Jamaican Sunshower: Wow! After how many months do I have the second chapter up? This is amazing! I'm so proud of myself! I actually had to motivate myself to get this chapter up because I just wasn't feeling it for the longest time. But, you know, such is life. Anyway, here is the second chapter to Save Me From Myself and I hope you all enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight, just this idea.
Save Me From Myself
Chapter 2: Meet the Locals
She awoke to the sound of birds singing outside her window, the peaceful serenity encompassing her mind and putting her at ease. Wait a minute…birds? Singing? Peaceful serenity? What the hell?
Crystal blue eyes snapped open as Sian shot up in bed, looking around her surroundings as if confused and for a moment, she was. Lilac walls, huge, comfy bed, a flat screen TV hanging on the wall across the room from her bed? This wasn't her room, not the room she was used to, not the living room. Then, slowly, little by little, it all started to come back to her; the panic, her sister, the plane ride from California to Washington, the long drive from Seattle to Forks, or more specifically La Push. Sian was in her new room in her new home, her grandmother's home.
Sian let out a soft sigh as she lay back down on her back, staring up at the smooth, lilac colored ceiling, thoughtful.
"…That was the best sleep I've had in 13 years," she said to herself after a moments thought.
There was a rustle and Sian felt something brush against both of her arms. She looked down and was quite surprised to see little Samuel and Loretta cuddled up against her on either side of her body, both sound asleep.
"You little sneaks," she whispered playfully with a soft smile, sitting up slightly in bed to lean against the headboard.
Just then, the doorknob turned and there was a click as the door opened. The elderly face of Margaret Jackson became visual, her brows furrowed in worry before they smoothed out in relief when she saw all three of her grandchildren cuddled on Sian's large bed.
"Good morning, baby," she said softly, moving to the foot of Sian's bed, her smile warm and loving.
"Morning grandma," Sian replied just as softly, gently stroking her little sister's cheek.
"I see these two snuck into your bed. I guess they weren't comfortable sleeping in their own rooms," Grandma Margaret mused.
Sian shrugged, "They aren't used to sleeping alone. I know they're only toddlers, but…it's still a little weird for them."
Grandma Margaret nodded her head, "I understand. Children don't always adapt to change easily."
Sian nodded her head in agreement as her grandmother continued, "Well, anyway, breakfast will be ready shortly. So, why don't you wake the little ones and all of you get dressed? I'll be taking all of you shopping for some new clothes since I know that you didn't bring much in those little duffle bags."
"You don't have to do that, you know? We can work with what we have and I'll get a job as soon as I can and-"
"Child, how many times do I have to tell you before you believe me? As long as you are living under my roof, I am going to take care of you. And I won't be doing my job if I let you wear three outfits on and off until you get a job. And I don't even expect you to get a job right now!"
"But grandma-"
"No buts, Sian."
The girl looked a little reluctant, causing Grandma Margaret to smile warmly before putting her hand on the young teens leg.
"Sweetheart, I know you're uncomfortable with having someone do for you what you've been doing for yourself for so long, but that is my job now. I am here to take care of you and that's what I'm going to do. Your sister wouldn't want it any other way. Alright?"
"Okay," Sian said as she sat up more fully, the smell of eggs and bacon registering in her mind at that moment.
Grandma Margaret nodded her head and made her way to the door, turning to smile one last time at her grandchildren before leaving the room. Sian sighed and stared into nothing for a bit before looking down at Sammy and Letty. They looked so peaceful and cute, she almost didn't want to wake them…oh well.
"Hey, come on you guys. It's time to wake up, grandma is making breakfast for us," she said in a louder voice, shaking both toddlers from their slumber.
The two whined out loud, Sammy turning over on his back while Letty snuggled closer to her sister. Sian sighed and shook her head, letting out a small chuckle at their stubbornness.
"Nuh uh, you guys! No going back to sleep!" she said loudly, standing up on her bed and starting to bounce on it while chanting, "Up! Up! Up! Up!"
Sammy and Letty, after feeling themselves being bounced out of their comfortable positions, began to get up groggily. That feeling went away when they realized that their sister was playfully jumping on the bed, both toddlers scrambling to their feet to do the same. The three siblings spent several minutes jumping on the bed, the room filled with their joyous, carefree laughter, before Sian flopped back on her butt, Sammy and Letty jumping on top of her a moment later.
