Hey! I know that it has been awhile since I last updated! When I finish 'Sealed with a Dare' I will be updating faster! =) I promise!
So here is the next chapter. Just bear with me on this chapter and pretend it's realistic! Thanks
Disclaimer: nothing is mine…. So sad
BPOV
We had been on the road for 1 and a half days. We would be finishing the trip up later today thank god. Rosalie had been annoying the crap out of me. The whole time all I heard were complaints.
The main complaint was 'God Bella, are you a freaking turtle?' or 'A grandma could go faster than you!' I mean I actually value my life and my car.
There I go venting. Rosalie could be a little high maintenance at times. Who am I kidding? She was high maintenance all the time. The thing was if you really loved her, you would learn to deal with it. My mother, Phil and I had. I just can't wait to see the lucky guy who gets to keep her for the rest of their lives. He is going to be one lucky bastard.
We were in South Carolina right now so we should be in Alabama in about 5 hours. It was noon right now, so we would arrive in the evening which means I can go to sleep faster without Rose bugging the crap out of me. I mean after spending a solid 36 hours with someone, you would be about ready to rip their heads off too. I wonder how my dad and all the others will react to the new Rose. After we moved from Alabama to New York, we discovered the magic of Phil's plastic money. We also learned about designers and make up and 'how to' with guys. What can I say? We became experts.
When we do arrive in Alabama hopefully they won't see us as high maintenance bitches that get everything their heart desires. Which is NOT true. It just happens to be that Phil is willing to give us whatever we may like. If they did give us whatever we wanted, we would be on a plane to Hawaii, but no.
I was actually nervous to see how the Cullens and Hales had grown and changed over the past eight years. I wonder what they looked like.
Jasper was always the polite southern gentleman. He had the adorable little accent. He and his brother (Emmett) had lived in Texas before they lived in Alabama, only the accent stuck with Jasper. I wonder if he still has it. Any who, he had those baby blue eyes and round face plus the shaggy dirty blonde hair. He was also always calm. Nothing ever ticked him off, and when you did, you RUN! Ha. For some strange reason I could always see him and Alice together. They evened each other out. Alice was the bubbly spunky one that kept you on your toes. I love that girl. I regret not keeping up with her. To go with her personality she had this wild mess of hair. When we had left she still didn't know how to style it. Her hazel eyes could make you melt. They had the perfect amount of every color in them. The main color was a sparkling green and it had a mix of blue swirled into it. They also had specks of brown in them. No one could turn down those eyes.
Emmett, Jasper's older brother, was a lunatic. He could brighten anyone's day. He of course is the kind of person that would land you in jail and be right next to you saying that was awesome! Once we get out let's do it again, just not get caught. He was always tall for his age and had black kind of curly hair. His eyes were a piercing blue that would light up when he smiled. I think Rose had a crush on him for a little while but it eventually went away when she spotted some other guy.
Then last but not least, is Edward. I thought that he was the cutie out of the batch. He had those emerald green eyes and a smile that could take your breath away. Or so I remember. He was the most understanding and patient. He could wait for things unlike Emmett. Not meaning to point any fingers. He had this unique color hair that you could spot from miles away. A bronzed haired boy with a cute smile and mesmerizing eyes, I'm betting that girls swoon over him now. I know that Edward wouldn't be cocky about it and turn into a player. (A.N. and he is not a player) He, like Jasper, respected girls and values and all that other stuff.
I was snapped out of dreamland and into reality when my new blackberry storm buzzed in my lap. I looked down and opened the message from my mom. Phil and Renee were about an hour behind us since they left the hotel and hour later than us. This is a surprise considering Rose and I were together getting ready.
The text message read,
"I forgot to remind you girls but we will be meeting your dad at this address (insert random address) he doesn't know that the two of you are coming. Will b a surprise bday gift!"
Huh? Birthday gift?
I replied as fast as I could
'Bday gift?'
I placed my phone back in my lap and continued to watch the road. My phone buzzed moments later. For a lady who barley knows how to call a person on a phone she sure could text fast.
The message read
'Yes, today is ur father's 40th Bday.'
Ha! That is how out of it we have been. After a few more messages I learned the following information
It's Charlie's birthday
I had no clue that it was
Rose and I were the 'gifts'
He was having a party at (insert address here)
ALL his friends and family were going to be there.
Since when was Charlie able to plan a party? He was barley able to make a sandwich with out chopping off his fingers, let alone plan a whole party.
The party was at an outside park with one of those big tents and fancy chairs and table cloths and southern party stuff. I wonder who all is going to be there. Fellow officers from work? Charlie was never a social person at all. He even has trouble being social with his own family! I mean not talking with us for 8 years? Beautiful.
