Visiting

It's been a whole month since the Cullen's visit and ever since that day the weather hasn't been cooperating. I haven't been able to paint my wooden desk and it just seems out of place.

Finally it stopped raining enough so that I could go out and paint it in the garage. The reason I had to wait so long was because my mom has this thing about paint fumes messing up your brain and I couldn't open the windows to air out the fumes without flooding our house! So my mom said that when the weather gets nicer I could paint it in the garage, which leads us to today! It's sunny and warm! Can you believe it?

My parents and Charlotte decided to go to Port Angeles for the day while I decided to stay home, so I decided to work on it. I moved my desk to the garage and threw on a pair of gray short shorts and a lime green cami, and started to work. I had just finished one of the wooden legs of the desk when I heard a loud cough coming from behind me. I jumped at the sound and turned around to see what caused the noise. It was a tall lanky boy about my age. He had light blonde hair and green eyes (and he was very handsome.) When he saw that he startled me he looked down at the ground in embarrassment and then, with a red face, said, "I'm sorry for startling you. I was taking a walk around the neighborhood when I saw you painting this desk and then I realized that you just moved here and I was thinking of introducing myself and then you turned around and now I'm all flustered... I'm sorry for bothering you... I should go." Then he turned to leave.

By now I had collected myself enough to say, "Hey, wait! You didn't startle me that much... you said you wanted to introduce yourself, so why don't you? Here, I'll even start. Hi, my name is Lily McGivney. It's a pleasure to meet you..."

"Eric, Eric Newton "

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Eric," I said with a big smile. Upon seeing my smile, he began to blush-blush? Why would he blush? Huh... and then he began to smile and said, "Well, it's very nice meeting you, Lily. I guess we'll be seeing each other often. You know, since we're neighbors." I smiled at the prospect of having such a good looking neighbor. I had to admit it-he was pretty cute and he seemed nice, so I smiled and said, "Really? Thats nice. Where do you live?"

He smiled widely and said, "I live right across the street. In that gray house, right there." Then he pointed at a two story gray house with forrest green shutters and two large windows in front. It was a nice house; it seemed inviting, just like the resident. I looked up at him and said, "It looks like a nice place. Have you been living here long?"

He looked up, shy again, and said, "Well, yeah. I was born here and I've lived here my whole life. My family has lived in Forks for centuries." When he said "centuries" my eyebrows skyrocketed/ I mean, his family never moved? Like ever? Maybe Forks has something more to offer that I'm just not seeing. When Eric saw my astonishment he quickly said, "Well we've stayed here mostly for the family business. We sell hiking and outdoor supplies." He shrugged and said, "It's not really popular across the US but it does pretty well for our area since there are so many hikers up here."

Now I saw the brand new mountain bike in his drive way and realized that he was being modest.

It took me a while to realize that what I was wearing was extremely skimpy. As soon as I realized this, I was mortified, I couldn't hide the embarrassment. My face was immediately hot and I knew that my face must have been instantly red. When Eric saw how red my face was he looked confused, so I answered his silent question by saying, "I'm so sorry, I'm so inappropriately dressed! I honestly didn't expect any company ...I just didn't want to wear anything nice while I painted my desk in case I spilled anything on me. Oh, I'm sorry!"

As I said these words, Eric's confused look went away instantly and a sly smile crept along his face. In a whisper he said, "Don't be."

When I heard this my face went from a light pink to a blazing crimson. I didn't know whether to be flattered or embarrassed, so I went with a combination between the two of them. Then we were both quiet for a few minutes and Eric asked, " Hey do you need any help with painting?"

I couldn't help but smile and say, "I thought you would never ask." We both smiled and I gave him a brush.

As we began our work, we continued to talk about our favorite music and sports and by the time we were finished three hours had passed and we were still talking. If not for my dad honking the horn at us to move out of the garage, we probably would have been talking all night. But when he saw the way my dad looked at him threw down the car window he was smart enough to say that he, "had to go, it's getting late. I'll see you around, Lily." And with that I gave him my thanks for helping me and said goodbye. Once Eric was safe inside his house, my family decided to bombard me with a plethora of questions like: Who is he? How long has he been here? How old is he? Is he nice? Does he go to your high school? So I answered, "His name is Eric Newton. He's been visiting me for a couple of hours, helping me paint my desk. He's my age, yes he's very nice, and yes he goes to my school we're going to be in the same grade."

