You, Me, Him, Her... Us? What?
(Chris's POV)
I walk to the car and take the driver side back seat, sitting next to me is Alice, I can feel her hatred coming off her in waves. Esme is driving and Rosalie is next to her. I have a feeling that they are having a conversation, but I don't let it bother me. I want to try and get along with them, but I feel like my efforts are going to crash and burn, not burn, EXPLODE in my face.
"So, Chris, we heard you're going to Dan's party on Friday," Alice says, slight malice could be heard to the trained ear.
"I was considering the offer," I say sincerely, "Why does my personal life interest you?"
"You are dating my brother," she sneers the last part.
I then realize my mistake. They were together, or at least fuck buddies. I least I know why she hates me, "I don't consider us a couple, I-"
"Then what do you consider your relationship?"
"I think Jasper is a good friend of my parents, putting him in the position that they did and him accepting it, which he didn't have to. I think our relationship is that of friends, if it appears otherwise to you, I do apologize. I am acting no different than if I were back home with my group of friends," I try not to sound defensive. Why do I have to explain myself to them? I knew I was having a bad feeling about this for a reason.
"Right," she snaps.
"So," Rosalie is going to try? Really? "Why don't you use your full first name?"
"The only time I'm ever called 'Christie' anymore is when I'm in some kind of trouble," I laugh.
"Yeah, but why don't you use it? It's a fine name."
"When my biological parents were alive, they thought I was going to be a boy, and had to think of a name fast, my name was supposed to be Christopher, and wanted to keep a part of that name. They called me 'Tie because it was more 'feminine' and I decided to no longer add it onto my name unless it was needed, so that I could move on into my new life," I explain, "I've been Chris ever since."
Alice moves on to call me a lesbian or a transgender and the list keeps on going, Esme and Rosalie try to reason with her, but to no avail, 'That little bitch needs to shut up.'
I turn to Alice, "Is there something you want to get off your chest Seer?" I'm through, there is only so much I can take and she crossed the line.
"What did you call me?" she asks after silence fills the car for a moment.
"I'm tired of trying to be nice and pleasant with someone who doesn't deserve it. You have no name to me, you are not a person to me, a person is someone who knows where the line is and knows when to stop. I'm sorry that you and Jasper are not working out and I am sorry that I don't know why you have such a problem with me. Now, tell me why you are being such a cunt-bitch or shut your fucking mouth!"
Damn, I don't think I've ever gotten that hot before.
The whole car is silent, we are heading to Port Angeles, meaning that we still have another half an hour in the car together. I can see in her eyes that she's furious, this is not good, not good at all, "You know what my problem is?"
"Would I be asking if I did?" I say, gaining back my composure.
She just grumbles after a moment, "I'm sorry, Chris, I just had a really bad day, I saw something that didn't settle right, by any means, and I am unsure as how we will be handling it. I'm sorry I took it out on you, could you forgive me?"
'You'll regret it.'
"I forgive you, Alice. I shouldn't have snapped the way I did, bringing down this outing. Let's just forget about it," I say lightly with a small smile.
Things are awkward for a few moments, but then they start talking about the shops we are going to hit and the new wardrobe I was going to receive. I hate shopping.
(Just Guess' POV xD)
That little slut took my man, now I have to spend time with her, all because of Esme. She knows I hate her, she fucking knows! I didn't want the little bitch to come along. Damn it all to hell!
I've looked into everyone's futures, and I don't like what I've seen. Everything was fine, up until Peter and Charlotte, those fucking monsters, brought their mistake here to us.
They ruined everything!
She's got to go.
(Rosalie's POV)
I have never heard anyone speak to Alice like that. Edward and her are basically worshipped in our house, because of their abilities, nothing goes without their say so. Every moment I spend with the hu- Chris, I start to like her more and more.
Emmett really likes her personality, says she's a spit fire, just like his lovely wife.
I want to apologize to her for my previous behavior, but I don't know how to go about doing it.
She means a lot to Jazz, all I want is for him to be happy, but I don't know how that's going to fly with the others. Emmett has his own mind and will do whatever he thinks is right. Carlisle, on the other hand, relies heavily on Alice and Edward and Esme will do anything for Carlisle, even if it goes against her own morals and values.
I don't know this girl, but the two people that mean the world to me like her, and that's all I need.
(Esme's POV - note; I do NOT agree with this view, but this is how I'm making her. I apologize to all of the Esme fans in advance)
Alice has never been talked to like that and I'm sure Carlisle will have our heads for letting a human speak to her that way too. I like the girl, but she wasn't raised properly. If you are invited by a family, even if you don't agree, or like the people for that matter, you stay respectful and quiet.
Alice and Edward are the rock in this family. Carlisle is our leader, my mate.
I want my children to be happy, but if their happiness jeopardizes the family, it must be taken care of. I need to figure out a way to keep us together and keep them happy. Even if it means getting rid of her, it means that my family sticks together.
(Charlotte's POV)
"Are you sure this was a good idea?" I ask my husband.
"When have I ever led us astray?" he replies with a goofy grin.
"I know, but we raised her and then up and leave," I sigh, "I'm just concerned. Those people have brainwashed Jasper so that he is wrapped around their finger. Are you sure about this? Like, REALLY sure?"
