xA/N: this update was pretty damn quick, if i do say so myself. haha. what was it, an hour aftr the last chptr? my personal record :D haha.x
xTheBlondex
xTwelvexVanessa's POVx
"Rose, can I shower?" I ask as she catches me from face planting.
"Yeah. You realize you slept like, double the time of the others, right?" she asks as I look at my phone. It flashes four thirty up at me and I gape at it. "Haha, I wish you could see your face right now," she chuckles as she leads me to her closet. "Pick out whatever, I really don't care." She disappears. I hear voices from downstairs and realize that the boys are back.
I smile as I grab some clothes and head for the shower.
xFast forward-getting out of showerx
I step out of the shower and inhale deeply, the steam-filled air clearing my cluttered head.
"Shit," I mutter to myself as I realize I forgot a cami and underwear. "Rose?" I call as I enter her closet.
"Sí?" she giggles, appearing next to me.
"What size bras do you have?" I ask.
"Um…why?"
"I need a clean one," I laugh.
"What size do you need?" she grins.
"Thirty-four double d," I whisper so nobody can hear but her.
"Here," she goes to the corner of the room. "Excess amounts of money get you everything," she laughs. "Even though none of us need this size," she grins.
"Well, now you have a reason," I say as she disappears and I walk back out to her bedroom with a tanktop and undies sitting on the bed.
"Aah!" I squeak and drop my under-clothes onto the floor as large, warm arms appear around my waist, pulling me back into a rock hard chest.
I go back willingly as I clutch the top of my towel, keeping it from hitting the floor.
"Why didn't you call me when you woke up?" Pauls' husky voice appears in my ear.
"Because when I woke up, I heard you guys all downstairs," I grin as I turn in his arms to face him.
"I see, and you thought that you'd just take four years to get your cute ass downstairs to see me, or that I'd pass up the chance to see you in a towel," he grins cheekily.
"Well, as much as I'd love to stay here in a towel in your arms getting eye fucked all day, I have to go get dressed and fix my hair before I turn into hair woman," I say as I squat down, pick up my new 'under clothes,' and quickly walk towards the bathroom. I shut the door and lock it, finding a hair dryer and straightener in her drawers.
I plug them in before going through the remaining drawers to find make up.
I pull on my new dark wash ripped jean short shorts with lime green patches on my butt over my cute black booty cut Victoria's Secret underwear. I pull a white lacy Old Navy tank top over my new black lacy Victoria's Secret matching bra and then my lime green, deep v-neck long sleeved shirt on over it so the lace shows along the v. I look in the mirror and grin at the irony as I read, "I bite," with a :) face and little fangs sticking out beneath the words.
I laugh to myself as I draw a thick line of smokey black eyeliner along the top and bottom of my eyes before drying my hair. I then apply foundation and clip up the top half up with a giant clip I find and begin straightening my hair.
I open the cabinet beneath the sink as I finish and find Rosalie's Coconut Passion perfume from Victoria's Secret. I spray it around myself and spin in a slow circle before placing it back and finally stepping out of the bathroom.
"It took you long enough," Paul's arms wrap around me, my forehead resting on his chest.
"That was fast, as far as me getting ready goes," I look up at him, my chin resting on his chest now.
"Is that so?" he asks as he leans his head down towards mine.
"Mmm," was all I could manage to get out. My hands rest upon his chest, lying limply as he suddenly presses his hot lips to mine.
"Mine," he whisper-growls as he pulls back for a breath.
"Yours," I tell him as the butterflies go fucking crazy in my stomach, and I see fireworks behind my eye lids.
"You sure, little girl? You don't know what you're getting yourself into," he says quietly.
"Yours," I repeat simply as I reach up on my tip toes to kiss the edge of his jaw. "Dammit, why do I have to be so short," I curse myself mentally even more than I accidentally let slip aloud.
He laughs. "Because it makes you, you, shorty," he grins impishly.
"Call me shorty, one more time," I threaten him.
He puts his hands up in the air in the universal 'I surrender,' gesture before dropping them to back around my waist.
"Cute shirt," he grins as we head downstairs where the others are.
"Thanks," I flash a smile.
"I have an amazing view, too," that impish grin of his appears on his face again. I scowl up at him and cover myself briefly, laughing at his pout before returning my arms to my sides.
"Finally," I sigh as I step onto the ground, safe from the stairs for now. Paul shakes his head and laughs as I'm attacked by Kim, Emily, and Renesmee.
"How did you sleep so long?" Nessie asks.
