A/n: Hi :) I am back with another update! I'm sorry if some of you were expecting an update sooner but it's been crazy in my house and I have work :/ I will try to update as often as I can though. Also, I wanted to thank anybody who liked/favorited/reviewed. It kind of made my day when I saw that at least a few people liked this story :) And I also know that those first few chapters were really rushed and that I put a lot into just a few chapters, but I wanted Kat to be in Washington, and I didn't want to take a billion chapters to get her there. But, I do promise that from now on the chapters will be better quality :)
Previously on Running form Tomorrow: Cindy if forced to call child services for Kat. Kat puts up a fight, saying that she can take care of herself, until they tell her that she would have to go into a foster home if she didn't have another place to live. She mentions that her father sends child support checks to her and they find her father, but he lives in Washington, forcing Kat to move away. When Kat arrives at Washington she meets seemingly nice people, including her father, Paul, and his wife and kids. But, Kat is mad because he had a perfect life and he never even tried to contact her. After she starts to unpack she is called to dinner. At dinner Kat meets Seth, whom she takes an instant liking too. Only to find out that he is married.
"Sorry I'm late guys." He apologized "there was a tr-"he was cut off by a fork being thrown at him. "Hey, what was that for?" He asked.
Paul then cleared his throat "Seth, this is my daughter, Katherine." Seth then turned to me with a smile that slowly faded.
"Hi." He said holding a hand out for me to shake. He was leaning across the table and had his hair falling into his eyes. His eyes were big and brown, but if you looked close enough there was some green flakes in there. "I'm Seth" he said with another blinding smile. And despite myself I found my hand reaching across the table to meet his.
When our hands met, I half-smiled. He was the nicest person that I had met so far.
"Kat." I replied. He smiled and pulled his hand back. I didn't realize it until his hand was gone, but when we were touching, I wasn't cold. He sat down and started to pile food onto his plate. As dinner progressed I found myself looking at Seth more than the rest of the people at the table. He was actually a nice looking person. He had dark brown hair that looked black at certain times. And he was looking at me too. Every time I looked at him he was looking at me with a big goofy smile on his face. Geez, I liked that smile.
Almost as soon as I thought that, someone from the other end of the table called Seth's name.
"So were you put in the dog house last night for losing all your poker money? I know the last time that happened the misses kicked you out." As he said that Rachel hit him over the head. "OW! What was that for?" he asked. Rachel's eyes flashed to me and then Seth.
The man who said that instantly shut up and stuffed some food into his mouth. I wasn't even paying attention anymore. Damn. The only nice guy here and he was taken. Just my freaking luck.
Suddenly what little appetite I had left me. I stared down at the spaghetti and meatballs and thought about my mother. Surprisingly, I missed the goop that she would cook for me every time she was in New York.
I started to feel the tears collecting in the corner of my eyes. It would have been really embarrassing if I just started to have some sort of mental break down at the dinner table. I had to get out of here.
"May I be excused?" I asked whoever was listening to me. Paul's wife nodded at me, so I grabbed my plate and started to get up from the table. But as I was about to stand up from my place at the table, a voice broke through my thoughts.
"You didn't eat a lot." Paul commented. I internally sighed. I really didn't want to have to talk to him at all. So, I looked down at my plate while I answered him.
"I'm not that hungry. I had a big lunch." I lied easily. I didn't get to eat lunch because I was on a plane at lunch time. I was actually pretty hungry too, but I couldn't eat with these people I didn't know around me. Without waiting for a reply I walked to the trash and threw the rest of my dinner away before washing my plate and putting it in the drying rack. I practically ran up the stairs and into my room.
When I got into my room I looked around. I still had to unpack, but I really needed to calm down first. I felt like I was on the edge of a mental break down. I looked out of the window in an attempt to distract myself from where I was and who I was with. My room was in the back side of the house, overlooking the big back yard that these people had. Right below my window was a shed looking thing. Looking down I could tell that I could easily just jump down from my window and onto the roof of the shed, and possibly I could jump off of the shed and go for a walk.
