If i do stupid things like, hm, upload the same thing twice, please just pity me. im not good with this site. I get easily confused. _
This is, Matt, Another OC of mine. he's so cuuute! (to me at least!) I hope this is okay. this is chapter 2, i guess. it will vary from Paige to Matt. oh, and to mention, this whole thing is set, like, five years after the books end. so things like, Renesme is five, but looks basically fully grown up now. woop.
Hope this is okay, it came easily to write which was fun. i was just typing away very happily, while my family call me a freak for touch typing. ah, they love me so...
I formally apolagise if there are spelling mistakes and if things dont make sense, but just, assume that a made a mistake and correct it in your head plwees! :P
Hope you enjoy~ :)
Matt
It had been a six months since I had joined the pack, and it wasn't too bad to be honest. Well, apart from their seemingly obsession with not wearing shirts. I mean, it's not like it was hot weather. It rained fifty percent of the year, and snowed or hailed the rest of the year. Sure we had high body temperatures, but still, it was kind of ridiculous. Well, it kind of worked for them. they were all buff and tan with dark hair and smoky eyes….And me? well, I was a kind of thin pale kid from Scotland, with really shaggy messy blond hair and blue eyes. So I'm very noticeably different from the rest of them. its not every day you come across a blond wolf with blue eyes. That's not to say I wasn't strong. In fact, not the blow my own horn or anything, I was one of the strongest of the pack. Not that you could tell by looking at me.
I had moved here from Scotland, my mum wanted a change of scene, she thought it would be good to get me away from my school. She thought I was getting bullied. Ha. Yeah right.
She was a novelist, and rather than buy a house in the nearby town, called forks, she bought the largest house in La Push. She apparently preferred to be surrounded by nature, and rather not the town for she thought it would get in the way of her creative instinct. Well, I wasn't complaining, this way I could change without having to sneak off anywhere. I could just say I was going for a walk and she would wave me off, barely taking any notice of me.
I went ot the local school in La Push. I didn't really have anyone that I hung out with, I kind of kept to myself. sure, I was a sociable guy. But I guess the new kid isn't always welcome with open arms.
Of course, that's when I noticed the pack. I had smelt them, then they came after me. at first they were angry. It was understandable. I was a threat and on their territory.
But when they had surrounded me, I was in human form, and raised my hand. There leader, Sam, was in human form. After we had a detailed conversation, he decided that it was better if I joined the pack rather than be a stranger. He said that we had to stick together.
At first not many of them warmed up to me, especially this Paul guy. After a while, they got used to me, and they all started to relax around me, I even think that Paul was starting to get used to me being around. Just a bit.
But now everything had died down. It was kind of strange for me. I had never had anyone who knew about what I was. Even my mum didn't know. And I never wanted her to know.
A guy called Jacob had filled me in about the truce they had with the neighbourhood vampires. That freaked me out a bit. Friends with the vampires? They must be bloody joking.
But apparently, these ones weren't half as bad as Jacob made them sound. The dude had a grudge against some of them. The other members of the pack filled me in on his background with them. he was in love with one of them when she was human, this Bella girl. Then, she had a kid from the Edward dude, then she was made vampire just after she gave birth to a lil'n. So yadda' yadda' yadda'. Apparently the dude imprinted on the kid, a little thing called Renesmé. She was a cute little thing, and didn't smell too bad compared to the other vamps. At first I didn't know what imprinting was, and no one really told me. nearly all of the pack had done so by now, even the one girl of the group, Leah, had someone now. They just told me for short, that it was like finding your soulmate. Well, whatever. I didn't really care that much.
Right now, I was at home, making my mum some lunch. Like I said, she's a novelist. They're all barking mad I tell you. She didn't sleep that much, or eat, so I basically monitored how she was doing, and was the iron fist of her well being. She'd always joke about how I was moer the mother than she was. Well, she had a point.