We were now nearing the state border of Alabama and I was getting this huge pit in my stomach that was getting deeper and deeper every mile that we got closer. Only two hours until we are officially back to the Country.
----------2 hours later-----------
We had finally arrived in Maycomb and I was a nervous as hell. My hands were shaking and I was messing with my hair and playing with the hem of my white sundress. I know this is random and all but, Rose and I were both wearing white sundresses. Huh, I never realized that we usually dressed alike. That was going to have to change soon. (Dresses on profile, I really love their dresses!!)
I could tell Rose was a little nervous also. She was fidgeting with everything her hands could touch and inhaling huge gulps of air. The strange thing was she was fanning her herself in a convertible with the top down. Can you say strange?
As we neared closer to our hometown I looked around the old quiet city and everything was becoming all too familiar. For one, I remembered where everything was and where to serve because there was a pot hole and strange things like that.
As we turned right off of Cannon BLVD, I saw the beginning of Samson's Park. The place where Charlie was having his 40th birthday party and right smack in the middle of it was a HUGE tent. It had one really long table in it with plenty of chairs and a ton of waiters carrying dishes and champagne. Since when did Charlie have big fancy parties? Ugh…never! As we were pulling into a nice shady spot underneath a huge maple tree, we were getting a lot of lustful and strange stares from by- standers strolling along the park. (We were a few yards from the tent so no one from the tent could see us.)
"What is their problem?" Rose muttered
"I was thinking the same thing…is it my hair or something?" I said. I looked in the review mirror and checked my hair. It was down and it had the beach wave look to it. It was parted down the side and my side bags were just the way I liked it. Rose's hair was down and had volume and a LITTLE poofed upon the top. She had a black hair band in it to match her heels and ruby pink cinch tote.
"No, it's not your hair. I think they are staring at the car." She noted
"They stare at it like they haven't seen a BMW before." I mumbled
"Probably haven't considering Maycomb. So, what do we do next? Just prance over and say 'Hey dad! I haven't seen you in 10 years and I thought today would be the perfect day to come see you!' and plaster a fake smile on our faces?" she vented.
"Since we are the birthday presents shouldn't we like pop out of a birthday cake or something?" I asked
"One: We're not strippers and two: there is no way in hell I'm popping out of a damn birthday cake." She said accusingly.
"I'll call mom and ask what to do." I mumbled as I picked up my blackberry storm. As the phone was ringing I heard an erupting of laughter come from the huge tent. One loud booming laugh powering over all of them. It sounded awfully familiar to me. Hmm… I was then interrupted by my thoughts by mother's voice ringing through the phone.
"Hello? Phil stop!" she answered
"Mom?" I questioned a little grossed out.
"Bella, are you there yet?"
"Yea… we are sitting in the parking lot."
"You haven't gone to the party yet?"
"No…."
"Ok good. Listen wait for us, we are five min. away so the four of us will all walk in together. I know of nervous you guys are meeting your dad again. Sue is also the only one who knows so just wait by your car. PHIL! STOP!" she started to giggle and the line went dead. Ewww I don't want to know WHAT they were doing.
"So, what are we supposed to do?" Rose questioned with a sour face.
"Wait" I said sinking back into my seat.
We waited for about 20 min. listening to the radio and going through the junk in our handbags. The mini trash bag was filled with gum wrappers, dead pens, broken clips and old receipts. I never knew I had all that junk in my bag.
About 15 min. later Rose blurted out "I have been stuck in this car for far too long. I refuse to stay in this car anymore" she yelled quite annoyed.
"Where are going to go?" I asked, for I too was sick of sitting in my insanely beautiful car.
"Just stretching my legs, don't worry though, I'm not going anywhere near that over sized tent with billions of snooty southern people and waiters who are wearing that fake smile that is always plastered on their faces. (No offense to anyone. Just trying to get into character)
"I'm coming too. Oh, and by the way, you are technically a southerner also, so I wouldn't say anything." I retorted.
For a while we just walked around the park making sure that no one noticed us…yet. As we were walking around the park this random dude with greasy blonde hair and short (like buzz short) spiky hair came up to Rose and me.
"Why, Hello there Ladies." He slurred. Obviously someone had had a few more beers than they could handle.
"Um… Hi." I said trying to be polite, but Rose being Rose had other things in mind.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"Oh! I like those fierce ladies. My name is Mike by the way. And baby you must be tired 'cause you have been running through my mind all day. "He stated, starting to roam her body with his eyes.
Rose looked at him with pure hatred visible in her eyes. She was ready to pound him. And let me tell you she has done that before. We almost had a lawsuit on our hands. She had given this guy two black eyes, broke his nose and fractured his arm in two places. Not to mention, his whole body was covered in bruises.