"Ooh! You guys are so heavy! Oh!" Sian groaned in fake pain, laughing a second later as Sammy and Letty clung to her.
"Jump, jump big sistoh," Sammy said, saying sister without the "er" and with a slight slur.
"Ah, we can jump later little man. Right now we need to get some yum yum in that tum tum," Sian replied, tickling the child's belly as Samuel erupted into giggles.
"Food! Food! Food!" Loretta chanted, bouncing up and down in Sian's lap.
"Okay, you little heathens! Let's go get dressed first THEN we can go down for food," she commanded, setting them both down on the floor.
As soon as she did, Sammy and Letty ran out of her room and towards their own, squealing and laughing the whole way down the hall. Sian giggled at the two before climbing out of her bed and making her way down the hall as well to make sure the two toddlers picked out some clothes that actually matched. Even though they only had three outfits packed in their backpacks and have worn those same outfits countless times, they still managed to make them mismatch hilariously.
While the children were upstairs getting ready for the day, Grandma Margaret was busy downstairs preparing breakfast. She had a smile on her face as the sound of laughter floated from upstairs, her heart swelling with love at the thought of having the three most precious things in her life so close with her. It had been many long years since she's seen her grandchildren; years she wished she could get back so she could have been there to watch them all grow. But, because of the severed family ties that had broken her off from not only her grandchildren but her own daughter as well, she was left in the dark, wondering how and what they were doing.
"But I'm not going to think of that now. The important thing is that they are here with me now, out of that dump in LA, and I'm going to make sure they have a wonderful breakfast," Grandma Margaret said to herself, shaking her head before she began to put food onto four plates.
She put one pancake on a small, blue "Cars" plate and one on a purple "The Princess and the Frog" plate, cutting the pancakes up into little, bite size pieces so Sammy and Letty could eat them easily without trouble. Following the pancakes were small portions of eggs, bits of bacon, and pieces of tangerines finished with fresh orange juice in matching sippy cups. On two, adult sized ceramic plates were placed with the same order of food only in larger proportions.
Just as Grandma Margaret placed the plates on the table, two chairs with pillows stacked on top for the sake of little Sammy and Letty, the sound of little feet bounding down the stairs could be heard as well as the screams and squeals of laughter. In entered the three grandchildren, all dressed warmly for the cold and wet weather outside.
"Good morning my babies!" Grandma Margaret exclaimed, clapping her hands to her chest for a moment before holding her arms out.
Instinctively, Sammy and Letty ran towards their grandmother, throwing their own small arms around her neck at the same time. Grandma Margaret held them close, feeling happy and warm to have such wonderful children in her home. Sian came up behind her little brother and sister, smiling fondly at the scene before her. It was obvious and reassuring to her that the small children knew that Grandma Margaret was someone to trust, someone who would love them and care for them when their own parents didn't.
"Ooooh! Did my babies sleep well last night?" Grandma Margaret asked the little ones as she gave Sammy to Sian while she took Letty and placed her in her seat.
"They must have considering how close they were sleeping to me. I know I'm a little chunky, but don't make me feel like a fat, mamma bird," Sian said as she placed Sammy down in his seat, bending over to kiss his forehead.
"Oh, child, please, you ain't chunky at all. You're skinny as a stick, too skinny if you ask me," Grandma Margaret said before patting Sian's tummy lightly, "but don't worry so much about that. Grandma Margaret will make you three nice and fat while you're here, get some meat on them bones. Yes she will! Yes she will! Grandma Margaret will make you nice and healthy!"
She had resorted to baby talking to Letty, tickling the child's tummy as Grandma Margaret herself took a seat to start eating. Meanwhile, Sian stayed in place behind Sammy, staring at her grandmother as the older woman's words ran around in her head.
"…but I don't want to be fat," she muttered before slowly taking a seat at the table, beginning to eat as well.
Very…slowly.
Despite her uneasiness at Grandma Margaret's vow of making her fat, Sian proceeded to eat and finish her food and within the next hour, she and her siblings were all piled into Grandma Margaret's Ford Suburban and making their way into town. Just like the day before, the skies were filled with gray, dreary clouds, a light mist floating in the air. Sian's crystal blue eyes stared up at the sky, her mind briefly wondering if the sun would ever show its face again.
"So, what are we doing again?" Sian asked as she turned those same, strange blue eyes to her grandmother.