Thinking that it was worth a try I grabbed my Converse and locked my door. When I opened my window I was surprised to find that it opened without squeaking. I sat on the window seal and looked down to the roof of the shed. I turned my body around so that my front was facing the house and I used the window seal to lower myself onto the roof. I didn't even have to jump if I wanted to be able to get back into my room. That was good.
But, looking down from the top of the shed made me rethink my plan. From my window, the drop from the roof of the shed to the ground looked about five feet. But from on the roof it looked to be about a seven foot drop. Just as I was about to give up and crawl back into my room I caught sight of a pile of wood leaning against the side of the shed. It was a pretty big pile, looking about three feet tall. I walked to the pile and decided that it was worth a try. I jumped down onto the pile of wood and to my utter surprise, it stayed in tack. After I jumped down from the pile of wood I took off.
I started to run for the line of trees just to the left of the big back yard. I remembered seeing the beach a little ways away from the house. After about ten minutes of walking through the trees I came to the beach that I saw earlier. And despite me hating almost everything about Washington, I loved this beach. It was slightly colder than I would have thought a beach should be, but the coolness coming from the ocean was really refreshing. I realized that I was still only wearing a tank top and a pair of jeans, but at that point I really didn't care because the cold felt nice. It slight pain that i got only reminded me that i was actually alive.
I started to walk down the beach, making sure that the water didn't touch my shoes. I almost didn't notice the group of people sitting around a small driftwood fire. I slowed down automatically, wondering if these were some of the people from dinner. But, to my relief, I didn't recognize any of the people. I started walking at a normal pace again when a guy from the circle looked up and smiled at me. On instinct, I turned around and looked behind me, because nobody smiled at me like that. To my surprise nobody was behind me, so I turned around and looked at the guy again.
He looked to be about eighteen, pretty tall, and muscular. He also had a tattoo on his upper arm, which was exposed in the wife-beater he was wearing. He was also laughing, probably at me, sense I probably looked like I was mental. And despite my earlier almost-panic attack, I found myself smiling back at him.
"Hey!" he called out, drawing everybody else's attention to me too. I blushed because everybody was staring at me and decided to answer, so that they wouldn't think that I was some socially deprived weirdo.
"Hi." I replied. After I said that the guy got up and started to walk towards me. I stopped walking, thinking that maybe coming out to the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night may not have been the smartest idea. But, before I could even devise an escape plan, the man held out his hand.
"I'm Anthony. But, you can call me Tony." He said holding his hand out. Oh, so maybe he was just being friendly.
"I'm Katherine," I said putting my hand in his. "But you can call me Kat." He smiled at that and dropped my hand.
"So are you from Forks or something? I've never seen you around." He said looking me up and down. I felt slightly exposed under his stare, so I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Actually, I just moved here from New York." I replied. It then occurred to me that I had no idea where I was in Washington. When I said that, his eyes lit up. I was guessing that this was a small town if one new person got this guy all happy.
"Wow, that's pretty cool." He said. He stood there for a couple of seconds just looking at me. I was starting to wonder if I had something stuck on my face from my dinner when he turned and looked at the other people, as if noticing that there were other people on the beach with us. "Um, do you want to come chill with us?" he asked. "We have some coke and rum if you are interested." At that I smiled. With the day I had just had I was definitely in the mood for some alcohol.
"Sure," I said with a small smile "sounds like fun." Tony then smiled and led me over to the group of people around the fire. There were two other guys and another girl. When I walked over they all smiled at me. Damn, people here sure do like to smile.
"Kat, this is Jordan, Jason, and Jamie." He said motioning to the two guys and the girl. The guy named Jason had a couple of tattoos in the same spot that Anthony did, as well as a nose piercing. The other two people didn't look like they had any tattoos or piercing. "Guys, this is Kat. She just moved here from New York." When he said that the three others around the fire smiled. Definitely a small town.
"Hey." I said with a small wave. The others responded with a chorus of 'hellos'. I then followed Tony's lead and sat down in the sand. After a couple of questions about how I liked Washington I finally got to take a swing of the rum and coke mix. It immediately relaxed my tense muscles.
