Forks

Now we're in our new home. It's as bleak as the town we're staying in. My dad bought a three story, white house with coal black shutters and four windows in the front. It had a brick walk way, not as pretty as our old cobble stone one. Charlotte and I have rooms right next to each others and both rooms are incredibly boring. My room, for example, is white and big, but boring. It has a full size bed, stripped of any sheets, with a black steel head board. There is also a small wooden desk, and a large window facing the front of the house. The only thing that I love about this boring room is my large window, because there's also a ledge attached to the window where someone could sit and read and there's nothing I like better then reading... not even walking comes close to how much I love to read. Charlotte's room is exactly like mine in every detail. She loves the window in her room for the same reason that I love mine. But we couldn't handle having everything be the same the bleakness made me exceedingly depressed, so as soon as the time presented itself, Charlotte and I begged our Dad to let us go to Home Depot to get some paint and cushions for our rooms. He agreed and gave us his credit card to get whatever we wanted to recreate our rooms.

Both of our smiles were as wide as our faces would allow them to stretch. When we finally reached Home Depot, we went straghit for the paints. I found a lovely ice blue, which was oddly warm and cool at the same time, and thinking of the light that will be coming in through the trees will just add to the serene color. While I had my ice blue Charlotte chose a pretty light plum color that would make her room seem more warm and homey. As we were heading towards the cushions for our ledges, I saw a type of paint that works great on wood and I immediately thought of my wooden desk in the corner. I went strait to that aisle to see their choices, and I just had to have the charcoal paint for my desk. It would look absolutely fabulous with the ice blue paint. As I was marveling over how amazing it would look, I realized that someone was watching me. I turned around and I saw a small girl about my age with dark brown, spiky hair with golden eyes, looking at me with curiosity. Even when I turned to look at her she didn't look away, and she didn't act embarrassed that she was caught. She just kept staring. At what, I really don't know.

Charlotte called for me in the other aisle and my head snapped away of her gaze as I started up the aisle to the cushions, where Charlotte found these great golden cushions for her window ledge. I found these awesome lacey black cushions that were actually very soft, and great for my color scheme. After we picked out our cushions, we headed towards the side lamps and lights. Charlotte and I both found our lamps. Very simple lamps, nothing too expensive or extraordinary. Then we finally went to the carpet/rug area, were I found a perfect ice blue rug, while Charlotte got a plum colored rug. By the time we were finished it was about 2:30 p.m. (we left at 7:05 am) and for the rest of the day I couldn't get rid of that curious look the little pixie haired girl gave me. It was very odd and I couldn't shake it. Charlotte, being the mind reader that she is, asked, "What's bugging you?"

I sighed and then replied be saying, "When I was getting my paint for my desk, there was this girl that was just staring at me, and she didn't look away when I went to look at her-she just kept staring."

Charlotte thought about it for a moment and then replied, "She might be just curious about you. You said that she looked you age, maybe she was surprised to see someone new. Maybe she was curious to see if you were going to be a new student at her school?"

I replied with submission. "You're probably right... I really shouldn't be worrying about this. We should be focusing about redecorating our rooms." That was enough to shut both of us up, as we were too busy thinking of what we're going to do and how it would look. We were silent the rest of the drive home. Once we stepped in the door, our mom was in the kitchen calling us to come in. Apparently, we had company. It was Dad's new co . worker, Dr. Cullen, come to say "hi". He was quite a handsome man with blonde hair and the same golden eyes as the pixie girl. I briefly wondered if they were related. After talking to for a few minutes, Charlotte and I decided to take our paints to the garage and then put the rest of our things in a storage room until we were done painting. By the time we were done the rain cleared and I decided to unpack our basketball and basketball hoop, and started shooting some hoops. After shooting 3 bank shots I convinced Charlotte to play horse with me. Before I could get my second letter, I heard a door shut. I turned around and saw two tall guys about my age. One had dark brown curls and was really buff, while the other had blond wispy hair but with slightly less muscle. Both of them had golden brown eyes and both of them were extremely good looking. After looking at them for a good two minutes I turned back to the basketball hoop and shot another bank shot. I passed the ball to Charlotte, who still hadn't fully recovered from the magnitude of handsomeness we were just exposed to, and in her shot the ball deflected off the rim of the hoop and bounced right in front of the brown haired, brawny one. He grabbed it and smiled. It was a beautiful smile, one that would put cheer into anybody in around. He then bounced the ball a couple times and asked, "Hey girls, whatcha playing ?"

Charlotte couldn't answer. Even though she was the oldest, she was the one who, when it came to boys, couldn't collect herself. So I answered him, "We're playing horse. You game?" I asked the question without even thinking and before I knew It the curly haired boy came over with an even brighter smile and said, "Sure! Hey Jazz, you want to play with these nice young ladies?" The blond one, well, I guess his name is Jasper, nodded with a shy smile and came over. Finally, the curly haired boy was close enough to bounce pass my ball and said, "My name is Emmett, this is my brother Jasper. We're 's kids."

At this I smiled in reply and said, "I'm Lily and this is my sister Charlotte. We're Dr. McGivney's kids."

Emmett just smiled at my reply and then he asked ,"Did you guys just move here? "

"Yeah, we actually moved in last week."

"Really? From where?"

"Oconomowoc, Wisconsin"

"I've never heard of it. What part of Wisconsin is it ?"

"It's near Milwaukee, in that general area"

"Oh, Cool! I've never been to Wisconsin. What's it like?"

"It's a nice. Very woodsy, great for hunting."

" Really? Is that so? What could you hunt there?"

"Uh, well it depends on the season, you can hunt deer, bears, turkey, moose..."

"Wow! That sounds awesome!" and then he turned to Jasper and winked at him as if acknowledging some inside joke. Jasper smiled .

Then for the first time in this whole conversation Jasper spoke. He asked me in a southern accent, "Hey, do you like football?"

I stared for a moment at the fact that he had to ask, but I still answered, "Yes! I absolutely love football!"

Both Emmett and Jasper looked at me with curious eyes and asked in unison, "What's your favorite team?"

I looked at them again, as if they had to ask, and replied by saying, "The Green Bay Packers, duh...although the Patriots are a close second."

Now they both looked at each other and grinned widely, so I asked them, "What are your favorite teams?"

Jasper answered instantly, saying,"The Cowboys!" and soon after his declaration Emmett followed by saying, "The Chargers!"

After he said that, I decided to take the advantage of the silence and shoot another bank shot, having it bounce right in front of Charlotte, who was finally noticed by both boys, and they both started questioning her about her favorite football team and how she likes it up here.

They were both nice guys. We kept playing our game of horse... or a game of question us and shoot a basketball in between breaks of silence. After a while we found out a lot about each other. Emmett and Jasper were in Charlotte's class and their other siblings are in my class, and since school was starting soon, I would have the pleasure of meeting them. They both smiled at the prospect of a new school year.

We went inside from shooting hoops at about seven and we discussed school and how we were all looking forward to a brand new school year, and how we're looking forward to getting to know one another better. I couldn't help but feel a little weird about how these people didn't have to sit or breath ...It looked like they had to remind each other to shift their weight on their feet. It was odd ...but I'm sure I was just making it up in my head. What and strange thing to think about...huh... well, I guess that I am pretty odd myself, so it's to be expected.

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