He doesn't answer for a minute, I know he's trying to will his 'knower' to tell him something. He eventually sighs, "I'm sure they are mates, but other than that... It's up to them."
"You mean Jasper," I state, "Chris is a lot of things, but I doubt she'll figure it out."
"Now, mi amor, I'm positive she can, and will, figure it out. She will just find it hard to believe and start denying it."
I groan, that was always her problem, doubting herself. We're on our way back to the ranch after a hunt, we do plan on going back, so we have to keep draining animals. Grossest thing ever, if you ask me. We make it to the ranch and get cleaned up.
"What about the Volturi? Do you have an idea?"
"You might want to take a seat," he says after a moment, he seems worried.
"Why?"
"Please, babe," he says.
I do as I am asked. When Peter is worried and asks you the way he did, you tend to listen, "Peter, what's wrong?" Do I want to know?
"If Jasper broke it off with the Seer, without thinking of the consequences, she may call them," he says, sitting, "By calling them, Alice," he spits, "will get our daughter killed and us."
"That- She- But- No- nononononononononononononononononononono," I say shaking my head.
"Unless Chris is something special, other than the fact that she is special to us, we are going to be in some deep shit."
"Does she have a gift?"
He looks like he's going to be sick, "I don't know."
"How can we find out? I don't want to lose our baby," I can feel tears filling my eyes, tears that will never fall.
We are both silent for a moment, but then Peter gets this look, a look that always got him in trouble, a look that means he has a crazy assed idea, "Eleazar."
I look at him like he grew a second head, "Why would he help us?"
"He isn't a big fan of the Cullen's because of Carlisle's dependence on Edward and Alice."
"He isn't a fan of human drinkers either," I counter.
"We just need to try, mi vida," he says.
I can't find it in me to argue. He's right, shockingly enough, he's right. I just nod, "How do we get ahold of him?"
"Leave it to me," he says, grabbing my hand and squeezing slightly, "This is just a precaution. If she has something, we'll take her to them and explain the situation."
I nod. I really hope we didn't just sentence our girl to death, but I really hope Alice doesn't get the Volturi involved before we have a chance.
(Chris' POV)
I officially hate the fact that I accepted the invitation. I feel like a Barbie doll that they're playing dress up with. The only one listening to me is Rosalie. Alice and Esme are putting me in these clothes that are not me. I like my clothes, my jeans, tees, sweats and the like. I don't feel comfortable in heels and dresses and skirts and the girly stuff, "I'm gonna take Chris to the salon," Rosalie says.
"Alright, see you in three hours," the two joke, "We're going to get out of here and go get her a few dressy dresses and some heels."
Rosalie leads me away from them, I don't even bother protesting anymore, "At least it gets you away from the Barbie doll game, right?"
I just look at her, "I have a few choice words to say about the clothes those two are putting me in."
"I bet," she laughs, "That's why I gave you clothes I thought you would be comfortable with. Now, what do you want to do with your hair?" I don't say anything, "We have to do SOMETHING."
I think for a moment, "I'm going to, I don't know, I didn't go out much, so I don't have a clue."
She laughs, "Alright. How about I decide on your new hairdo, just so you could try it out and if you love it, I will associate myself with you in school. Where people will see. My husband too. But, if you hate it, I will let you cuss me out in front of the whole school, just pretend I'm Alice."
I don't know what to say to that. Rosalie, the bitch of the family, is joking around with me, using my own lines and trying to be civil with me... This must be her way of apologizing for one reason or another, but why me? I don't feel she needs to, "Sure, I trust you won't make me look too bad, but can I ask that it at lease appears that I would have chose it?"
She looks around my head, "I believe I can, don't worry, you're in good hands."
I bet. I'm nervous as to what she is going to have them do to me...
We make it to the salon and I get placed immediately, "What can I do for you today?" a tall handsome man asks, "My name is Levi and I will be taking care of you today."
"Hello, Levi, my friend here is in need of a makeover."
He lifts my hair to inspect it, "I'm sure I can help. Now, what will we be doing today?"
"Well, let's get a three inches cut off first, then see if we can go a bit shorter," Rosalie says, the trimming gets done in about five minutes and then he looks back to Rosalie, "Another two, if you would," after another few minutes, more hair is dropped the the floor, "Now, it needs noticeable layers and incredibly choppy, make it fun," thirty minutes are spent with them playing with my hair and cutting it to bits. I just know she is telling him more, since I can feel bangs being cut.
"Alright, have a look," Levi says.
I get spun around and I don't know what to think. I like it. It's defiantly a style that I like, simple, but it is also fun ( the-best-shoulder-length-layered-hairstyles-for-modern-women/cute-shoulder-length-layered-messy-hairstyles-with-bangs/). I don't know what to say except, "Thank you, this is perfect."
Levi and Rosalie high five. We get everything settled and are out the door, "I told you that you were in good hands."
"Yes, and I am sorry for doubting you," I tell her, "Are we rejoining Esme and Alice?" I am trying desperately to be civil.
"No, we need to get you fed," she says, "and we need to talk."
'Hm, I wonder how this is going to turn out...'
I'm up shit creek if this conversation goes the way I think it will...