"Well, first we are going to go grocery shopping at the La Push Market, just to get the boring stuff out of the way, then I'm going to take you kids to Marquette, the clothing store in town to buy some new clothes. There's someone that works there that I want you to meet, Sian. I think you'll like her," Grandma Margaret explained, smiling as she kept her eyes on the road.
"Really now? Who is it? What's her name?" Sian asked, turning her eyes to the front windshield as well, staring at the winding road before them.
"Her name is Emily. She's a sweet young woman, about mid-twenties and very down-to-earth. I think you'll find a great confidante in her."
"Right…confidante," Sian repeated passively, putting her head in the palm of her hand as she stared at nothing.
Grandma Margaret didn't miss the way her voice had changed, but she didn't say anything about it, deciding to let her granddaughter be the way she was. About 15 minutes had passed before they actually made it into the so-called 'town' of La Push. In Sian's opinion, it resembled a small, country town where the shops were all family owned, the doctor was also the dentist, the lawyer was the sheriff, and everybody knew everybody. There were no secrets and this worried Sian; she wanted to keep her secrets as tightly locked up as possible. Grandma Margaret eventually pulled into a parking space in front of a little shop named "La Push Market" where fruit and vegetable stands took up most of the walk way.
"I'll be back in a minute, children. I'm just going to pick up a few things for dinner then I'll be right out, okay?" she informed them as she got out the car, looking from Sian to Letty to Sammy.
"Okay, grandma," Sian answered, nodding her head in confirmation.
Grandma Margaret repeated the action, turning her attention to the little toddlers in the back with a smile before she made her way into the market place. Sian watched her grandmother go before heaving a heavy sigh and letting her head fall back against the headrest, her eyes rolling to the ceiling.
"Just throw everything at us at once, please. Don't let us get used to just living in your house first," she murmured sarcastically.
"Throw! Throw! Throw!"
Sian turned around in the passenger seat to see Letty and Sammy both repeating the first word they recognized her say, which was 'throw', while clapping their hands together. She couldn't help the fond smile that made her way to her lips, a giggle escaping when they both made funny faces and rocket sounds. She reached back and tickled Sammy's leg, the little boy squealing in laughter as he tried to kick her hand away from him.
"Ahhh! At least I don't have much of a potty mouth. If I did you'd be repeating words like-"
"Damn!"
"That," Sian finished before blinking in wonder and whipping back around to face the front.
Her vision was filled with the figures of five boys, all of which were obvious natural born residents of the La Push Reservation by proof of their reddish-brown skin. Two of them were tall, somewhat lanky yet had a little muscle and their own unique facial features both framed by long, black hair. The other two were short with a little more meat on them and had shorter black hair that also framed their faces. And the last one was taller than his four friends, had a lot more muscle, and shot hair. She watched them walk to the La Push Market, all four of them laughing and hollering as if they were watching some comedy show while on the move. Sian was starting to get a little irritated; she had nothing against laughing and having fun, but not the extent where everyone has to put up with the boisterous guffawing.
"Oh damn! Oh damn! Oh damn!"
"Nu uh!" Sian exclaimed firmly when she heard two small voices in the back seat repeating something one of the boys said earlier, "You two will not be saying that word! That is a bad word! If it comes out your mouth again, I'm going to smack you!"
Here, little Samuel and Loretta covered their mouths and gave a muffled, "Uh oh!"
Sian gave them a stern look, but was satisfied with their answers and turned back around in her seat, sighing once more as she shook her head. She looked up towards the store where the boys had stopped and just at the same moment she did, the boy with the short hair turned around to look at her through the windshield. They locked eyes for a second, a smile spreading to his lips as he nodded his head at her in acknowledgement. Sian merely rolled her eyes and looked out the side window instead, twirling one of her curls around her finger. The boy blinked in confusion, a frown creasing his brow at her strange attitude.
After a couple of minutes of mindless chattering in front of the La Push Market, the boys all decided to move across the street to another building. Sian didn't pay much attention to them leaving until little Sammy decided to toss his Iron Man toy out the window, the figurine striking one of the shorter boys in the temple. The boy gave a cry more in surprise than in pain, looking down at the offending toy before looking up at his attacker, the toddler covering his mouth in an unsuccessful attempt to hide his childish smile. Sian, realizing what had happened, clicked her tongue in disapproval before exiting the car and turning to the boy.