After answering a lot more questions about what it was like to live in New York and drinking about a quarter of the bottle the was being passed around, I finally thought it was time to head back to Paul's. I stood up and dusted myself off.
"Well, guys." I said looking at the others "I should be heading back to my house now." I started to head back to the forest when I felt a hand on my arm. My initial reaction would be to pull my arm free and run, but I pulled that reaction in and turned around. Tony was standing there with a small smile on his face.
"Um, can I have your number?" he asked "I could call you whenever there's a party going on."
I smiled. "Sure" I said. I took the phone that he had in his outstretched hand and programed my number into it. As I turned to walk off his hand touched my arm again, making me turn around.
"Are you still in high school?" he asked. When I raised one eyebrow he smiled and brought his hand to rest on the back of his neck. "Cus' if you are I can show you around, you know, whenever you get settled in."
I smiled again and nodded. "I'm not sure when I will be there." I said honestly "I still need my old school to send my transcripts to the school here. But, when they do I will make sure to give you a call." I told him. And in all honesty I did think that I was going to have to give him a call when I started school. He seemed like the kind of guy that was fun to party with as well as just chill with. Kind of like Jay. Thinking of Jay sent that all too familiar shot of pain through my chest. I remembered that I still needed to call Jay and tell him about how it was here.
After saying good-bye to my new friends I walked back through the woods. I was slightly tipsy, so it took me a bit longer to get back than it did to get out to the beach. But, eventually I found my new house. It was slightly harder to get back into my room than to get out, but that was probably due to the fact that I was under the influence.
After I got safely into my room I looked at the clock hanging in my room. 3:23 am. I sighed. I knew that I should probably have tried to get a few hours of sleep, but I knew that if I changed and got into that bed that I would just stare at the ceiling until it was an appropriate time to 'wake-up'. I hadn't been able to really sleep in over a year. Deciding that I wasn't going to get any sleep that night I walked into my bathroom. I was really thankful that they had given me my own bathroom because it would have been terrible to share a bathroom with a little kid.
I stripped out of all of my clothes and got under the warm stream. I wasn't that drunk, and I felt the slight buzz that I had gotten at the beach start to fade. After I washed my hair and shaved I got out of the shower. I looked in the mirror for the first time sense I moved. I had my mother's deep blue eyes and her pale complexion. My skin was clear and had a light pink tint to my cheeks. Up until yesterday I didn't know how much of my appearance I had gotten from my father, but seeing him I knew that I had gotten a lot of my looks from him. My hair was the same shade and texture as his; pitch black and as curly as fuck. I also had the same facial structure as he did. But, those realizations pissed me off more than anything. I didn't want to look like him. He pissed me off.
I walked out of the bathroom and to the suite case that was sitting on my bed. I pulled a pair of blue jeans out of the case along with a black t-shirt. I knew that I needed to go get some more winter clothes today. It was barely September and it already felt like winter. Thinking that, I walked back into the bathroom to put some make-up on. I put some mascara on my top eyelashes and some eyeliner on my bottom lid. I knew that I didn't wear any make-up on yesterday when I met my father; and I was kind of upset about that. I wanted him to know what he had left sixteen years ago.
After I was done with my make-up I grabbed the sock full of money that I had in my guitar case and pulled the money out. It was still too early for me to leave. Not to mention I had no idea where a store would be. So I would have to ask someone to take me shopping. Internally groaning at that thought, I quickly brushed my teeth and grabbed my guitar, iPod, and phone. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed an apple and a bottle of water from the fridge.
Taking all of my things I walked outside and onto the patio that they had there. I pulled my iPod out of my pocket and put my earphones in. As the music started to play I grabbed my guitar. It was something that I did in New York when I was bored. I would pick some random song and try to learn the guitar part. After years of practice I had actually gotten pretty good at playing.
After about half an hour of playing She Will be Loved by Maroon 5 came onto my iPod. I loved this song. After I played the first few cords on my guitar I started to sing along.
