Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, Buuuuuuuuuuuut I own this story. Mwahahahahahahahaha. Ha.
After I help Sue last night I went back home for a well-deserved shower and to watch my favorite soap opera Young and the Precious. Did you know that Cara and Steven are cheating on each other with the same women? How scandalous! Then after that I went to bed, oh how I love thow sleep.
I woke up to the most annoying sound created by mankind, my alarm clock. Why the hell is it still on? I grumbled some words that are definitely not PG-13. I stretched my hand out to shut the damn thing up. In doing so I had to wake up, and I hate waking up. After I shut the horrid thing you call an alarm up I got out of bed to see what time it was. 6 freaking o'clock, what the fudge!? Way too early to wake up, I almost went back to bed when I remembered that today was Sunday, and I needed to get my chores done before I go to church. I did my routine again. Walked Peanut, feed him and watered him I did the same thing to Henry minus the walking part. I tried, trust me I got the scar marks to prove it. I then took a shower to get all the sweat and grime off of me from this morning's fiasco. Peanut saw a squirrel and apparently he had to be all over that, gross that's all I have to say. After I groomed myself I went to my closet to put my Sunday best on. I choose a floral gown with flowers all over it varying colors from pink, white, and a light aqua color, with a light jean washed jacket with white stilettos. I also put on a golden locket that reached to my belly button. Foe make up I just put foundation on, a little mascara and some light lip gloss, god I hate make up. I then went to grab a quick breakfast, some toast and butter. I didn't over do it because today was Sunday brunch day. I went to go wake Lisa up for Church but decided against it when I saw here in her bed sleeping all peaceful like.
I sighed when I looked at her, sometimes I felt like I was the adult here and not the other way around. I guess that's what I get for being antisocial and all. I went and grabbed my keys of the hook and was on my way to Forks one and only church. Now if I have learned anything from my parents, it is that you should go to Church, when I was younger I used to complain about it to Lisa but lately now I go because, well I like going and learning about God.
After an hour of hymns, scripture, and morning pair it was time to go. On the way home Lisa texted me that she needed me to pick up a few items for Sunday brunch-day. I was excited when I saw the ingredients, chocolate, whip cream; bread loaf, and roast beef. Chocolate cream pie and roast beef dip. Yum.
I pulled into the parking lot and got out of my truck, my heels clacking on the pavement the whole way. When I walked in I just knew stares would fallow I mean it's kinda hard with the outfit I've got on and that fact that the dress accents some lady parts that are closer north than south. I proceeded to go to the isle that had the bread, I then went to the deli and got some roast beef, and then the whip cream, now the only thing I needed was the chocolate. When I went down towards the isle that held the chocolate I stopped mid-step from the begging of the isle. In all the glory of manliness and sex on legs was the most gorgeous boy—no man ever to set foot on earth, Oh my poor mortal eyes couldn't handle it. I mean he has no shirt on, now I understand how Lisa must have felt around George. I swear drool was falling out of my mouth, I mean did you see the way his back muscles flexed. They were just calling me saying, Lily jump me, and you know you want to. I, then like any normal teenage girl with hormones, checked this fine specimen out. I mean look at that ass—Oh my goulash he's turning around—oh my goulash, oh my goulash, oh my—hell no! Do you want to guess who, do you really honestly want to, Brady-Freaking-Fuller. Fudge my life, why the heck did I have to be attracted to him. Your complaining about it. And then he spoke.
"Like what you see." He chuckled all cockily like; I think my ear just had an orgasm after hearing that voice.
"Um…uh…Th…the…chocolate." I say pointing to the chocolate behind him. Smooth Lily, just smooth. He moved out of my way to get it. I grabbed the kind Lisa and I like and then turned around to escape. I mean me and boys and especially Brady do not mix. But there was a wall in my way, no not a wall; it was a tan 10 pack, perfectly sculpted body, with biceps the size of my head. When I looked up I saw the wall looking down upon me with a cheshire grin, like he was about to get something. I then looked up into his eyes. His chesire grin turned into a frown. He then pushed himself off me and said something that made me nauseated.
"You." He said it as if I was the most disgusting thing that walked on earth. First I felt stunned, then hurt, and then I was angry. How dare he!
"Yes, me," I said venomously at him. I then stomped off making my heels clack. I swear Brady's eyes where burning a whole trough my back, but I wouldn't know I didn't look back. I went to the cash register and threw my stuff down on the table.
"Tough morning." A light female voice says to me, I looked up to see a frail old women looking up at me, suddenly I felt guilty for just slamming my groceries down on her, well not on her but you know what I mean.
"Sorry." I say meekly to her.
"Quite alright, some days or should I say mornings are like that." She said to me.
"It's still no excuse." I tell her, she then gave me the bag of groceries and I gave her the black card. Yeah you heard me, the black card. I gave her tip too, because Lisa said you should always leave a tip because I'm very privileged and that others have to work their ass off just to get the luxury of getting hot water. I thanked her and then walked out of the store straight to my truck.
After Sunday Brunch and a full belly I was ready to take a nap. I was just off to sleepy, sleepy town when my phone rang. Nobody called me unless…? Could it be… Please god no,no,no,NO! My thoughts were proven right when I looked at the caller ID.
"Oh,Shit."
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