"I'm really sorry about that. He can't seem to keep his toys to himself," she apologized, watching as the boy bent down to pick up the plastic Iron Man.
He gave her a carefree smile as he replied, "Hey, no worries. Kids will be kids, you know? There's a little girl I take care of sometimes who does the exact same thing he just did. She loves throwing her little Barbies everywhere."
Sian couldn't help but to smile humorously as she nodded in agreement, "I hear that."
The boy turned to little Sammy and gave him back his toy, "Here ya go, little fella!"
Sammy took it with a playful smile, looking at it for a mere three seconds before raising his hand and throwing it back out the window, striking the boy in the nose. Sian turned to Sammy disapprovingly, reaching forward and smacking his leg firmly.
"You cut that out, Sammy. That's not nice," she said sternly, the little toddler frowning as he was disciplined.
"Hey, it's okay. No hard feelings," the boy replied as he bent down once more to pick up the toy.
"No, it's not okay. He needs to learn that it's not good to throw things at people," Sian responded, turning to Sammy once again, "Say you're sorry Sammy."
"Sowwy," Sammy said sadly, rubbing his eye with a pout as tears started forming from being yelled at.
"It's okay, little guy. Thank you though. Here," the boy said, leaning in through the car window and giving Sammy his toy back.
Sammy took it and smiled brightly, keeping it clasped firmly in his hand as he made it fly. The boy smiled in good nature at the child, rubbing his head affectionately before leaning back out the window to give his attention to Sian.
"So, his name is Sammy?" he asked.
"Yeah and that's Letty," Sian answered, indicating to the little girl on the other side of Sammy, little Letty giving out a high squeal of delight as attention was given to her.
"Cute. Siblings?"
"Yup."
"How old?"
"You know, you ask a lot of questions."
The boy blinked at the warning look he was given, looking away nervously as he cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
"Um, sorry about that. I'm pretty curious by nature," he placated, trying to get back on her good side.
Sian looked the boy up and down disapprovingly before replying, "Curiosity killed the cat."
"But satisfaction brought it back, HA!" the boy slapped his knee and bent over laughing, Sian remaining rooted to the spot as she stared at him; she didn't find it very funny.
When the boy realized that he was laughing alone, he straightened up and cleared his throat once more; "I'm making it worse for myself, aren't I?"
Sian was silent.
"…Okay, well then! Um, you must be new cuz I've never seen you around here before and I've lived her my whole life," the boy chirped in a carefree way, smiling easily at the silent, ebony girl.
"You could say we're new," Sian responded cautiously, her defenses shooting up now that she was being questioned again.
"Well then, let me be the first to welcome you to the La Push Reservation, where everybody knows everybody and not a secret is safe with anyone! My name is Quil Ateara and I will be your guide today!" the boy said gallantly, taking Sian's hand and shaking it firmly.
Sian nodded her head in acknowledgement; "Sian Carver and thanks for the offer, but I already got a tour guide."
It was at this moment that Grandma Margaret made her appearance from the little grocery store, two bags full of food in her arms.
"Oh! Quil! How nice it is to see you! How are you doing, baby?" the elderly woman asked him warmly, giving Quil a kind smile.
"I'm doing fine, Ms. Jackson," Quil answered as Sian moved to take the bags from her grandmother.
"And I see you've met my grandbabies," Grandma Margaret continued, putting her hands on her hips as a large smile adorned her face.
Quil was shocked for a moment, looking between Sian and Grandma Margaret to find some form of resemblance between granddaughter and grandmother. However, he couldn't find anything that made them related to each other except for the fact that they were both dark-skinned.
"Woah…Ms. Jackson is your grandmother?" Quil asked in astonishment.
"That's right," Sian replied as she re-emerged from the trunk of the SUV, Grandma Margaret wrapping her in a warm embrace as soon as she was close enough.
"All three of them are my grandchildren from California," Grandma Margaret reiterated.
"Wow. California? With beaches and sunshine and hot girls? If you got all of that, then what are you doing out here?" Quil cried, waving his hands around.
"Because we got tired of the beaches and sunshine and hot girls and opted for a gloomier atmosphere," Sian replied in a strained voice, rolling her eyes.
Quil stopped for a moment to think about what she said; soon discovering that she had a sarcastic humor and eventually started laughing again.
"I get it! That was funny!" he chortled, "Here! Up top!"
