kitchen was only lit by the soft ambient light peeking out from the treeline. Coffee made, we sat in her little dining room. I watched the smallest chip of paint fall from the aged crown molding, fluttering conveniently into a nearby bin. Of course, Gran walked past and the air current lifted the chip and swooshed it under the stove, unlikely to be seen again.

Gran was ever the diligent officer, going to work early and staying late. I gave her a hug and kiss goodbye as she left for the station. Her patrol car had just disappeared from view when I was back in my room. I debated going back to bed or staying up for the day. Deciding on the latter, I got dressed as carefully as I could.

Easing my t shirt over my rib cage, careful not to snag the bandages. I glanced at myself in the mirror. I suppose I wasn't terrible looking now. I had been working out in hopes to masculinize myself, resulting in my hip bones peering out past the valley of just-visible abs; the small pouch of natural pudge laying smoothly underneath my scarred bellybutton. A lot of work went into the body I saw before me. I couldn't help but to feel a sense of pride for how far I'd come. I grabbed the first sweater I could and slipped in on.

I only had one pair of pants the fit well. They've soldiered through 8 years of puberty, hormone / weight changes, and Trauma TM. I admired my legs for a brief moment. I wasn't very tall but my legs looked long for my body. My legs had been through more than anything. Scars covered my feet and shins, and spotted my calves. They covered my thighs pretty thoroughly, a result of mental and chronic illness. Almost at 22 inches, I thought I qualified for Thicc Thigh Gang TM. I pulled the jeans over, catching on my luscious booty cheeks. With one of Those Jumps TM the waist was aligned and I was ready to put on my shoes.

It was raining outside (predictably) so I slapped on my favorite – granted, only – raincoat, some ducky boots, and made my way out to the shed. The songs of birds trilled through the air as I neared the shed doors. The ragged bike was there, just waiting to be ridden (much like EddieBoi ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ). I started it with a small chug and got on the road.

Getting out of the suburb and heading toward Bogachiel Way, I observed the town that I now resided in. On the left was a community hospital – which I'm sure I would be frequenting – and in the center on the end of Bogachiel was the police station. I decided I hadn't seen Gran enough that morning and pulled in. The small building didn't look like much. A vibrant fall aspen took up most of the west side of the building. The glass front door had obviously been cleaned recently; there wasn't a smudge to be found. Gran's office was first on the right, so luckily I didn't have to talk to anyone for directions. Knocking lightly on the door I called in:

"Gran? You want some ass-iss-tance?"

"Oh hi Squirt! I thought you'd have gone back to bed!" She said with a laugh.

"Thought about it, but I need to get set up with the doctors here asap. My meds are almost up."

"Right right... You should see Dr. Cullen! That man is sex on a stick!"

"GRANDMA PLEASE DON'T BE HORNY FOR MY DOCTOR" I gasped. "My appointment is in about an hour if you want to come and try your luck."

She laughed at the idea. "Oh there's no need for that. That man has been happily married since before he brought his family here.

Intrigued I pressed. "So they're new here?"

"Oh they moved here about... two or three years ago. It's him, his wife, their youngest I've met – a sweet boy - and I think they have three or four more kids. I think they're either home-schooled or out of school. I've seen them around town – they're all very good looking children – but it's impossible for me to say how old they are. I bet you'd like their youngest, Bel..."

"Let me stop you right there Grammy. I'm not getting into a relationship so quick after being dumped like yesterday's garbage." I said as kindly yet firmly as I could.

"Of course Monkey, but you never know..." She trailed off.

She only wants me to be happy, I know, but giving my heart to someone again was too much to risk. I was better off alone. I would rather bury every feeling I had under 7 feet of concrete rather than do that again. Love is not a necessary chapter in my life's novel I've come to find.

We sat in silence for a while, doing menial paperwork. I would hand her a specific stamp and she would hand me the envelope to seal. Silence was never uneasy around Gran; if anything it was mildly comforting. My watch alarm buzzed. I only had 30 minutes until my appointment with Dr. Cullen. I gave Gran a hug and kiss goodbye and left.