"Rose…" I whispered softly in her ear.
"I got this" she mouthed back. The only reason why she beat the crap out of that one guy was because he commented on her butt. That was just one thing that you did not comment on with Rosalie Swan. She hated when people talked about it; a very sensitive subject with her. I personally don't know why either. Her butt was perfectly toned and a nice size. Probably something she thought was wrong with her body. She had actually been doing very well dealing with this drunken asshole until he stepped out of line.
We were turning around getting ready to go back to my car when he spoke "Nice Ass baby."
Oh God. This is so not good.
She turned around and her pale porcelain skin started turning a fiery red color, getting brighter by the second. She glared at him and spoke through gritted teeth.
"What?" she practically screamed.
"You heard me babe" he said trying to sound sexy or something.
Rose's hands instantly grinded themselves into fists and she was slowly charging towards him. His puny little brain must have then gotten the picture that she was about to rip him to shreds and he started backing up.
I knew that there was no stopping now, so I decided to help the poor guy who was about to be ripped into pieces.
"If I were you I would run little buddy." I voiced. He started to back off step by step almost tripping over his own feet and with every step he took back, Rose took one step forward. He then tuned hastily and started sprinting across the park…and so did Rose.
"ROSALIE SWAN" my mother screeched after her. Apparently during the little commotion, she had FINALLY arrived.
"Crap! She is going to get us another lawsuit piled on us. Just great" Phil spoke.
Rose, ignoring all of her surroundings, had run straight through Charlie's party tent causing everyone to look up as she screamed "You better run you drunk bastard".
Rose being graceful and all had skillfully dodged all the waiters and exited the tent and was now cornering Mike near an old willow tree.
The three of us started running after her; only one problem. The only way to reach her in time was to go through the tent. To go through Charlie's tent, which I really didn't want to do.
We were standing literally 3 feet away from the tent and Rose was about 3 seconds from putting this man in the ICU. Not a good situation AT ALL.
"What do we do now? We can't go around the tent, for it will take too long and the poor guy will be begging for mercy, but we can't go through the tent either. It's is way too crowded with guests and waiters! If I attempt to run through, I will surely get stuck in a traffic jam and I'm no where fast enough. "My mother was starting to panic. "Bella, you're the fastest one! I need you to stop her. Think of something and fast."
I looked around the tent eliminating all the options that I knew defiantly wouldn't work until I laid my eyes on the long table brimming with guests and drinks.
"Be Right back mom. I have an idea." I said
I ran the three feet into the tent and kicked off my black Chanel pumps receiving hundreds of shocked and confused stares. At the moment I could care less. Rose couldn't afford another run in with the law.
I ran to the long table and jumped on leaving a screaming mother and worried guests grabbing their precious alcohol and food plates. As I looked straight forward I saw Rose slapping the fool across the face and leaving him gripping the tree for his life.
'OH DEAR GOD ROSE!" I bellowed serving cupcakes and vodka. My feet were padding down the table being muted by the white silk table cloth. I looked to my right and saw my mom pushing her way through the bustling crowd while Phil was doing the same thing but on my left. As I was running I could feel the heat pricking my neck and jaw line and the wind was pushing my hair back. I looked to the end of the table were I saw six faces frozen in shock and curiosity at the stranger interrupting a party and darting down the exquisite table lined with chicken, pasta , and wine. The all looked VERY familiar but I didn't really have time to process the faces as I was running out of table. I finally reached the end of the table; jumped over a man who had a receding hairline and old worn out brown eyes. As I darted over him I saw his eyes follow me, this causing me to be momentary distracted and ran into a waiter holding a wobbling tray holding up a four layer cake that was yellow and had a white border.
I said 'excuse me' and kept running, when I reached the end of the tent I heard a crash and a shriek.
Whoops.
I had beat Phil and Renee out of the tent as they had predicted and sprinted headlong toward Rose, who had Mike in a head lock.
"Don't you ever talk about my ass you hear me dumbass!" Rose muttered fiercely in his ear as he winced away in fear.
"Rose Stop!" I gasped gripping her waist and pulling away from the willow tree. Renee and Phil had reached us, and were prying her arms away from his head.
When he was finally released from her deadly grip her stared and muttered "Some Crazy Bitch"
She started to charge after him again but was restrained by me pulling her back. When she had tried to pounce again his eyes widened in fear and turned around to run but tripped on his way out. He got up and started to stumble/run as fast as he could away from the violent scene.
Rose's eyes were glowing with fury and looked like she was about to run after him again when we finally let go of her slender waist and toned arms.
"Rosalie, what the hell" my mother mumbled to her.
Rose had closed her eyes and was breathing heavily in and out trying to subdue her anger.