He raised his hand for a high five, expecting Sian to comply with his wish. The crystal-eyed girl merely put her hand on top of his and lowered his arm down, leaving Quil confused and feeling a little awkward.
"Hey! Quil! Get over here man, let's go!"
Grandma Margaret, Sian, and Quil all turned around to see the four other boys Quil had been traveling around with standing across the street and staring at them. Grandma Margaret recognized the boys and spoke up to greet them.
"I hope you boys are behaving yourselves!" she shouted to them playfully, a smile on her face.
The other short boy like Quil smirked at the elderly woman; "Of course, Ms. Jackson, we always behave ourselves!"
"Mmmhmm! Remember, Paul, I visit with your mother every Saturday," Grandma Margaret pointed out, her words causing the other boys to laugh and tease the one named Paul.
Quil took a moment to laugh at his friend before turning back to Sian, "It was nice meeting you, Sian. Maybe we can hang out sometime?"
"Yeah, maybe," Sian agreed half-heartedly, nodding her head.
Quil smiled at her once again before turning to join his friends across the street, play fighting with Paul before all five of them moved simultaneously together. Well, all of them except for one, the tallest one. Sian watched the boys turned to leave, her eyes locking with the tall one as he stared at her. She frowned at him, wondering why he was hanging for so long. He eventually gave her smile and a small wave before turning to join his friends farther down the street. Sian shook her head as she glared at the boy, not liking the feel she got from him. However, she pushed that thought aside as she jumped into the car with her family and relaxed as Grandma Margaret started up and took off down the street.
"Well, I see you're making friends fairly quickly," the older woman said cheekily, glancing at her second oldest granddaughter.
Sian rolled her eyes at her grandmother's words before correcting her; "He's not really a friend, grandma. He's more like…a welcoming committee. I would never have talked to him had Sammy not thrown his Iron Man at him."
"Oh, so the culprit was little man back there, was it?" Grandma Margaret joked, looking at the toddler through the rearview mirror.
Her only answer to her question was a happy squeal from both Sammy and Letty as the two children clapped their hands absently. Sian had turned around to look at her little brother and sister, smiling at them affectionately before turning around to stare out the window for the rest of the ride. Within a few minutes, they found themselves in front of a small store, the sign above the door reading 'Marquette'.
"Alright, we're here," Grandma Margaret announced as she parked the car and cut it off, "Now don't be afraid to get whatever you want, kids. Everything here is pretty inexpensive, so don't worry about price tags okay? Just go on in and start picking things out, I'm going to call your Uncle Herb to see if he made it back to Seattle alright."
Sian only hummed as her answer as she unbuckled her seatbelt and exited the car, opening the back door to unbuckle Sammy and Letty. Once the three children were out of the SUV, they walked into the little clothing store, immediately feeling a sense of warmth and welcome upon arrival. The walls were wood planked and a light brown, clothes being displayed all around. The carpet was a dark blue and very soft and the whole shop just had a nice atmosphere. Sian looked around in wonder, gazing at all the clothes before them and feeling slightly overwhelmed. The clothes were so pretty and nice looking; she was used to seeing dingy outfits from the thrift store. Even though this place was pretty small, it was a hell of a lot better looking than the thrift stores in LA.
"Wow…this place is so ni-"
Bark! Bark! Bark!
"Oh my god!" Sian cried out when a moderate sized, black dog suddenly appeared before them, barking its' tail off.
Sammy and Letty screamed at the sudden loud noise and scrambled to stand behind their sister in fear, Sian moving forward protectively to kick the dog if she had to.
"Get away! Get away!" she yelled at the dog, kicking her foot at it to scare it away.
The dog barked a few more times before a loud whistle sounded close by; "Raven! Sit boy!"
Instantaneously, the dog quit its' loud noise and sat down obediently. Sian stared at the canine with cautious eyes, her head snapping up when she heard a warm, feminine chuckle. There, she saw a woman walking up to her who looked to be in her mid-twenties with long, raven black hair, russet colored sin, and three strange scars running from the hairline on the right side of her head to the tips of her fingers on her right hand.
The woman laughed as she bent down to pet the black dog, looking at Sian apologetically, "Sorry about that, Raven was just a little excited."
"Excited? He came out of nowhere with all this barking, scaring the daylights out of my little brother and sister. That seemed almost demonic to me," Sian countered seriously, almost glaring at the dog.
