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AN: THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS AS ALWAYS. FORGOT TO MENTION A LITTLE SOMETHING IN THE LAST CHAPTER. I'VE GOT THIS THING I LIKE TO CALL: REVIEW FOR A VIEW. AND BASICALLY IF YOU REVIEW A CHAPTER YOU GET A VIEW OF THE UPCOMING CHAPTER! PRETTY COOL HUH? ALSO, I FORGOT TO TELL YOU GUYS/GIRLS THAT I'VE UPLOADED MORRIGAN'S "BABY" ONTO MY PROFILE, SO CHECK IT OUT THERE! OKAY, I'LL SHUT UP NOW...
ON WITH THE SHOW...
Gosh my back killed. I had to keep in a groan as I stretched out of my awkward position. Yeah, eight hours ago I was all smiles and never thought of the possibility of having a major back ache. I'm not going to admit this outloud but riding my baby all the way to La Push was a stupid idea. My back was on fire and my fingers were numb from gripping the handles a little too hard, when we were caught in peek hour traffic at nine in the morning.
Dad had installed a walkie talkie system in my helmet so I could communicate with him and vice versa. It was fine for the first half and hour, but then came the horrible eighties singing that dad knew I absolutely hated.
"Dad, can you not?" I had asked irritatingly and groaned as he totally ignored me and began shouting louder. I all together turned off the system for the duration of the ride. I rode in a comfortable silence, keeping my eyes on the road but my mind else where. I'd thought about what the kids at school would think of me and trust me, what i came up with made me nauseous.
I slipped off my helmet and stood slack jawed at the sight before me. In front of me stood the smallest house I could ever see, if I could even call it a house. Although it had two storeys, it had a small front yard and a wooden porch with a garden swing out front. How the hell were we supposed to live here?An elderly woman came out of the house, a smile plastered on her face. Dad got out of the car and literally ran into the woman's arms. The little lady came up to my shoulder and my dad's chest, yet her arms seemed to fit around dad's muscular build. I stood awkwardly next to my bike for a few minutes, not sure of what to do, but luckily the lady released my father, her face glowing and turned to me. when she smiled, her whole face lit up and if possible her eyes held more happiness than her smile, something I immediately recognized as the way dad and Xander smiled. I ran up to her, just like dad and wrapped my arms around her tiny frame.
"Gramma," I breathed with realization and she just held me tighter, surprising for a sixty eight year old woman.
"Morrigan Rose," she smiled again, taking a step back to looking me up and down, then shook her head in disbelief. "You are not the little girl, who would always insist on digging up my garden." she huffed, but her eyes were still twinkling. "You seemed to have outgrown you're plaits," she said grinning and touched my auburn red hair (courtesy of my sad excuse for a mother).
"Mamma, the girl's sixteen now. Surely she would've forgotten those silly plaits long ago." said dad laughing and I couldn't help but blush. Gramma just smiled and then surprise lit up her eyes as she stared at something behind us. I nearly turned around to look but Gramma abruptly hugged me and ushered me into the house.
"Uhh, I think it's best if we got inside. It seemed to have gotten a bit chilly here." she said nervously and bolted the door shut. I stood there puzzled, but dad seemed to have noticed Gramma's nervousness and went along with what she said. "The moving men should be here in a few," she said looking at her watch and back up to me again. "I'll go put the kettle on and Morrigan Rose, you can go explore." she said, smiling briefly before bustling into the kitchen, my dad trailing behind her.
I shrugged my shoulders at her weird behaviour and made my way up stairs. Although small, the house seemed quaint and the second floor made up for the small area downstairs. There were four neat bedrooms. Two big en suite bedrooms and two fair sized ones. Before coming here, dad said i could have one of the en suite rooms and went straight for the one with a balcony. I loved balconies and although living in a mansion, I never had a balcony room. I walked into the room and smiled when I saw my cork board full of pictures and paintings from when I was a little kid.
I had spent nearly every summer here in La Push, up until I was eleven years old. I had loved the multi-coloured stones along first beach and would play with all the local rez kids. Xander never came to La Push, he refused. It was because of something that happened when he was only five. Although he loves swimming, he hates the beach. When I asked dad why Xander didn't like the beach, dad looked at my five year old innocent face and said something about him nearly drowning. I, on the other hand stopped coming to La Push because of a certain boy who pushed me down a hill. All the rez kids and I had gone hiking with Harry Clearwater and Sue Clearwater. It had been great fun until Paul Williams pushed me down a hill. You're probably thinking "wait a second, so what? It was a hill, big deal." Yeah, it's a big deal when you cracked your head on a rock and have to come home with eight stitches. That summer was my last summer in La Push and I still hated that kid for pushing me down a hill.
