AN: Sorry there was no update last night, I was having some technical dificulties! :( But today's a new day!
Welcome aboard to all the new readers! And thanks to all for leaving me mad love! I get a kick out of reading your thoughts.
WARNING: BE ADVISED, THIS IS A SLOW-BURN!
TO THE DREAM TEAM...YOU GALS KNOW I LUV YOU TO PIECES!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!
Still dealing with the past...
That´s What Little Girls Are Made Of...
Chapter Fourteen
BPOV
I awoke bright and early Monday morning, only to realize that I had nowhere to be.
School was out for the next two months, and I no longer had to be worried with what people would think or say about me.
Summer was finally here, and I couldn't be happier!
No school!
Two whole months with no freaking school!
No Jessica Stanley...
No Lauren Mallory...
And, for God´s sake, no Michael Newton!
You get my drift right?
Yes...hello summer!
Oh, and let´s not forget my summer trip.
As a reward for having the highest grade point average in the entire school, and for reading the most books over the course of the school year, my dad was letting me go to Chicago for three weeks with Esme and Carlisle.
I was so looking forward to this trip!
I couldn´t wait to see the house that Esme and her brother grew up in, along with all the places that she and Carlisle liked to hang out in. Esme promised me a shopping trip on Michigan Avenue, and I was totally looking forward to it.
Secretly, since getting closer to Esme, I´d begun to love all things girly, I even let her dress me up on the weekends when we would go to Seattle or Port Angeles for a girl´s day.
And I liked it!
One trip to the spa, and I was hooked!
Also this summer, I would finally get to meet Esme and Carlisle´s son, Edward.
He was in his last year of college, and we would be attending his graduation this summer.
I couldn't wait to meet him!
Aside from being regaled with tales of Edward´s youth from Carlisle and Esme, and a handful of `hellos´ when I´d happened to answer the phone at their house, I didn´t know that much about him.
I hoped he was nice!
Secretly, under the guise of read, I'd sat for hours on end staring at his pictures in the living, fantasizing about what it would be like to meet him.
He was absolutely dreamy!
And I really hoped that he liked me!
Soooo...are you guys as excited as I am for them to finally meet? Thoughts? Theories? Leave me some love please!
Krazi
xoxo