The woman laughed again, standing up and hooking her hands in the back of her jeans, "Again, I apologize. Are the kids okay?"
Sian looked down at Sammy and Letty, noting the way they still stood behind her, clutching her legs as they peered at the woman from the safety of their big sister.
"They're still a little shaken up, but I guess they'll be alright," Sian confirmed, looking back at the woman and gauging her.
She noted that the woman, once you got passed the scars on her face, was actually very pretty with a warm smile and a kind disposition. However, it was those scars that kept catching Sian's attention. She decided not to stare too much though, finding it rude and probably very uncomfortable for the woman; too bad Sammy and Letty didn't feel the same way.
"Shian, the lady has big marks on her face. Like a monster came and cut her up," Sammy whispered loudly, slurring her name, as Letty played with her little fingers.
"Ssshhhh, you talk too much," Sian shushed the little boy as she pushed his face into her leg.
Surprisingly, the woman took no offense to that and instead, let out a hearty laugh. Sian merely stared at her, unsure of how to react; where she came from, if you noticed someone's imperfection, that person would automatically fly off the deep end and everything would turn to drama and chaos. The woman cleared her throat after laughing and looked at the teenager, letting out a final giggle before saying,
"It's alright, don't worry too much about it. I get questions about my scars a lot from other people that pass through here, just like you get questions a lot about your eyes, am I right?"
Sian was taken aback by her observation, looking the woman up and down as she answered, "You're not far from the truth."
"I bet I'm not," the woman replied, smiling playfully, "So, what is the story behind your eyes?"
"No story, really. It's a deformity; the brown color pigment never fully developed in my eyes, leaving them a pale blue from the time I was a baby. It's a flaw, not a gift," Sian explained.
"It could be considered a gift though. Not many people of your race have eyes as pretty as those," the woman remarked with that same, playful grin.
"Well aren't I lucky?" Sian shot back sarcastically.
Sian and the woman then commenced to have a Stare Off, both women looking the other in the eye with unwavering determination, neither one of them blinking.
"What in the world are the two of you doing?"
The stalemate had been broken as Grandma Margaret came in with a bursting question, causing both Sian and the woman to and look away. The woman set her eyes on the elderly grandmother and went to her with a warm smile and outstretched arms.
"Ms. Jackson, how are you?" the woman greeted, hugging Grandma Margaret closely.
"I'm doing very well, thank you so very much Emily," Grandma Margaret replied, hugging the woman warmly and shaking her from side to side.
'Oooohhh…so that's Emily,' Sian thought to herself, nodding her head in understanding.
"And it looks like you've already met my grandbabies. That seems to be happening a lot today," Grandma Margaret commented as she bent down to pick up little Letty as Sammy reached up for Sian to pick him up.
"Well, we were talking but we didn't formerly meet," the woman named replied, turning back to Sian with a knowing look and a smile.
Sian smiled back as she hiked Sammy onto her hip and held out her hand, "My name's Sian Carver and these are my siblings, Samuel and Loretta Carver. You can just call them Sammy and Letty though."
"It's very nice to meet you Sian. I'm Emily Young," Emily introduced herself, turning her attention to Sammy as she tickled his stomach, "And it's nice to meet you, too, handsome!"
Sammy crunched his belly as Emily tickled him, squealing and turning his head so his face was nuzzled into Sian's neck, causing the Quilette woman to laugh humorously at the toddler.
"So, now that we are all introduced and acquainted, why don't we get started with some shopping?" Grandma Margaret suggested, looking at Emily with a knowing glance.
"Of course! What can I help you with? What do you need?" Emily asked, raring to go.
"We need a whole new wardrobe for these babies. They came here with only three outfits and I need to fix that," Grandma Margaret replied.
Sian groaned as she said, "Grandma."
"And I will be happy to help," Emily said exuberantly, cutting off Sian's protests, "I'll take Sian and get her some nice outfits to try on. And I'm sure you're more than happy to take Sammy and Letty and have fun?"
"I love my grandbabies! Come on, sweetie, let's go get some clothes!" Grandma Margaret agreed all too excitedly as Sammy was taken from Sian and placed on his feet, Letty joining him as their grandmother led them over to the small, kid's section of the store.
Sian was about to protest some more before Emily quieted her down and turned her towards the other part of the store.
"Now don't be difficult because I can see you about to do just that," she said in a serious yet playful voice, "Just try on the clothes I pick for you and be happy okay? Trust me, you'll be satisfied."