My Mom and Dad were satisfied in my answers, but Charlotte was still a little suspicious. So when we were finally alone she decided to ask, "So what's the deal?"

I couldn't help my confusion, but then she elaborated her question by asking, "What happened while we were gone? Tell me every detail!" I knew that lying was useless, so I told her everything about us awkwardly meeting and how we spent the day talking and how his family has been living in Forks for centuries, and after I was done explaining everything she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and said, "He likes you! He likes you a lot! He's pretty cute, too, and rich!"

I stopped her before she could get carried away and said, "Charlotte, be serious. We just met, he was just being neighborly. If anything he was excited to have new people in the neighborhood."

But then Charlotte countered , "But if he were ask you out, you would totally say yes!"

To this declaration I had no answer. I knew in my heart that I would say yes in a heart beat; why wouldn't I? He's handsome, he's nice, and we both love the same music. I'm just grateful that I would at least know someone on my first day of school other than my sister.

...

The very next day my dad invited me to visit where he worked. I of course said yes, because my dad absolutely loves when Charlotte and I get to see what he does everyday, but today Charlotte decided to go with my mom to the store, so I went alone to visit my dad's work. My dad was so happy you couldn't help but feel the joy that was radiating off of him. He showed me his office and his operating room, which wasn't in use. (Thank God!) He introduced me to almost all of the nurses and a few more doctors. After he was done showing me the MRI room I asked to go to the bathroom, and when I left him I bumped into Dr. Cullen. When he realized that I had come to visit my dad he couldn't stop smiling at seeing me. I couldn't help but feel a little gratified that such a man would be so glad as to see me. He then said, "I'm so glad to see you, it's been so long."

He said it so sincerely that all I could say was, "I'm very happy to see you again as well, Dr. Cullen."

He smiled at my response and inquired on how the rest of my family was, but before I could answer him I was tapped on the on the back by a cold hand. I turned around to see a tall slender women with a heart shaped face and carmel colored hair. She was also extremely beautiful and had honey golden eyes. She looked at me lovingly and then at and said, "Honey aren't we going to be late?"

Then Dr. Cullen looked at her and back at me and back at her and then he looked at me again and said, "Oh, please forgive me. Lily this is my wife Esme. Esme this is Lily McGivney, she's the daughter of Ralph McGivney, our new Heart & Lungs specialist."

When Esme found out who I was she gave me a big smile and said, "Oh, Lily it's so nice to meet you! I've heard all about you and your sister from my son's. So do you like it up here?"

I smiled at her reaction towards who I was and then said, "Oh, um ...yes I like it very much, the forests are absolutely beautiful, it's a lovely area. Um, , didn't you say something about being late? Am I keeping you from something? If so, I really don't want to be the cause you you two being late."

She looked at me with kind eyes and said, "Why yes, we have to go. We have an appointment that we can't be late for."

I nodded and smiled again in understanding, then said, "Well, it was nice meeting you Mrs. Cullen, and nice seeing you again, Dr. Cullen. I hope you both have a nice day!" They both smiled and said goodbye. As I was leaving then I felt a little sad at the loss of their company, but all that sadness went away the moment I saw my father laughing up a storm with one of the ultrasound technicians. Its really hard to ever be sad when my father is in such a good mood. When he saw me he went and introduced me to the ultrasound technician that he was talking to, whose name was Ben Lemon. he was a nice man with gray hair and light blue eyes. He was very funny he had me and my dad laughing for a good 45 minutes with one of his stories about his wife and his infamous vacations. He was a great story teller.

"Hey Lily what grade are you going into this year?" he asked.

"I'm going to be a Junior."

" Really? That's great! my daughter Lisa is in the same grade! "

I just smiled in response. I actually couldn't wait to meet Lisa. If she was anything like her dad then I knew I would like her .

After we left the hospital we went straight home to find that my mom had prepared a wonderful meal of Italian bread, roast beef and a caesar salad. The food was wonderful. The beef was juicy, the bread was fresh, and the salad was crisp and delectable. I asked my mother what was the meaning of such an extravagant feast, and she just said, "Do I really need an excuse to feed my family well?" I knew that she was just happy to be settled in and it was that happiness that stopped me from asking her anything else, and so we ate, and we conversed, and with all that joy surrounding me I could almost forget that the first day of school was in two days (Key word ALMOST). I was nervous and kind of scared that the teachers would announce me to the entire class, or that I would get lost trying to find one of my classes. Junior year was soon approaching and I couldn't help but feel a little anxious, like something big was going to happen. Something strange.