She had published five great series of books. She varied in the type she wrote, although they all had something to do with the fantasy more or less. She never did anything that was Sci-Fi though, she said she didn't understand it and it was too complicated for her. right now she was working on a new book about a magical kingdom or something. Don't get me wrong, I love my mum, but her book? Meh, not so much. Seriously, my mum had a dark side. Which included, core and smut. But her readers adored her, which made her happy. She'd won seven awards, I forget what for though, they all had stupid names, but things like that are the reason we were able to buy the largest house in La push, which I must say doesn't seem the right kind of house for only two people. It had seven bedrooms, five toilets, three on suits, a games room, two dining rooms, a lounge and a living room, a basement, and attic. It was unbelievable. But we were grateful for the room in some way considering we had collected so much crap over the years. I was proud of her though.
Once I had finished making the sandwich for her, I got a glass of juice and walked to her study. Juggling the glass and the plate, I knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" She chimed in a sing song voice. I sighed. She was obsessed with her ongoing joke. She still found it funny, but she'd kept it going for three years now. I was starting to think it had lost its entertainment. I mean, who else could it be? There were only two people who lived in our house!
"It's the Easter bunny," I retorted, and pushed the door open with my foot. I stepped through the threshold of her study to be greeted with the smell of old books. My mum practically fell in love with the house for this one reason only. It was basically a library. Why she wanted a library full of books that had been there for who no's how long and hadn't been touched or dusted since the 1950's, I don't know. But as soon as we moved in here, she made me help her put her modern desk in here and set up her laptop and all of her requirements. And by requirements, I mean things like a bean bag, a mini fridge when she decided the hibernate in here for a week, and hammock. Yes, that's right, a hammock. It was a big study.
"Oh well, hello there Mr Easter Bunny, Sir." She smirked as I placed the plate and glass down next to her. I smiled at her. She was seated at her desk, a cushion in her lap and in her big baggy jumper and track suit bottoms with big fluffy bear slippers. Her sandy blond hair was pulled up in a messy bob, stray hair sticking out everywhere. I can never say I'm adopted because there's no doubting that we're related. She looked over her glasses, her brown eyes shinny with amusement.
"Your lunch, Milady." I said in the poshest British butler accent I could do. She laughed.
"Why thank you, Butler." She took a sip of her water. "How are you doing, bored?" She asked, peering up at me.
"Sort of, but I was gunna' go hang out with the guys." I ran my hands through my shaggy hair, wincing as it ran into a buggery not. I would brush my hair, but…I'm just too lazy to be honest.
"Oh, that's good. Don't run into any wild bears now," She grinned. I raised a brow mockingly.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Ma'am." I said letting the almost American accent I had adopted be at its strongest. Sure I had a sort of Scottish accent, but I had quickly adopted some American phrases. Sort of.
"Good. Because, who would I have to make all my meals and take care of me?" She called as I walked out the door.
"yeah, love you too Mum," I replied with a smiled on my face. It's nice to know that I'm valued around here.
I walked to the front door and grabbed my back pack, which is where I usually put my clothes in, and walked out of the house. The area in front of our house a large gavelled area, then a road, then the forest. I walked briskly over the gravel, which crunched loudly in the brisk cold early afternoon. It wasn't a sunny day. It never was to be honest. I don't see how my mum found this much of a change of scenery. In Scotland, we lived in the countryside, middle of nowhere, with barely anyone around us. It was cold and wet there. But at least it there weren't violent winds and storms here, unlike in Scotland.
But I tell you, with gravel out here, there would be no change of a burglar that's for sure.
Once I was off the gravel, I quickly crossed the road and walked into he darkness of the trees, on my way to Emily and Sam's house.
I know this is shorter than the last one, but when i got to the whole bit about him going in the woods i was like 'ah, i give up!' so im just waiting for inspiration to strike, the bastard. (i do wuv dat word) Qui, so i hope you found this okay. Matt is funny. we find out, later on, that he is different from the others, you know, apart from being well, scottish pale and blond. lol. he is VERY different from the rest of them. mwahaha. and you will find out why!
anyway, hope it was enjoyable enough for you not to send me hate mail! x
