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"Why are you crying?" Stephenie asks
"I…I d-don't…I don't own Twilight." I wailed out
"Oh, sweety I know, I own Twilight." Stephenie says.
I wailed harder.
"That didn't help did it?" She says I just shook my head.
"Well, you own any character that is not in twilight." She tries again
"Really?" I asked
"Really." Stephenie says and smiles.
When I got home I was bombarded by a big golden flash of Peanut. "Hey puppy!" I said in that voice when someone is talking to a puppy or baby. I petted him on the head and hung up my bag on the hook by the front door. I then started to fallow the sounds of the radio playing those old 60s—70s radio stations that Lisa likes, and the smells of baked goods from the kitchen.
When I got to the kitchen, what a sight it was. Lisa was in the kitchen mumbling nonsense about not enough sugar…to much salt…should of added this not that. But that's not even the funny part, the kitchen was like somebody bought a whole grocery store of goods and dumped them smack dab on any open counter space and then a tornado went through it, twice.
"Experimenting for new recipes?" I asked as more of a statement than a question. She just nodded her head. I was used to this though because ever since I could remember she has been doing this. When every changing of the season comes she gets all crazy because as she says "We all need change in our life, so I choose to do that with my cooking." and I don't judge because, damn, She makes the best chocolate croissants. And I mean they are G-O-O-D.
"Well are you just going to stand there or are you going to come help me." She snapped at me.
"Well aren't you just miss sassy pants today?" I say a bit sarcastically sauntering over to her.
"I'm sorry. It's just today when I saw you leave for school that I realized that you have grown up so much, and it only just felt like yesterday that I was sending you off to the bus for you first day of school with your sack lunch." Lisa said sniffling with sadness evident in her voice.
"Ah, yes that sack lunch with the best PB&J that I ever had." I said dreamily remembering the way the peanut butter stuck to the roof of my tongue. The sweetness of the strawberry jelly, I was probably over-exaggerating it a bit, but as a child everything was over-exaggerated. I was suddenly slapped out of my past, literally.
"Oooowww!" I cried out. Damn she has a strong arm. I thought while rubbing my shoulder. I should really make a resolution to stop saying damn and damn it, I thought amously, starting now.
"This is not funny." She cried out
"Oh Lisa don't worry, you still have the summer and senior year with me." I said and then hugged her trying to make her feel better.
"Hey," I started again, "You'll get so sick of me that you will even be helping me move in my dorm room."
"You know what, your right. I'm going to make sure you have the best summer and senior year though. And to do that I better start with creating new recipes that you will remember forever and ever." She said going back into her own little world. We are back at square one, again. I rolled my eyes at her over dramaticness, if she didn't become my cook I swear she could of became an actor.
I grabbed a glass of tea and two chocolate chip cookies. I walk through the halls while munching on my cookies. I then went to my room opening the double doors. I headed straight for my closet, changed in to my painting cloths and went up to my safe haven, my painting room.
It's located on the very top of my "tower". My tower is located in my room. Now you have to see that there are four doors located in my room. The two on my right wall are the doors that lead me to my closet and tower. Then there were the sliding glass doors on the wall opposite of the hall door that led out into the yard. Then on the same right wall by my door out into the hall is my bath room completed with a jet tub, a shower head with 12 settings!
Sweet, sweet victory! Sometimes it pays off to have rich parents. So basically my room looks like the room that blonde Bitch has in Mean girls just with no pink, lot more art and I don't have a burn book. Oh and we don't have a pool, I mean are you crazy it's like 40 degrees or lower half the time in Forks. Until summer kicks in then we have what you call and Indian summer which means it's so hot and humid that your own skin sticks to your bones, like cloths would stick to your skin.
Any way I got to the top of the spiraling stair case to see my cat Henry slumbering on the window seat, at just the perfect angle. I had to paint that with the sun shining just the way I wanted and with the little particles in the air, it would be perfect. I turned on the old record player and put on my favorite modern songs. I know somebody cough-Lisa-cough who knows somebody that can take modern music and put it on a record. Yeah, your jelly. Actually no, were really not as you say "Jelly". Don't you have like somebody tell not to do no wrong in their life or something. No I don't because I'm stuck with you, for the rest of my living life. So forever. Precisely. Damn it. Damn it! I just broke my resolution. Never was going to work out any way. What do you mean by that? Nothing…nothing.
I shook my head to shut up my conscience and I relaxed my mind to paint. I closed my eyes to tactically figure what kind of paint brush I needed first. I chose the rounded brush and started. It was just me, the canvas and the paint brush that was like an extension of me. I just started with one easy stroke to test out the brush and begun. With every stroke I became closer to seeing the bigger picture. With every mistake I made I made sure to make it look like I did it on purpose.
