A/N I know that the past couple chapters have made Celia seem like a happy go lucky kid, but that's just meant to show what she looks like on the outside. Hopefully this gives more perspective about her on the inside.

Late Night Bonfire

I saw the black Expedition in the back, so I knew my parents were home. After all it was their day off. I just hoped they would not change their decision about sleeping over Ashley's—which was a lie, but my parents'did live through the seventies so they knew the kind of trouble teenagers could get into. Therefore a bonfire was completely out of the question.

"Hey Mom ,Dad what's up?"

"Nothing Honey. How was school?" My dad asked with a tense smile.

I was just about to reply when my mom butted in with "Guess what your father did today Celia" I can't go a week without a screaming match…I tuned out whatever she was saying because as convincing as her yelling was I knew that's not why she was angry. Her anger was not something caused today, yesterday, month, or even a year ago. No, her and anger was deeper than that it was years of hurt that turned into resentment- that no amount of apologizing would fix.

So I listened at her yelling and I tried halfheartedly to reason with her after dad had stormed away and then sighed and looked at the dirty dishes once she stormed away too. It almost seemed symbolic that he went into the basement and that she went to the top floor. However, I knew it was it was just where they resided.

They hadn't slept in the same in the same bed ever - not that I could remember at least. I buried those thoughts though because I know thinking about them isn't the same as fixing them and I certainly wasn't able to fix them, so I decided to take a shower. I mean if life was symbolic then a shower would mean cleansing me of all my problems and that was exactly the attitude I needed for this bonfire even if it would only last until the morning.

After, my shower I slathered lotion all over my body in attempt to make my skin silky soft…I accepted the science that my skin can only absorb so much moisture and began to get dressed. I put on my bra and matching undies-for confidence not that as a self-proclaimed virgin anyone was going to be seeing them. Unless I got so drunk that I believed a late night swim would be smart which could happen.

I dressed in a denim shirt adorned with tiny hearts. I put on my edgy black shorts with studs and slipped on some sandals. Satisfied I cuffed up the long sleeves of my shirt and began to apply my make-up. I decided to go for a rather natural look; I started with a light bb cream, a little blush, and opted to forgo my go to cat eyes and apply only mascara to my eyes. A last minute decision was to fill in my eyebrows just to give me an extra oomph.

With a quick spray of perfume and a dab of lip balm I was on my way. I grabbed a towel and blanket in addition to my bag since I wasn't sure if there'd be seats or not. After, quietly sticking those in the car I walked back inside to say goodbye to my mom. We argued for a bit but she relented and I started my drive toward the beach it really is for the best. Staying in the house is hazardous for my health.

Half the reason I gave a shit about school was because I acknowledged that college would be a welcome relief from this toxic environment. No, longer would I be forced to play mediator between two dysfunctional parents-a bitter mother unable to express her true feelings, and a clueless father unable to allow himself feel anything.

No, I needed this bonfire and I'd smile and laugh like I hadn't a care in the world as if I wasn't a failure, isolated, and unlovable. Cause as a kid from Suburbia it's what I am expected to do: not have a care in the world and I'm sure after a beer or two I could feel that way the saying "fake it 'til you make it" never seemed so true.

"CELIA" I look over to see who yelled my name of course it was Peter...with a solo cup in hand.

"Hey Peter what's up" I asked steading him as he started to drunkenly sway.

"Not much let's go get you a drink" he said dragging me over to a keg. We began chatting while I drank my beer. I didn't start to feel my buzz coming on until I finished my third beer.

"Well that looks like an intense convo" I said gesturing towards Bella and three extremely buff Native American boys.

"What? Where? Who?" Peter all but shouts while glancing around spastically and of course all four of them look over.

So I do the normal teenage girl thing and smack-not too hard I mean I've barely known the kid 48 hours. The damage however was done and so the group walked over to us.

"Hey Bella" I said as she came close to me. She said "hi" back and then downcasted her eyes. Well that makes things very uncomfortable-I suppose I have introduce myself.

"Hey I'm Celia I'm new to the area and this is Peter.

"Hey Celia I'm Jacob, but people call me Jake. I think we already met at Forks High."

"Oh yeah nice to see you again and I'm happy to see you found Bella" I replied with a smile.

"Yeah I did" he said "and these are my friends Sam and Embry" introducing them to Peter and I.

"Hey" they said and then an awkward silence reappeared.

"Well it was nice meeting you but I gotta go now if I want to get any S'mores." I said with a laugh as I pulled Peter away with me.

"We'll come with you" Sam said as they followed us to the bonfire.

"It's a free country I certainly can't stop you" I retorted. Somehow I managed to get sandwiched between Peter and the Embry kid.

"So how's Forks High treating you" Embry asked tentatively.

"The same as every high school-eight hour days filled with bitchy girls, douchey guys, boring teachers, and horrible cafeteria food. I guess those things are required to be an accredited high school…eh?" I said trying not slurr.

"Sounds a lot like my school, so yeah must be required" he said with a hearty laugh. The conversation was pretty light between us and we talked for a while. Until Peter decided we should dance and interrupted us.

"NO Peter I don't want to dance…let the new girl relax" I said while trying to pull my hand away.

"Co-me on Ce-li—a" he slurred. It was kind of funny until he pulled my ring off and subsequently dropped it into the sand.

"Oops" he said and walked over to the trash can to hurl.

"Damn kid really can't hold his alcohol." Embry said.

"Actually I think it would be more accurate to say-Damn that kid really can't hold anything" I said while fumbling around in an attempt to locate my ring.

"Here let me help" Embry offered bending while starting to dig through the sand. After, about 20 minutes I gave up and just let out a sigh.

I was too drunk to cry but the realization that I lost the grandmother gave to me before she died was certainly going to be hard to swallow in the morning.

"Was it expensive" Embry inquired. I smiled halfheartedly and replied

"No but it was antique and sentimental " I got up to get another beer, but quickly got out of line realizing I wanted to go home and I'd need at least two hours to sober up.

I grabbed a water from a cooler and then looked back to see an empty log. So I decided to go look for Thomas and say "hi". After, I found him I struck up a conversation and drank a couple bottles of water.

Soon enough I was sober enough to drive home and so I said goodbye and headed to my car. I was hoping to see Embry and say goodbye, but I didn't see him so I made the drive home-choosing to go a good five miles under the speed limit just for added precaution.

Once home I parked in the driveway and made my silent descent up the stairs and into my bedroom. After, taking off my clothes and putting on my pjs I took off my makeup, washed my face and then went to sleep-I was too tired to remember to brush my teeth.