Beauty queen of only eighteen, she had some trouble with herself, He was always there to help her, she always belonged to someone else, I drove for miles and miles, and wound up at your door, I've had you so many times but somehow, I want more.
I started to sing slightly louder, as well as playing with a little more power.
I don't mind spending every day, out on your corner in the pouring rain, look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay awhile, and she will be loved, she will be loved.
Just as I finished those couple of cords it started to rain. I was under the cover of the porch, so I wasn't getting wet. The sight before me was really pretty, and I found myself singing quieter and strumming lighter.
Tap on my window knock on my door, I want to make you feel beautiful, I know I tend to get so insecure, and it doesn't matter anymore. It's not always rainbows and butterflies, its compromise that moves us along, yeah, my heart is full and my doors always open, you can come anytime you want.
I don't mind spending every day, out on your corner in the pouring rain, Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay awhile, and she will be loved, and she will be loved, and she will be loved, and she will be loved.
I started to feel like I was being watched. I wondered if I had woken somebody up. But, I was too into the song to stop, so I kept going.
I know where you hide, Alone in your car, Know all of the things that make you who you are, I know that goodbye means nothing at all, Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls.
Tap on my window knock on my door, I want to make you feel beautiful.
I don't mind spending every day, out on your corner in the pouring rain, Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay awhile, and she will be loved, and she will be loved, and she will be loved, and she will be loved.
Yeah.
I don't mind spending every day, out on your corner in the pouring rain.
Yeah.
After I played the last few cords I heard someone walking towards me. But, it wasn't loud like I expected it to be. I pulled my earphones out and turned around in my chair.
Standing there was a little girl about seven. She was still wearing a pair of blue pajamas, but that wasn't what I noticed about her. It was the hair. It looked exactly like mine did at her age. I kind of knew that she had to be one of Paul's other daughters.
I smiled at her because it wasn't her that I was mad at, it was her father. She smiled at me proceeded to walk toward me. She climbed into the seat across from me and pulled her knees up to her chest. She was a really cute kid. She had Paul's hair and his cheek bones. But the rest of her seemed to come from her mom.
"Your singing is really pretty." She said with a small smile. I smiled back. It was nice to hear that someone liked my music.
"Thank you." I replied.
"Can you play something else?" she asked sitting up a little straighter.
"Sure," I said "What do you want me to play?"
"Anything is fine." She said. I thought for a few seconds before I started to play Live Like We're Dying by Kris Allen. It was one of the only songs that I had memorized. As I sang I saw the little girl look over my head. She was obviously looking at somebody. After a couple of seconds she nodded and went back to watching me play.
After I finished the song I heard some people clapping from behind me. I blushed and turned around. Basically everybody that I had met the day before was standing there, watching me play. I blushed deeper and turned around to face the little girl.
"You didn't warn me." I accused. She smiled a wicked smile and pointed to a man behind me. "Seth told me not to." She said. I laughed and turned around. The man that I had met there yesterday was blushing and scratching the back of his neck. I smiled at him and turned around. Grabbing my half eaten apple and the rest of my things I followed everybody else inside. I went back into my room and put my guitar back into its case. I also plugged my iPod in to charge before I left my room. As I walked down the stairs my phone started to vibrate. I pulled my phone out of my back pocket and looked at the caller id. Jay. I smiled and pressed the talk button.
"Why the hell have you not called me?" Jays practically yelled at me.
"Well, hello to you to Jay." I said as I walked into the kitchen. I still needed to ask for a ride for later.
"Ha-ha. Very funny." He said "But, seriously! Why haven't you called me? I was started to think that you were lying dead in a ditch somewhere." I laughed at that. It was totally something Jay would say.
"I was busy." I explained "I had to unpack and then I fell asleep." Jay knew that I didn't sleep much, but I couldn't tell him what I really did last night because there were adults in the room.
"Are you near your dad?" he asked. He was good.
"Yup." I said popping the 'p'.
