disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. Not me. :(
New York, two days later
The warm liquid known as coffee slide down my throat. Burning and caressing it at the same time. Birds were chirping and the sun was shining. A happy day to any passer buyer. But, I knew better. Ever heard of that little word called deception?
"No Zeke! That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard!" I yelled. A few of the McDonald's employees looked at me funny.
"It's a wonderful idea!" Zeke shouted back.
"No, no, no! We are not going to go down to Florida!"
"Why not? Sarah would be down there for sure!"
"Oh really! What would a vampire," I lowered my voice. "a vampire, Zeke, being doing down in Florida? And besides, my mother is down there. Wouldn't it be just our luck to run into her?"
"You two should shut your asses up." Brett said. His dark figure loomed by the door, holding a cigarette in his hand. "People are staring and I'm sure the manager is about ready to kick us out." He put the cancer stick back in his mouth.
"Fine." Zeke and I huffed.
It was quiet for a short moment.
"Can we head down to the drug store? I'm running out of cigarettes." Brett asked.
"You shouldn't smoke those." I said standing up. Zeke followed suit. "They are called cancer sticks for a reason."
Brett only shrugged and walked out the door. "Oh, and I think we should go to the Bahamas. Moda once said that would be her dream vacation location." He called.
"Hahahahahaha! That ryhmes!" Zeke yelled.
"Ugh!" I growled. "Am I the only one that understands, gets the concept even, that they are vampires that sparkle in the sun?" I nearly shouted.
"Hault! This is the police!"
We stopped and looked around. Indeed there was a whole squad of police men, holding guns, surrounding us.
"Did I say that too loud?" I muttered.
"Put your hands up!" The police shouted.
"Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot! Not good! This is not good! Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot!"Brett muttered looking around. "I am so not going down this way!"
Meanwhile Zeke and I raised our hands.
"Brett raise your hands." Zeke whispered.
"Yeah Brett listen to Zeke!" I gulped.
"Hey stay quiet!" The cops yelled again, inching towards us.
It all happened at once then. Brett grabbed my hand, shouting to Zeke, "Come on!" He rushed us back into the door we had just excited. I gun shot ran out behind us, followed by the sound of glass breaking. I screamed. But, you could hardly desfere my screaming from the rest. The McDonald's employees and customers were just as loud as me. Brett tried to jump over one of the tables, me in tow. My foot got caught. We went tumbling forwards. My hands scraped across the cheep tile floor.
But, Brett only got back up, dragging me with him. He followed Zeke who was already heading towards the front door. Zeke stopped short. A big sumo wresler like dude in a mcdonalds uniform standing in his way.
"Hault." He said in a low rumbling voice.
Brett did as he was told. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop as fast and went flying to the floor. Skidding under the sumo wrestlers legs and out the door. In his brief moment of shock Zeke and Brett were out the door with me. Zeke grabbed my arm, hauling me from the ground and we took off again. The two boys in front, running like a track star at the Olympics would run, and me tripping and stumbling trying to keep up.
From behind me I could here the police. They were all shouting. Some people were still screaming, others crying. And in the near distance I could hear an ambulance siren getting closer to the scene.
After a few blocks Brett ran into an alley way.
"Are you crazy? Running from the cops? Why'd you do that?" Zeke yelled frantically. I curled up by the wall trying to catch my breath.
"I don't like the police. The police don't like me." Brett stated.
"We'll that's just great! We're wanted by the police." I growled, catching my breath.
"We'll be fine." Brett said.
"We'd better." Zeke threatened.
There was a pregnant pause. The only sound a drip drip from a facet.
"So, what now?" I asked.
"Um, well, if we want to go out in public, we might need new ideas." Brett looked thoughtful.
"What!" Zeke and I shouted.
"You wanted to know what I thought we should do next! Do not yell at me!" Brett yelled back.
"And how do you propose we get these fake ideas?" I scowled.
"Don't worry. I know just the man."
And that's the day we truly became a family. Zeke Kingsley the popular, cocky jock from New York. Brett Hunter the drug and alcoholaddict from Australia. And me, Bella Swan. The shy girl from Washington. All from different worlds with only one thing in common. We had all fallen in love with a vampire...
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