Wow, I suck. I've just been caught up in life and a little uninspired. I crashed into a road block and the story had to go to the hospital for a while.
- I hope I described the imprinting and the emotions tied to it well enough. Its difficult considering its like, life altering :)
- Just to confirm some questions, yes, people are kind of nervous/anxious/worried/scared for Rosie when it comes to her and Paul. It may seem strange but will be explained. I have to get some drama started somehow!
- Thank you to all who have reviewed, you're wonderful. Very supportive. I took some advice and I hope I bettered the story. See people? Advice/appropriate criticism = Narnia cookies!
- And thank you to people who have put this story on alert/favorite - I understand that reviews are sometimes time consuming or unnecessary.
*I totally just copied and pasted "unnecessary" from word cause I could'nt spell it. This is my life, man.
ON WITH IT NOW.
DISCLAIMER: I never have these. But I don't own Twilight.
I had to lean back on my hands to make myself comfortable enough to meet his gaze. I took the opportunity to finally scan his face before I met his eyes. He was even more incredibly handsome than I had remembered – his lips were neither too full nor too thin and his jaw was strong. Describing his attraction would be impossible – I couldn't put my finger on it, but he had something that took in me in and wouldn't let go. I was abruptly pulled out of my trance when he spoke, his voice low and rough.
"See something you like?" His lips formed a smug little smirk but as I looked into his eyes I saw that something in that smugness was missing, and in its place was admiration. Just the way his eyes settled on mine led me to this conclusion, but I pushed the very thought away that he could be admiring me very quickly.
"Oh, well…" and I blushed as I tore my eyes away from his heavy gaze so that I could try in vain to collect myself. I couldn't bear to face him as I shrugged; it was difficult for me to deny that I did, if truth be told, see something that I liked. That is, I couldn't face him until I felt him take a seat beside me on the log.
I peeked under the hair that had fallen into my face as he made himself comfortable and relaxed. Though the way he pulled the grass out of the ground in an anxious manner denied his outward demeanor.
"Hi, I don't think that we've actually met. I'm Rosie Shields, Lisa's niece." I extended a trembling hand to him and before I could pull it away to stop its shaking he clutched it with his own, much warmer, hand. My small hand was enclosed in his large one, and I could feel the surprising heat radiating from him like the fire in front of us. I watched our hands as they shook, and he continued to hold mine tightly before I looked up at him and he slowly retracted it. His eyes bore into mine as he spoke lowly.
"I'm Paul, Paul Walker. It's great to finally meet you." He said this as if he had been waiting for this moment for years.
The way his eyes looked at me made me blush and I quickly turned my attention to my twiddling thumbs. I again peeked at him from the corner of my eye only to find him staring back at me as if someone just gave him the world and he hadn't a clue as to what to do with it. I was caught in his stare; like the more I looked in his eyes the more I could know him. It was titillating to finally be this close to him and meet him, for this feeling of revelation to finally meet me halfway. Paul Walker was special. I saw determination flash in his eyes and he was about to speak when someone shrieked my name.
"Rosie!" Lisa shrieked this like someone trying to contain their fear, like someone hiding something. I saw the anger in Paul's eyes before my head snapped to see her standing further away just outside the front door of the house, stiff as a stick and stricken with an unknown shock.
"I…I need you for a minute? Now?" She sounded unsure of herself and I couldn't help but resent her from pulling me away from this mystery of a man. I felt like crying from exasperation – was I never going to be able to talk to Paul? Ever?
I couldn't meet the eyes that I could feel watching me intensely as I spoke, "Well…" my voice was shaky and I coughed to regain my dignity. "Well," I repeated, "I hope to talk to you soon?"
There was a heavy pause before he answered and I couldn't help but hang on to his every breath, capturing them as my own.
"I'll make sure of it." He said with a strange intensity that I've never witnessed before.
I nodded dumbly and quickly stood up and swiftly turned around to make my way to Lisa. I looked over my shoulder to see him with his head bent down with his elbows resting on his knees and yet I saw the tilt of his head and the spark in his eyes as he watched me go. I smiled sheepishly at him and waved pathetically and blushed when he smirked in return.
With every step I made I felt like I was voluntarily ripping a vital limb off and leaving it behind. My heart fluttered with the thought of seeing Paul again and it sank when I was reminded that I was only distancing myself from him as I neared Lisa. She looked torn, or rather, she was confused and left wanting. She didn't look herself – her eyes were frightened and her lips were set in a grim, worrying line. She grimaced as I took my last steps to meet her and I guessed that she was trying to smile.