I stopped my little rant short and stepped out onto the balcony. It was a glorious day, only a few small puffy clouds in the sky. I noticed the moving truck coming from aroudnd the corner and cringed as it made a swift right turn, swerving dangerously close to my baby. I ran down the stairs and out the door, concerned for my baby. I noticed that the right mirror was hanging by a thread and my paint job on the right side, totally ruined. All my pent up anger from the last few days finally released.
"What the hell! Watch where you're freackin going!" I shouted angrily at the tinted drivers window. I heard a faint snicker from inside the truck and I got angrier. "You think this is funny! You freakin took out half of my bike. Are you retarded or something? Idiot! I will sue your sorry ass!" I growled and stomped back into the house furious and gripping the remnants of my right mirror.
Paul's POV.
I was tightly gripping the steering wheel as Jared belted out along to the radio.
"Shut up! I'm trying to drive here!" I exclaimed and he only smirked at me. Retard.
"It's not my fault it's such a "BEAUTIFUL DAY!"" he said laughing and continued on singing along with U2's beautiful day. I shook my head and tried to keep my eyes trained on the road, it didn't help that Jared was waving his arms around like he was in a freackin mosh pit.
"I HEARD WE'RE GETTING A NEW KID AT SCHOOL!" he shouted over the radio and I made a bold decision and turned the damn thing off.
"Yeah?" I said not genuinely excited, but he didn't notice that. As per usual. I indicated right and was making my way around the bend when what he said next shocked me.
"Yeah! you're girlfriend! Morrigan Thatcher." He smirked and I looked at him in surprised. Morrigan?
"Dude! Eyes on the road!" He shouted nervous for the first time and I swerved around the corner, making a near miss on Gramma Thatcher's letter box, but sadly scraping a CBR600RR Honda.
"Wooohoo! That was sick man! You totally could be a stunt driver in a bond movie!" he said pulling his hand up for a high five, which i didn't return. I briefly registered a flash on the top floor balcony and put my head in my hands. A young girl about my age ran out the house and straight to the motorcycle. I cursed and Jared just laughed.
"Sucked in. I think that chick owns the bike." He laughed, not feeling one bit sympathetic for me.
"What the hell! Watch where you're freackin going!" She yelled at my window and I jumped back at the sudden outburst. Jared snickered at me, like I was some sissy and I just shoved him. I was about to get out of the car when she started waving around the mirror on her bike like a complete maniac. She looked like she wanted to eat me for dinner, then spit me back out.
"You think this is funny! You freakin took out half of my bike. Are you retarded or something? Idiot! I will sue your sorry ass!" she ranted and Jared burst out laughing. I recognized her accent and my mind flashed back to when I was packing up a house with Jared yesterday. I walked in to get the left over stuff that Jared didn't want to haul down the stairs, I remembered walking in and hearing a girl belting out "Baby" and chuckled to myself at the time. I ran down the stairs when she unlocked the door, embarrassed of getting caught. I realized now that Morrigan was the girl singing in the shower and stupidly I'd scraped her bike.
I watched her angry face from behind my window and suddenly my world shifted. Everything was distant and she was my one focus. I watched on as she stomped back into the house, her auburn hair blazing behind her.
"Paul? Paul! YO, RETARD!" he said laughing, then turned serious when he watched me watch her. "Shit." he swore then turned my head with force and looked me in the eyes. He stared at me sympathetically, all traces of humour gone.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I said shaking my head out of his grasp and turning to watch her through the window. She looked beautiful with her auburn hair and I couldn't help but sigh.
"Paul, i feel sorry for you man. You damaged her bike and it's obvious she doesn't like you for doing that." he said sympathetically before patting me on the shoulder. He clicked open his door and got out of the truck. He looked at me and shook his head with pity. "Good luck on trying to get your imprint to like you." He said not long after slamming the door behind him. I was shaken out of my train of thought (Morrigan) with his words.
"Imprint?" I said confused, then looked at her bike and the scratched paint job and missing right mirror. "Awww shit."
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