Soon the lines where connecting together to make Henry, who by now was wide awake and wandering around the room jumping on shelves and such. Now all the picture needed now was color but I decided to do that tomorrow. I went to the sink to wash off my brushes and put them exactly where they were before. I wasn't lying when I say my family is pretty organized. I then descended down the stairs to the main floor with Henry behind me.
I felt like a princess every time I walked down those stairs that one of the main reasons I got a spiraling stair case instead of a boring straight one. When I got down to my room Peanut was already by the sliding doors to be let out. I opened up the door to the backyard; he did his business and came right back in. "Hey boy. How have you been today?" He responded with wagging his tail and looking out the glass doors.
"I know Peanut, but it's too late to go outside and play." He whined at that.
"But tomorrow I promise to take you for a walk and then we can play catch." He barked happily at that.
I just laughed at that and walked back to the kitchen for my usual supper time with Lisa.
"Hey Lisa girl." I said while bumping my hip with hers drawing out the "ir" in girl.
"Hey girly, foods still on the stove, won't be ready till another ten minutes. So let's talk." She asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"What do you want to talk about?" I said questionably.
"Oh you know, the latest gossip, boys, and of course what happened to Dr. Riddlie on Young and The Precious." She said playfully.
"Well." I started out dramatically. "I heard today that Vanessa Collins is pregnant again, so miss unfortunate that she had a miscarriage the first time around, lucky it summer break so nobody has to see that." I said shuddering out. I was also referring to Vanessa's belly. Last time she was supposedly prego in the eggo was freshman year and the baby's daddy was…drum role please… as you guessed. Brady-Fudging-Fuller. Now you'd expect after that little scare he would learn his lesson. He didn't. The day after it was told that he was seen walking out of the girls bathroom and not even seconds later Marsha Swaney was seen leaving the girls bathroom. Don't worry Brady isn't this baby's dad. It's some guys named Calven
"Ah yes so unfortunate." She told me with fake worry in her voice.
"So what else happened today?" She asked again with genuine curiosity
"Umm nothing much, why?" I told her
"No reason." She told me which made me curios.
"So how was your day? Anything exciting happen today for you?" I asked her
"I'd thought you'd never ask." She said dramatically.
"Well." She drawled out, and then she went full blast on me almost making my head spin. "Today Mr. Hotness on legs dropped off the mail at our house like any other day. But that's not even the best part; he went right up to the front door and knocked on it, which meant I had to open up the door and talk to him!" She squealed out.
"And I got his name. It's George" She said and once again squealed.
Mr. Hotness as Lisa refers as is our mailman. Ever since Lisa has been here she has had a crush on him for a reason I could never fathom, but I go along with it because love is love and I won't judge it.
"Really ?" I say to her with fake curiosity.
"Oh you, why can't you be happy for me." She huffed out. I was about to answer her but then the timer went off signaling that dinner was ready. Oooh I thought rubbing my imaginary hands together. Pasta delight, my favorite.
After supper I said good night to Lisa and went to my bedroom. I closed my door and locked it. I went into my bathroom and shut its door. I started to strip off my clothes. First my sweat shirt then my pants and then my shirt, turned around to see my reflection in the mirror. I saw a brown eyed blonde. I was 5'4 with long legs and a little torso. I have a long thin button nose with freckles dotted all over my cheeks and nose. I had normal sizes hips. My hair is golden straw color with thin pink lips. Like I said before I don't disappoint in the chest area. I turned around, stripped off my underwear and started my shower. I washed my face, body and hair. I got out of the shower and brushed my teeth. I opened up the bathroom door and stepped out into my room the cold air make goose bumps up my arms and legs. I crossed my room to my closet. My closet was a walk in closet that had so many different kinds of designer brans it hurt.
I put the dirty clothes that where in my hand in the dirty laundry basket. I then went to my underwear drawer and got me out some panties I put them on and then a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt that hung lose from my body. I then went back out to my bed room and shut my currents that covered the glass sliding doors and went to turn off my lights leaving the lamp lights on. I unlocked my door leading out into the hall and turned off the lights and me being the weird person I am ran to my bed and jumped up on it quickly pulling up all the covers over me. I started to breathe in deeply trying to catch my breath; I reached out for my water when I realized I forgot to get myself a glass of it. Ugh, now I have to get up and I just got comfortable. Oh well no need to waste my precious sleeping time. I then felt a heavy being on my bed and little paws on my legs. Peanut and Henry, I thought while rolling my eyes and then closed them.
But when I closed them all I could see was those dark ocean blue eyes with speckles of black.