Sian was unsure, unwilling even, but she allowed for Emily to whisk her away to the changing rooms, the teenage girl spending a good part of her day in the Fitting Room, trying on article of clothing after article of clothing.
Who knew shopping could take so much work?
Sian sighed as she laid back onto her queen-sized bed after dinner, very grateful for its comfort right then. She still couldn't believe they had spent the majority of the day shopping for clothes and she still couldn't believe they had each gotten 10 new outfits. That was more new clothes she's bought in a day than she's ever bought in a year!
"I guess grandma wasn't kidding when she said she was going to take care of us to the best of her ability," she muttered to herself, staring up at the ceiling.
She remained immobile as thoughts of her day flashed in her head. Despite the fact that she and her siblings have only been in La Push for a day, she's already met three of the locals: Quil, Emily, and Emily's husband, Sam Uley. He had come into the store to give Emily her lunch while Sian was shopping with her grandmother and siblings. The teenage girl couldn't help but stare at the older man considering that his size contradicted his actions toward Emily. The guy was freakin' huge! He was tall with nicely defined muscles and a pretty scary face when he looked serious. However, when he was with Emily, when he was looking into her eyes, it was almost like he saw nothing but her, wanted nothing but her. He was sweet and gentle with her, very kind and loving. Sian couldn't help but to stare, blushing when the man suddenly snapped his attention towards her while she was staring.
Despite the fact that she was caught staring, Sam was totally cool with her. He had welcomed her to La Push and wished that she and her siblings would be comfortable in their new environment. He even welcomed her to his house if she ever wanted to go! Sian wasn't sure about that, but she appreciated everything else he said. So, all in all, today was a good day in her book; she met some nice people, got some new clothes, and pretty much adjusted to life in La Push…well, life in La Push during the summer. Now if she could only figure out what there was fun to do in the small reservation.
"Big sistoh?…big sistoh."
Sian snapped out of her reverie and peered down to the door, catching sight of little Sammy and Letty in her doorway, the two toddlers clad in their pajamas and holding hands as they stared at her.
"Hey you two, what's up?" she asked in a soft voice, sitting up and beckoning for the children to approach her.
Sammy and Letty ran towards their sister, jumping up onto the bed and snuggling into her lap. Sian held them close to her, rubbing their arms as she stared out her window and allowed for silence to fall over them.
"Shian?" Sammy suddenly spoke up, slurring her name once again.
"Yes buddy?" Sian replied.
"When is Tiana coming to ?"
Sian paused for a moment, her hands coming to a stand still before she resumed running her palms up and down their arms a moment later.
"…I don't know, Sammy," she answered after a moment.
"I miss Tiana," Letty said, rubbing her eyes tiredly as she pouted.
"I miss her too, Letty," Sian agreed, staring out her window to the dark night beyond it, "But don't worry too much, you guys, Tiana will come back…she always comes back. Always has and always will."
The two toddlers nodded their heads, Sammy looking up at his older sister and asking, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Me too?" Letty put in, looking up at Sian hopefully.
Sian sighed at her two siblings, wanting to say no and make them sleep in their own beds so they could get used to it. But at the same time, she didn't want to scare them either or make them feel like their fears didn't matter. She knew they were scared to sleep by themselves after sleeping together for so long in the same room; one more night wouldn't hurt would it?
"Okay, you guys can sleep with me," she complied, noting their happy faces a moment later, "But! Tomorrow night, you guys try to sleep in your own beds. Grandma didn't go through all that trouble just for you two to spend every night in my room, you know!"
Sammy and Letty nodded their heads and scrambled towards the headboard, both diving under the covers and awaiting for their sister. Sian watched them, laughing at their antics before standing up and going to turn off the light. She then slipped into the bed with them, lying in between them as the toddlers snuggled against her sides. All was quiet and still in her room, the only sound heard being her own breathing along with that of Sammy and Letty.
"Tomorrow, you guys will try and sleep in your own beds," she whispered softly, staring at nothing, "but if you just can't do it, you're welcome back here. I'll always be here for you guys…always have and always will."
End Chapter
Jamaican Sunshower: Okay, well there you go! Tell me what you think! I know it's moving a little slow, but it should start picking up in the next chapter! That's where the boys actually make an official debut! Hahaha! Review please! Ciao!