"Oh, well what is he like?" I thought about it. I really didn't know anything about him other than he had a daughter and a wife. Hell, I didn't even know his last name.
"I don't know." I replied with a little bit of a laugh. That was sad.
"Well, what's it like there?" He asked. I looked out side. It was raining and hailing. Ugh, gross.
"Wet." I replied with a full out laugh. I knew that he was going to be angry at me for that one. I took a seat at the dining table where everybody else was eating cereal. Well basically everybody. The pale people from yesterday were just sitting there talking with the others. Everybody was talking, but I kind of felt like they were listening to my conversation.
"I swear to God, Kat, if you say that one more time-"
"What?" I asked interrupting his little threat. We both knew that he wouldn't do anything. "What will you do Jay?"
I heard him sigh from the other end. "I can't do nothing." He said. He actually sounded almost exactly like George Lopez. Ha-ha.
"It's fine I guess. Boring. I have to get some more winter clothes today because it already feels like it's the dead of winter here." I said. I was pretty sure that more than one person looked at me when I said that.
"Yeah, that does sound boring. So when are you going to be starting school?" he asked. I really had no idea if my transcripts were even sent out yet.
"I have no idea." I responded truthfully. He sighed. I knew that it had to be irritating him that we were discussing things like old people did. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be in school?" I asked.
"I am in school. I just came to the bathroom to give my flaky friend a call. You know since she had me up all night thinking that she was dead." I laughed. He was so funny at times, but I knew that he was truly worried about me.
"I'm sorry, Jay. I will start to send you post cards everyday just so you know that I'm not 'dead in a ditch somewhere'." And it worked; he started to laugh.
"Yeah you better, missy. So what part of Washington are you in exactly?" he asked. I wanted to laugh at myself. I truly didn't have any idea of where I was.
"Um, honestly, I have no idea. But, I believe it's small. Like a reservation of some sorts." I said looking up as Seth sat down next to me with a bowl of cereal.
"Well, you're no help." He said with a tiny laugh. Just then my father came into the room with a small smile on his face.
"Hey, Jay I got to go. I will talk to you later when I have more to report." I knew that it was killing him not knowing what was going on with me. He had always had a protective side to him. "And get back to class mister or I will have to call and report you." He laughed.
"Okay, mom. I will talk to you later." He said and then hung up. I pulled the phone away and hit the 'end' button.
I was about to get up and grab some orange juice from the middle of the table when I saw a dark hand pop out of nowhere and hand me the carton.
"Thanks." I said when Seth pored me a glass full of the orange juice.
"Welcome," he said with a tiny smile. "So I heard you saying that you needed to get some clothes?" he asked me after I took a sip of my juice.
"Yeah," I said keeping my eyes on him and not on the other people who were definitely watching us. "it's a bit colder here than I thought it would be." I then thought about what Jay said about where in Washington I was. I knew that it would make me feel stupid to ask, but I kind of wanted to know. "So, um, where exactly are we?" I asked looking at my juice to hide my blush. Yeah I sounded dumb.
To my utter surprise nobody laughed right away. After a few seconds I looked up from my orange juice and into Seth's eyes. Again I felt myself just staring into his eyes like the other night. Somebody from the other side of the table cleared their throat, making me jump and break my little staring contest with Seth. I let my hair fall in a little curtain to cover the blush that had just gotten worse. He's married. I reminded myself. You can't look at him like that if he's married.
"Um, we are in La Push." Seth answered trying to sound normal, but I could detect the slight edginess. When I turned to him and raised an eyebrow he elaborated. "It's a tiny Indian Reservation. Like really tiny, so, that's probably why you have never heard of it." I smiled. Well, at least he doesn't think I'm mental. "So if you want I can take you with me to Port Angeles. I have to go up there to try to find some parts for my car. And if you want I can drop you off at a mall." I was so thankful for him not mentioning the fact that I didn't know where I lived. And I did really need some long-sleeved shirts and maybe a couple more jackets. So I noodled.
After I did he smiled and turned back to his breakfast. I wasn't sure, but it looked like he had a whole box of cereal in that bowl. Boys.