"Are you okay Lisa?" I asked concerned, my own troubles put aside.
"Mhm," she tried to assure me, her lips white as they tightened. Again she grimaced and I worried further when I spied her wringing hands and her eyes that seemed to be caught by a tennis ball – back and forth they went, trying to keep up with an imaginary game.
I was about to question her again but held myself back when she suddenly turned to me with pleading eyes like she knew what I was thinking and she was begging me not to. I sighed, let it go and decided that she would reveal her little secret when she wanted to and that I might as well worry about other things.
"Anyways. Sorry to cut your night short Rosie, but I just found out that I have to work early in the morning and I'm going to have to get home. I know you were having fun but since you don't have another ride home…" I could hear the sincerity in her voice and released her of her worrying.
"No worries Lisa, I've had a long day anyways and I'm pretty tired." I lied smoothly; a small smile upon my lips that I hope didn't hold the regret that I felt. It wasn't that I was having fun; it was that feeling that wanted to drag me back to the boy on the log. I could still remember how the moment I looked into his eyes I felt like I was finally thriving and becoming myself.
But, I reasoned, if I waited my whole life to feel like that, I could wait a little longer. The scary thing is that I have no idea when I'll see him again.
My mind was filled with him, him, him.
"Okay, we'll… lets go!" She commanded suspiciously, quickly making her way down the porch steps and toward her car. I stood frozen for a moment, my mouth hanging open, a little shocked that she wasn't even taking the time to politely say farewell to the other guests, her friends. I looked back at the house behind me, knowing that Emily was in there, and I wanted to say how glad I was to meet her until I heard a short honk from behind me.
I turn around and for a moment it feels like the warm, smoky air has condensed as if to hold me there. I feel eyes burning the back of my neck, burning my very being, but then Lisa's honk scares me back to reality and I jog to the car, not wanting to upset her. She stares ahead as we drive away from the bonfire as I stare behind us, watching the world being pulled away.
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I woke up to the sound of consistent ringing and a foggy mind. I thought for one confused moment that it was strange that my alarm was going off considering I hadn't set it last night and reached over to my bedside table and smacked it a couple of times. I stopped this as soon as I realized that the ringing was indeed my phone, which was, unfortunately, on my desk located on the other side of my room.
A tortured groan escapes my lips as I throw off my covers and slide out of bed. My feet drag across the carpet and I scorn the person calling me at nine o'clock in the morning. I sigh as I grab the phone blindly and answer.
"Hello?" I ask wearily.
"Rosie! Did I wake you up?" Renesmee inquired, sounding curious yet not waiting for an answer. "I'm very sorry but I'm feeling motivated to complete the tasks set out for me today."
Of course. When Renesmee feels motivated, I'm dragged along with her.
"No problem," I mumble, but managing to sound bright through the sleepiness. "So what did you want?"
"I know that we planned to get together tomorrow, but I was wondering if you wanted to go to Seattle to shop with me today." She asked casually, and I could picture her busying herself with cleaning or reading, preoccupied.
For a split second, a second that left me confused, I thought of saying no and running down to La Push… but I soon shook the idea out of my head, not wanting to pass up a chance of spending time with Renesmee. I was baffled at how abruptly the concept of time had changed for me – my mind automatically found free time in the near future to visit the town that now summoned me.
There was a slight pause as I caught up with my thoughts, the words not making their way out of my mouth. I dismissed the trail my mind had gone down and decided to revisit the matter later and give my attention to my friend.
"Oh, that sounds great. What time?" I asked enthusiastically, suddenly anxious to get out of the rainy town of Forks.
"Twelve o'clock," She clucked, content with my excitement.
"Okay then, I'll start getting ready. See you then." I stated quickly, hanging up after she said her farewell.
I proceeded to set my alarm for ten o'clock – two hours from now – slide into bed, slip under the beckoning covers, bury my head in my pillows and fall fast asleep.
Sane people do not call at eight o'clock in the morning, but then again, when I became friends with Renesmee, sanity is not something I signed up for.
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Renesmee and I left at noon, having already eaten an early lunch we decided to make the most of the daylight. I had run out of the front door with a last shouted goodbye to my grandmother and practically dove into the car. Ever since she had called I was an excited mess, jumping around and getting ready. I felt like a little girl dressing up to go visit relatives on a holiday – I didn't go to the city often due to the lack of necessity to drive up there for anything.