"Easy, just don't wake up," I say as they laugh at me. "What?" I ask.
"Hey, love the shirt," Jasper grins.
"I know, right?" I laugh. "Mmm, I'm hungry," I venture towards the kitchen.
"Touché," Nessie follows me, Paul and Jake in tow.
"Vanessa Mai," Carlisle's disapproving tone reaches us as he appears in the doorway.
"Yes?" I respond innocently. I haven't done anything wrong here…yet.
"How long have you been in that cast?" he asks.
"Um…" I count in my head: week and a half at home, half week here, a half week in the hospital…ish. "Two and a half weeks…ish," I respond.
"And where are your crutches?" he asks.
"In Australia," I smile innocently again.
"Tsk tsk tsk," he clicks his tongue in disapproval. "You shouldn't be walking on that leg alone yet, you cold alter its healing process."
"I can't skate ever again, so what's the point?" I ask.
"For you to be able to walk on it again afterwards." He responds.
"Yeah, well…"
"Vanessa, you should do what the doctor says," Paul appears behind me.
"I…alright fine. But you owe be big time," I scowl at Paul as Carlisle disappears and reappears with shiny, metal crutches in his hands. He silently hands them over, a smile in place on his face.
"Thank you," Carlisle says.
"Yeah yeah, I really didn't want to use these stupid things, though," I grumble. I turn and make my way over to the fridge, pulling out milk and eggs before beginning my search for the bread.
"What are you making?" Paul asks.
"French toast," I respond as I throw the bread over to the stove.
"You can cook?" he asks.
"Of course," I respond as I drop a slice of butter into the pan.
I feel eyes on my back and turn to see the entire pack standing there.
xPaul POVx
"You can cook?" I ask in disbelief.
"Of course," she drops some butter into the pan.
I turn to look at the pack as they enter the room. I watch as Quil's jaw drops. I take out my phone and send him a one worded message.
Pwnd xP
Stfu I get back as Vanessa turns around to se who's in the kitchen.
"I'm guessing you all would like some…" she asks.
A huge chorus of 'yes pleases,' and 'yeahs' is muttered around the room.
"Alright, Esme, I hope you're stocked on eggs and bread," she calls.
"Of course, I'm used to feeding an army," she grins as she turns to open the fridge and grab out two dozen more eggs.
She turns back to the stove and finds the eight loaves of bread that Brady had stacked in a neat pile. I shake my head and laugh as she sets to going though the cabinets, in search of something.
"Holy shit," she grunts as she pulls a giant grittle out of a low cabinet.
"I'll take that," I say as I hurry over to her and take it out of her arms.
"I have arms," she protests as I scoop her up in my other arm. I place the grittle on the counter and gently place her on her feet. "And legs," she grumbles.
"Well you should be using your crutches," I chastise her.
"Crutches my ass," he mumbles.
"Please?" I plead.
"Fine, Collin, can you find me the largest mixing bowl here?" she turns to him.
Collin merely nods before beginning his search, coming back out a few minutes later with the biggest bowl I'd ever seen, and the word fido carved into the side of it.
"Prefect," she grins as she begins cracking eggs. "Shit, Collin, a smaller bowl too, please, for the shells." She asks as one appears.
She drops the shells into the smaller bowl before grabbing two eggs in each hand and cracking them all at the same time, like a fucking pro.
"Jeez, where'd you learn to cook?" I ask.
"I went to culinary school, even though I dropped out as soon as I turned sixteen." She laughs.
You didn't graduate?" I ask.
"Nah," she cracks four more eggs.
"You don't even want to go back to finish?" I ask.
"Nope," she pops the 'p.'
"How old are you again?" Quil asks.
"Sixteen," she says.
"When's your birthday?" Collin shoots her way.
"June fourth," she responds.
"Favorite color?" Brady asks as we laugh.
"Changes from day to day; today though, it's lime green." She grins.
"Do you like the rain?" Emily asks. "Cause if not, you're going to go insane here," she laughs.
"The smell is amazing, but it's alright," she responds. I give her a funny look.
"The smell of rain?" I ask.
"yeah, especially the steam that comes off of the pavement in summer," she smiles blissfully at the thought.
"Oohkay," I say skeptically like she's lost it.
"Be nice to me," she scrunches her eyebrows and lets her voice go high.
"I'm sorry," I whisper in her ear as I grab an egg from behind her as I hear Quil's voice.
"You're soo whipped," he laughs as I proceed to chuck the egg at his head.