A couple minutes later the little girl that listened to me this morning walked into the kitchen. She smiled and grabbed a bowl from a cabinet and sat across from Seth and I. She poured herself some cereal and then looked up at me. I smiled, not sure why she was looking at me like that.
"I'm Chloe." She said suddenly; taking another bite of her breakfast. I liked this kid, she seemed like a mini-me. Ha-ha mini-me.
"Kat," I replied reaching across the table to shake her hand. She looked at my hand for a few seconds before she took it.
"So, that are you doing today?" she asked going back to eating her cereal.
"I'm going to Port Angeles with Seth to get some winter clothes." I replied easily. She was probably the easiest little kid to talk to. She seemed older than she looked.
"Cool," she said looking at Seth "can I come?" Seth turned to me with a questioning look on his perfect face.
"Sure," I said "if your parents are cool with it." I tried not to acknowledge the small part of me that was telling me that we were most likely related. She then turned to Paul with a pleading look on her face. Wow, she sure had one hell of a puppy face.
Paul nodded and the little girl squeaked. Even her squeaks were cute.
When Chloe was finally done eating breakfast we all got into the car that Seth's sister let us borrow for the day. The ride there took about an hour and the whole time Chloe insisted that we listen to Miley Cyrus songs. By the time we arrived at the mall I was ready to shoot myself. The second the car was parked I jumped out of the car and took a deep breath.
Seth was the second person out of the car, and by the look on his face I knew that he was ready to shoot himself too. I laughed at the expression that he had when he turned to me.
"That was torturous." He said with a straight face.
"Tell me about it." I said walking around to his side of the car. Chloe then stepped out of the car and looked around.
"Where to first?" she asked eying the little boutique down the street. It actually had some pretty nice things in the window, so I decided that would be our first stop.
"You want to go there?" I said pointing toward the little boutique. Chloe nodded and started to walk down the street. I followed her after a few seconds. I then noticed that Seth was still walking beside me. He had his hands in his jean pockets and he was looking at me. When I caught him looking at me he turned his gaze down to his feet.
He was actually a pretty hansom person. He had brown hair that was just starting to fall into his eyes. He had sort of a young look about him; making me think that he couldn't be older than twenty. He was also pretty tall, probably over 6' and up close one could see that he had some pretty impressive muscles. They weren't nearly as big as my fathers or some of his friends; but they were still impressive. He also had the most amazing smile that I had ever seen on one person. You would think that he would be down because the weather in this state was crap all the time, but he didn't seem to mind at all.
As we got to the entrance of the store he jogged ahead and got the door for Chloe and myself. I smiled to myself. Who said chivalry was dead.
As soon as we were in the boutique I felt like I had made a big mistake picking that store. There were pink and frilly things everywhere. But, it looked like Chloe was at home here. She already had a few things picked out from the child racks that were toward the back of the store. Following her lead I started to walk around the tiny store looking for something that I could actually see myself wearing.
After about twenty minutes I had a couple of pairs of jeans and a new leather jacket. I was actually feeling bad for Seth because all he did was sit in the dressing room and tell Chloe and myself that he liked basically everything that was had tried on. But, I wasn't the bad one. Chloe had basically raided the entire store and took everything in her size.
Seth told me that she got it from one of my father's friends, Alice. He told me that Alice was one of the pale people that were there yesterday and this morning. He told me that Alice and her family actually weren't a part of the Quileute tribe, but that they had become great friends over the years. I could tell just by the way that he talked about them that the thought of them like family.
"So, what do you think of your dad so far?' he asked. I wasn't sure if anybody put him up to asking me, but I felt like it was just an innocent enough question, so I decided to answer truthfully.
"He's fine, I guess." I replied looking at the tip of my converse. They had been scuffed from years of wearing them and looked pretty gross.
"You guess?" he said ducking his head so that he could look me in the eyes.