It was a bit sad at how enthusiastic I was about the whole endeavor. My sunny disposition seemed to have its mysterious effect on my appearance as I got ready for the day. I put on makeup and let my hair fall out of my bun in waves that usually looked unkempt but now looked tame and shiny. I slipped on a pair of worn and ripped jeans that hugged my legs but had to settle with a comfortable and warm hoodie to protect myself from the inevitable rain. I dug around for my favorite, plain, v-neck, grey hoodie that hugged me perfectly – it was the most comforting piece of clothing I own.
I worked at the double knot that the laces of my black Keds had been tied into, cursing myself for the habit. Many people find double knots to be handy, but when mixed with the habit of slipping off your shoes instead of untying them can be time consuming. It wouldn't be so annoying if it wasn't because of my own renowned laziness. I sighed in relief as I finally got them on my feet and rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. The minty flavor of the paste was fresh and my eyes flashed with a giddy glare – everything was brightening my day. First the small trip, then the victory over my shoe laces… everything was nice.
I had said my farewell to my grandmother and was just slipping on my little charm necklace – a little gold tag left blank – when I heard the horn from Renesmee's car. I grabbed my satchel from its comfortable post by the front door and I was gone.
She all but pounced on me as soon as I flew into the car.
"How did last night go?" She asked, pulling away from my house and driving away. I sighed, mentally debating whether it was essential to tell her that I'd gone insane or not. People did not usually react well to that sort of information.
I fidgeted in my seat as I answered, "Fine, I guess. The people are nice but Lisa had to leave early… and there isn't really that much to say."
I shrugged and turned my face to look out the window that was decorated with drops of rain that raced across the glass fluidly, capturing my attention.
"Well its good that you were able to see Lisa, I'm sure she appreciated you going down there." She said, prompting me to continue the conversation.
I sighed with happiness, remembering how good it felt to see my aunt again after such a long time. "Yeah, it was so great to see her again – I forgot how much I missed her." I chuckled sadly.
"So…" She began, and I could tell she was trying to get me to reveal something, "Did you meet any of her friends?"
I tried to appear unfeigned as I answered, "Yes, there were more people than I anticipated" I hoped that I could continue to keep my new infatuation a secret if I could focus on everything else but Paul.
She indicated to me to continue, and I obliged.
"Um, I met Emily and Sam – nice couple. Actually, there were a few couples; Jared and Kim, Seth and Sarah. I think that's it, I could be forgetting someone. Emily introduced me to them and Quil, Embry and Matt. Oh! And Claire, she's this cute little toddler, very adorable." I rambled, pausing every once in a while to remember names. I completely left Paul out of the list, not wanting her to be the least bit suspicious of me. Lord knows Renesmee can sniff out any withheld information.
She nodded, but I couldn't help but feel that she wasn't satisfied with my information. I decided to ignore the feeling and continue on with my story – the feeling of excitement had returned as I remembered everything from last night.
"But Renesmee, you should have seen them! They were so large – I swear they were the tallest and buffest people I've ever seen. I can't begin to describe them, it's unbelievable." She looked bemused as I went on about them, a smile gracing her lips but something else was shining in her eyes, something I couldn't label.
"And Lisa and Emily made a ridiculous amount of food. I didn't stay long enough to see if everything got eaten but I couldn't imagine that ever happening. But it was all delicious of course – they're amazing cooks."
And that's how it continued for an hour and a half until we reached Seattle. She eventually joined me in my rambles as I began to venture onto other topics. We laughed and shared until we pulled into a parking garage in downtown Seattle.
Thanks for reading! I hope it lives up to your standards.
To prove that I will indeed be updating again (hopefully soon, but not until after the 20th), here are some preview thingys:
- Rosie will be introduced to the Cullens.
- She does something slightly out of character, will see Paul again.
- We are introduced to a douche-y character next time. Hip hip hooray!
****** What do you guys think about me not going into that much detail about the Seattle trip? Do you guys want that to be a main thing next chapter or not? Cause that story line is emtpy, but I can find some substantial event to happen on their trip if you want.
Just like Journey says - Any way you want it, thats the way you need it!
Please review, it helps out! Or you can just prove you're just as crazy as I am by not writing anything relevant, I enjoy those :)