Okay... Not the best story I've every written... But first chapters are always hard! I promise this one will be better!
Oh, and someone said something about not giving rights to sm.. Sorry about that, Ive never actually read a fan fiction...
I do not own twilight.
Song I had in mine when making this was bad romance, skillex remix.
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I ride home, my truck rumbling the whole way. I turn on the raido, and country song comes on, I come to a red light, and change the radio station. A new song comes on, one that I have never heard.
Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum.
The song doesnt have much lyrics, just a bunch of computer made sounds.
I drive up my drive way with ease, when I get out I hear the roar of a bike, and I look to my left. I see Ryver and Miles obviously speeding down the street. I look down at the ground, a foot or so in front of my feet. I hear a bike come to a screeching halt, and I turn around. Ryver is at the foot of my drive way, her dark helmet on, but her long braid flowing behind her.
Miles speeds past her, she flips him the finger, and I can hear him laugh as he goes down the road. Ryver takes off her helmet and walks up the drive way.
"Hello, Bella."
"Hello."
"Minwendaagwad waabamiwoogon."
I look at Ryver, and look away as I begin to walk into my house.
"It only means, 'it's good to see you'. Am I allowed to come in?" Ryver says, walking behind me.
"Sure." I unlock the door to my house, and let her in.
She unzips her leather jacket to reveal nothing but a tan tank top with fringe hanging from the neck line.
"Do you always wear shirts like that?"
"Eya', I mean, yes. Sorry, I've been speaking Ojibway almost my whole life, it's hard to get out of that habbit." Ryver says while taking off her boots.
"Oh, where did you use to live?" I say, walking to the kitchen.
"On a reserve, in Canada."
I nod my head, and walk up to the fridge. "Would you like anything to eat?" I ask looking back at Ryver.
"No thanks, I'm fine."
"Tell me about Canada, I've never been."
Ryver laughed, "Its cold, so, so, cold. I come here and I'm sweating. I came from Ontario, up north."
"That's cool." I say as I put a bag of pop corn in the microwave, and I click the bottom. "I've never been up north. This is as north as I get."
"I can tell." Ryver says, laughing.
"What does that mean?" I say, turning around, as I cross my arms.
"Your only wearing three sweaters. Mind if Miles joins us?"
I turn back around, while mumbling, "I'm only wearing one sweater."
"Can Miles come over?" Ruver repeats.
"Sure."
At that exact moment, the door bell rings.
"Come in, it's open."I say just as loud as I use to when I'd let him in.
I stop what I'm doing, as I remember the past..
Just when I begin to feel alive again!
The microwave beeps, I jump, and even scream a little.
"Is she alright?" Miles whispers.
"I don't know. What should we do?" Ryver whispers back.
I pour the bag of popcorn into the bowl, and turn around, "I'm sorry, won't happen again."
"We need to go." Ryver says, getting up, Miles following close behind. They are both out the door, before I know it.
I stare at the now closed door, trying to price together what just happens.