"Yeah, I guess. I know almost nothing about him. Hell, I don't even know his last name." I said right as Chloe walked out of the dressing room with a pair of skinny jeans and a white blouse. She actually looked really beautiful. "I like those." I replied when she asked me what I thought. Seth nodded and she went back into the dressing room.
"Well, he can be kind of a jerk at times, but ever since he found Rachel he isn't nearly as bad. And he does care about you, just so you know." At that I took my eyes off of my shoes and looked at him like he was crazy.
"He didn't care about me when I was born. Hell he didn't give a shit that I lived across the freaking U.S, until those child services people called him. And if my mother never died then he never would have even know what I looked like." I said while trying not to grind my teeth. I hated that the one person who I might consider a friend here was on my father's side.
"Okay, that may be true. But, did you ever think that maybe things happen for a reason? That maybe you were sent here to get to know him?" I thought about that for a few seconds. I did believe that things happened for a reason, but did I really think that I lost my mother and best friend just so I could have a chance at a relationship with my father? I wasn't sure.
"I do things happen for a reason. I'm just not sure I want to forgive him for leaving my mother and me when he didn't even get a chance to meet me. I mean if he had met me then, I was always pretty sure that he would have stayed. But, he didn't even give me a chance." I wanted to sound confident and sure about myself when I said that, but my voice broke on the last word. I looked away from Seth, thinking that I was stupid for telling him so much about myself. I felt him touch my chin, making me look at him.
"I'm sure that if he had met you that he would have stayed, but look at the bright side. If he had never left then we would have never met." I was still looking in his eyes when suddenly his gaze shifted from my eyes to my lips ad back up to my eyes. I jerked away. He has a wife. I reminded myself. And you only met him yesterday! I internally yelled at myself.
Just then Chloe came out in her original clothes, holding the things that she wanted to buy. I grabbed the things that I had picked out and walked to the cash register. I pulled out the money that I had grabbed that morning and paid for our things. Seth held the door again for us as we left the little boutique. As we got into his car Chloe turned the radio back onto Miley Cyrus. Seth and groaned at the same time. I laughed and looked over at him.
He was wearing that breathtaking smile again. As we drove toward the nearest car shop Seth and I started to talk about the weather in La Push.
"You mean that it's like this all this time here?" I asked while staring out the window at the cloudy September sky. It was kind of depressing.
Seth then laughed and nodded his head. "Pretty much." He replied as we pulled up to the Checkers. We all got out again and walked in the store. As I walked behind Seth I was silently glad that he knew what he was doing. I had no idea what anything in that store would do.
After he found what he was looking for he paid and we went to go find a place to eat. We ended up eating at a local Arbys because Chloe wanted to. As lunch progressed I found myself watching Seth. I thought about what almost/kind of happened between us. I found myself wishing that he wasn't married just so that I wouldn't have to feel guilty about liking him. Because if I was being honest with myself; I knew that I liked Seth more than just a friend. He was sweet and whole-hearted and not to mention totally hot.
As we were driving back to La Push, I suddenly remembered that I still needed to get toiletries and such.
"Hey, Seth can we stop at a Wal-Mart or something? I need some things."
"Sure." He said as he took an exit at a town called Forks. I remembered that he told me that this was where the Cullen's lived. As we pulled up I looked at the tiny Wal-Mart in front of me. The Wal-Mart in New York was gigantic compared to this one.
Once we were inside I went and got some shampoo and conditioner as well as a razor and some body wash. I also got some lotion and hair brush. Chloe made Seth and I get her some make-up as we were leaving. I personally thought that she was way to pretty to wear and make-up, but I guess when I was her age I did the same thing, so I didn't say anything.
Just as we were leaving I saw a couple of the people from dinner the night before.
"Hey, guys!" Seth said waving his hand over his head. I was kind of wishing that he would have just walked right by them, because at that second it started to rain.
"Hey, Seth." The man with blonde hair said as they walked toward us. "Katherine, Chloe." He said with a slight nod of his head.
"Kat." I said. I really hated when people used my first name because it just sounded too formal. The man smiled at me and held his hand out. I took it and was slightly taken back by the temperature of his skin. It was like he had been icing them before he left his house.