"I don't know." was her only answer. The four of us were standing in an awkward circle just staring around the park, but averting the glares from the chaotic tent.
When Rosalie had finally calmed down enough for her to open her eyes and inspect the damage she had done, I heard a faint squeak coming from my mother
"Well then, that was completely and utterly embarrassing. I guess you two have found new sports to excel in. One girl taking up the sport of table running, while another is taking on Pro Wrestling. Wow, I never knew that the two of you had it in you." Her voice was rising in octaves as she neared the end of the sentence. "Now the four of us have to go back into the tent and apologize for crashing your own father's party. Nice way to go for first impressions girls."
"But" she continued "I will say we know how to put on a show. Bella you ran the whole length of the table with out tripping and Rose you showed women that they can beat the crap out of a guy and teach him a lesson. At least no one will mess with you two."
"And the downside…" Phil voiced
"The downside with Bella's sport is; one: that was extremely rude. You could have knocked over food and drinks. Two: Hopefully your feet were clean. Three: when you jumped off the table, you ran into the guy that was holding the cake. He failed to regain his balance and dropped the four layer cake on your on father's head." She scolded.
I ignored her accusing eyes and surveyed the damage I had caused. The tent was a mess. End of description. The waiters were on a mad dash to pick up everything that had fallen during the commotion. The man at the top of the table had cake splattered all over his black suit, suede shoes and his balding head. I guess that is my dad. The other faces who had seemed familiar to me, just sat in their chairs laughing their asses off. That was until Charlie turned to glare at them. It immediately stopped.
I had zoned out on my mother telling Rose the downside of her actions when some middle aged lady caught my eye. She was looking at us first with a pained expression which turned into confusion, to shock, then realization. I turned back to the group before she called out my name or something else.
"Hey mom, some weird lady is staring at us like she knows us or something."
"Bella, when someone runs across the table I'm pretty sure that they will be stared at –"she was cut off by a faint Voice calling her by name.
"Renee? Is that you and your daughters?" she was coming closer until she reached her side and gazed at her cautiously.
"Uh…yes… wait! You must be Sue!'' so this in the famous Sue. I caught Rosalie's eyes and she eyed the lady curiously. Renee and Sue hugged like they were old friends.
"Sue, I am so sorry for my daughter's rebel behavior." Renee apologized.
"Ha don't worry too much about it. The whole lot of us were about to be bored to tears. Some of the guests that came wouldn't shut up about their jobs or kids or something else like that. These must be Isabella and Rosalie." She smiled at us.
"Just Bella please" I responded a little quietly.
"Who are you exactly?" Rose said bluntly.
"Rosalie! Would it kill you to be polite and behave?" my mother spoke through a fake smile.
"I will if you hand over the plane tickets to Hawaii." She bantered
"In your dreams." My mother snapped. Phil and I took interest in the little robin hopping around the base of the tree, while they had the little argument going on.
Sue stepped in and stopped the argument from getting anymore heated. "I'm Sue Clearwater. Or I guess now Swan." She chuckled.
"Huh?" Rose and I mimicked each other's reaction.
"Yes, your father and I got married about two years ago. I know this is all new and you probably aren't very happy with this situation, but we need to head back to the birthday bash" she smiled as she said it to us and if it were one of the best days in our life or something.
"Are you out of your mind?" Rosalie snapped "I refuse to go over there at the moment. The only was is if Bella and I can go get some fast food. THEN we will join you." She obliged.
"Fine" Renee muttered in defeat. Phil opened his mouth to come up with an excuse to leave but she cut him off and grabbed his hand to pull him across the lawn. Of course our mom made us go through the tent to get to my car. I also had to get my shoes so…it wasn't that much off hassle.
We came up to the tent and many irises rose up to meet the newcomers. Rose and I entered last and weirdest looks of all. We were right behind Charlie and his WHOLE head was covered in yellow icing. Since I was dying to taste the mysterious icing I swiped my index finger across his head and stuck my finger in my mouth.
"Yummy Buttermilk" I said to Rosalie She looked interested and did the same thing that I did.
"God, I haven't had cake in years" she said Charlie turned to glare at us until we said in unison "happy birthday dad!" and then started walking down the side of the table to fetch my shoes. His eyes followed our every move and his mouth was slightly ajar. As I walked closer to my shoes I noticed a bronze haired, dazzling green eyed boy. He was one of the familiar faces I had seen earlier when I was table running. His eyes connected with mine until it was broken by some hyper chick whispering something to him.
I reached the end of the table and grabbed my Chanel pumps and followed Rosalie out of the tent.
When we reached my baby, we hopped in and I started the engine as quick as I could. I maneuvered a U-turn and headed to the nearest burger king.
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