A/N: Make sure you stop by and read the other stories because they are that awesome. Most of the topics I write about here are from personal experiences and I'll let you guys know which parts. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. See you all at the end.
Special Note: I'm all up for criticism in the reviews, I just ask that if you don't like it or disagree with something, I or any of the other authors write, that you be respectful about it. We do this for free and take time out of our RL and families in order to write such stories. We do this out of love.
Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight. I own the bunny that attacked me to write this.
Beta: HollBeth
Simply Promised
Chapter 4
Renee POV:
Three years later...
I don't know what we were thinking by moving across town... or to the other side of the only traffic light to be precise.
North Side and South Side... you are one or the other.
Same town, same weather, same people.
Bigger house, more rooms to clean, more rooms to be filled with even more clutter.
Why did we move? So Bella could have a back yard.
"Look at the bright side," murmurs Esme as she unpacks the last of the spoons.
I look at her skeptically because let's be honest... is there a bright side?
"The kids will entertain themselves more now that we are neighbors."
I raise an eyebrow because they already do that now anyway.
She raises her eyebrow in return and says, "We don't have to worry about driving across town to pick them up anymore just because it's getting late."
I see the advantages, I really do.
I just...
I wanted a change.
"Bella! Give me back my DS!" screams Emmett.
Lord forbid he hears you call him Emmie.
"No! You give Ed his GI Joe first."
"Gimme my DS or I'll tell your mom!"
Oh, no!
Esme and I give each other panicked glances and look for an escape route.
Esme and I retreat slowly through the kitchen's back door before they figure out we are inside the kitchen.
The worst thing we could do is get involved in a feud between those two.
They can get pretty epic.
"You think they'll ever get married?" she whispers with a light giggle.
Huh?
"Does it look like they can go five minutes without killing each other?" I whisper back.
She smirks, crouching low through both our yards until we reach the back of her home safely and undetected.
"It's always the ones that fight. Trust me."
A loud crash and an even louder piercing scream coming from my kitchen makes me doubt those two will even reach high school.
A/N: Reviews are the same as Ed with his GI Joe .. or maybe not, Just leave me some luv.