"Hello, Kat. I'm doctor Carlisle Cullen, I believe we meet yesterday? This is my wife, Esme, and our daughter, Alice." He said pointing to the other people with him. They were all exceptionally beautiful. I felt completely ordinary standing there with them, not to mention the fact that we had never gotten out of the rain, so I probably looked like a drowned cat. Ha-ha. Pun intended.
"It's nice to meet you all." I said while looking at Alice. She was only about 4'10", but you could tell that she would be a force to be reckoned with. I could also tell where Chloe got her style from. This girl was definitely wearing some designer clothes. She had black hair that was chopped short and spiked in different directions. I also noticed that all of them had whiter than white skin, as well as a strange gold colored eyes.
The doctor then turned to Seth. "Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?" he asked. I was kind of curious as to why Seth would go to their house to eat. From what he had told me throughout the day; he lived with his mom and sister. I wasn't sure, but it sounded like he would have somebody to cook for him if he couldn't cook for himself. But, then again he was telling me how Esme liked to cook.
"Sure." Seth replied, interrupting my brooding. The doctor then turned to me with a brilliant smile.
"If you want your family wishes they may come to. The more the merrier, right?" I tried to put it out of my mind that he said 'my family'. They weren't my family. I barely knew them.
Despite my anger I smiled at him. After all he didn't know that I despised the fact that I had to live with my father. "I will be sure to tell them." He smiled then and turned up to the sky. He kind of looked like a male model when he did that.
"Well, I should let you guys get going. I hope to see you at dinner." He said before turning and walking into the minuscule Wal-Mart. Seth led us back to the car and we drove the rest of the ride talking comfortably about his friendship with the Cullen's. Apparently he was the first person in La Push to be friends with the Cullen's, and they still had a solid friendship. I think I liked him more because he was the first to see them not as outsiders, but as actual people.
As we made our way inside I suddenly felt as if I didn't want that afternoon to end. I really like not only was Seth the sweetest guy I had met in a long time, but Chloe was the funniest kid in the world. I was actually kind of happy that, in as little as a day, I felt more comfortable in Washington then I ever thought I would. The only thing that troubled me was the fact that I would have to stay here for two more years. I didn't know if I could stay away from New York that long.
After I dropped my things off in my room I walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. Paul was sitting at the dining room table with a book in front of him. I stopped and stared at him for a second before I decided to tell him about the offer that Carlisle had extended.
"Doctor Cullen said that, if you want, we can go over to his house for dinner." I said without a greeting.
He put the book down and smiled at me. He and Chloe had the same smile. "Sure, what time?" he asked. I looked down. That would have been a good question to ask Doctor Cullen.
"I didn't think to ask. I have no idea." I said while my cheeks turned pink.
"It's fine. I will just give him a call." I nodded at that and left to go unpack the things I got that day as well as the things that I didn't unpack the night before.
As I was unpacking my phone went off; signaling that I had gotten a text.
So did you find anything out about the parental? –J
I sighed. I didn't think to ask Seth too much about my father, so I told him all that I knew.
Well, apparently he is a 'good guy' that has a little bit of a temper. Um…he reads. Oh, and get this; he cares about me. –K
A few second later I got his reply.
Ha-ha. Your father really reads? I thought that he wouldn't be able to understand simple English :P-J
Why you say that?-K
I was truly confused as to why Jay would point out the fact that he reads over the fact that he says he cares about me.
Well, he left you; so he has to be pretty messed up in the head. –J
I smiled at his last text. He somehow always knew how to make me feel just a million times better.
Aw you're sweet. *blushes* Ha-ha. Well, I have to go eat dinner. I will call you later tonight. Luvs you! –K
A/n: So there you have it. Chapter three. I hope it was better than the first two chapters because I feel like those ones were done in a little bit of a rush. I will also try to show more of the other characters in the next chapter. Um, so, yeah that's pretty much all I have to say. Hope you enjoyed :)
Oh and constructive critism is always welcome :)