Dear Readers,

Just a heads up from Aries: This Chapter is extremely short. Mostly due to the fact I started my internship and when I tried coming up with something more my brain with pfft! on me... Damn my brain and it's short attention span.

Anyhow! I do not own Twilight, nor do I own the stories. Which I'm extremely disappointed about because I fucking love the wolves, and wish there was more... No offense I dislike Bella... Dislike being one of the weak words to describe my intense non-liking of her.

However I do, own Kee, who is my personal O.C.

As many of you reading this know, I am co-looping my story with my friend DevilishDesire, who is an awesome writer by the by, and she has two O.C.s Jordan and Jayden, Jayden being the one up so far in Just Take A Chance. She's way ahead of the story I'm writing right now so~~~~~~~~~~

I just have to pick up the pace~ Non-stop

Well I hope you enjoy~

Chapter Two: Would this be considered settling in? :/

For the past three days, I have been living at Auntie Sue's.

It's alright, kind of too quiet for my liking, but at least I have dear ol' Bacon to keep me company while I tough it out here.

I looked up from my I-pod screen, my fingers in mid-tap. Where was he anyways? I shrugged, thinking He can take care of himself and leaned back onto my pillow, and looked up at my incredibly white ceiling and shivered.

It's not just the ceiling that's white. It's all four walls.

It's the carpeting on the floor. My metal bed frame, my furniture, even my comforter is white. Soft as fuck! But white.

Sometimes… I just wish Auntie Sue would think.

When she saw my face, upon entering "my room".

She asked, "What you don't like it?"

I didn't know what to say.

I was dumbstruck really, who makes a room all white? And for a teen no less.

We're the messiest creatures on this planet, with opposable thumbs. Next to babies of course.

"It's not that… Just why all… white? Nothing against the color…But…" It matches my skin. I could get lost in this room.

She smiled wide and gave a chuckle, not the kind of chuckle that adults use when they're about to explain something to a child who is too stupid to understand what they're about to say; she gave the childish kind of chuckle; the one where the teen/child realizes what the adult will say is stupid, but the adult thinks it's an awesome plan.

"White matches with everything." I rolled my eyes and dropped my black duffel bag on the floor, before pushing my pale hand against the cool fabric of my comforter, pressing the soft mattress down.

"It's a room not an outfit."

"Kee!"

Startled, I looked up from my unzipped, still unpacked, duffel bag. When did I even start moving around?

In the doorway, stood my cousin Leah, her arms crossed over her chest, her left eyebrow raising just a few centimeters, her foot tapping against the floor, her toe just barely grazing against the edge of my rug.

She gave me this expectant look, and said "Well?"

"Well what?" I replied, as I lifted myself off my carpet, pressed my hand against my back, and stretched, trying to ignore her pinched face.

"Don't you well me." To this I just shook my head, and mentally started comparing her to my older sister, Migsi. They both have the temperament of a donkey… And I don't mean the funny one from Shrek.

"I honestly don't remember what you asked me." More like I wasn't paying attention, but I don't need to tell her that.

"Typical…" Sheesh. Why was she being… so much more of a girl than usual?

Leah isn't usually this snippy. I mean, yes like my sister she's a bit of an ass and has a really bad temper. Nothing I can't handle, since it's a normal everyday occurrence, from both of them.

But even in the few exchanges we've had, since I've been here, I've noticed the difference between a normal Leah, which is just plain angry all the time, and an overly angry Leah, which is ten times worse and fewer words.

"Mom wants to know if you're coming down for dinner." And before I can even say anything, she disappears, stomping off down the hall to her room, and slamming the door.

I would have said "Sure" but what's the point now that she just left?

I started my way downstairs, and immediately little Bacon jumps, nipping at my feet. I pretended he had said, Hey there Kee! What took you so long to come down?

Now that I think about that, that's kind of pathetic. I mean damn! I really must have no life if I'm making made up conversations with my pug.

"What did you do to Leah? I could smell her dragon smoke all the way from down here."

I blinked at my cousin Seth, before wincing at his crew-cut-military boy haircut. No matter how long I stay here, I'm probably never going to get used to this change. I mean seriously, the Seth I remember refused to get a haircut, enjoyed his wild-child hair that couldn't be tamed.

Now?

He just looks too clean cut. Too adult for my liking.

"Seriously man? Total and complete lameness you have to come up with something better than that!"

Avoiding the question as of present, cause in all honesty, I have no clue, what made her a bit more hormonal than usual.

And as curious as I am, I'm not willing to find out

. I'm the type of curiosity-killed-the-cat person in which:

I touch shiny objects , and big red buttons that would probably put myself and the rest of those around me into mortal danger.

But I'm NOT the type of curiosity-killed-the-cat person in which, I would go into a war zone, willingly. Nu-uh, not for me.