Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisianna, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!
Camilla POV
That Saturday rolled around quickly, I found as soon as I opened my eyes, I felt sick to my stomach. Clyde knew why I was so on edge, but thankfully, he didn't comment on it at all. To make things easier on my brother and father, I made them breakfast in the morning, consisting of blueberry pancakes, smothered in maple syrup and a cup of steaming coffee to wash it all down with.
Needless to say, they woke up with smiles on their faces.
Skipping into the shower, I scrubbed my body to the point where my skin was blistering and shone an irritated red under the bathroom light above me. I shaved my legs, under my arms and my lady area, with care, but with a finesse that only years of perfected shaving could acquire, and I washed my hair with my mint shampoo, tying it atop my head and out of the way, feeling the water dripping down the length of my spinal cord. I threw my robe over my shoulders, and brushed my teeth, while rubbing a flannel over my face, rubbing away last night's bad memories, and padded back into my bedroom, my carpet accidentally drying my feet as I walked along the soft carpeting.
After slipping on a pair of clean underwear, and throwing another pair into my backpack, along with a pair of socks, cotton pyjama shorts and a baseball jersey, for when I was going to sleep, alongside my phone charger, my iPod and clothes for tomorrow. My fingers shaking, slightly, I dressed quickly; in my special monkey all-in-one.
Don't judge me.
Once I was finished, I bent over slightly, so I could blow dry my hair effectively, and left it in its natural state; a wild, curly mess. I tied it up in a pony tail and rubbed serum through the tendrils, sighing as the sweet scent permeated through the air, and once I was done, I shoved that into my bag, too, making doubly sure that the cork was fastened tightly.
Throwing the bag into the corner of the room, I went about doing some household chores, hoping that would take my mind off of he daunting thought of spending a whole night with three of the most prestigious, gorgeous and mysterious girls in my high school.
Sweet God, how was I going to survive?
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It took me nearly three hours to get everything - and I mean everything - in the house done.
From washing all of the sideboards until it reflected my facial features, cleaning all of the nooks and crannies until they were squeaky clean, making a fresh batch of white chocolate chip cookies until their aroma pumped out of every orifice of the house, scrubbing the shag carpet in the living room on my hands and knees, cleaning the cobwebs from behind the television and even ventured into my brother's room and attempting to clean the catastrophe that was his bedroom. Honestly, I went so far as to cut the grass in the garden, so it was all level, and pretty looking.
It was then that Clyde told me that I was taking it too far, and I should really just calm down.
"Alice isn't that bad," he chuckled, walking me into the spanking clean living room, shoving me onto one of the singlet seats, and pressing his thumb in between my brows, "Stop stressing out, mon cher."
"I cant help it," I mumbled, a visible pout on my lips, and he rolled his eyes, momentarily, before replying, "You'll be fine.. She really wants to get to know you.. And it would really make me happy if you gave her a chance?"
Looking into his hazel green eyes, I felt my stomach turn in anticipation. He really wanted to make an effort, and I would, but not for his sake.
For my own.
I liked Alice, and that wasn't something that I took lightly. She was such a refreshing person - always smiling, no matter the weather, and constantly went out of her way to make me feel welcome, even if her family didn't exactly offer me the same courtesy. I hoped that tonight I could make a good impression on her parents, simply because it would suck royally if I fucked things up between my brother and his girlfriend because I was an asshole. I had only met Carlisle Cullen once, and even then.. I wasn't in my right frame of mind to properly converse with him.
Shaking off the bad juju vibes that I felt from that specific train of thought, I nodded at my brother, and after checking the time, finding that it was nearly five in the afternoon - fucking shocker, to say the least - I decided that I would at least make them dinner before I stepped out of the house, and left them to fend for themselves. Knowing the both of them, they would end up calling in a takeaway, and that just wasn't how I did things in our house.
Rolling my eyes, I replied, "Alright.. I'll rustle up somethin' quick for you to eat tonight, and I'll leave out around 8 to get to the Cullen's house."
He grinned at me, and said, "You taking your bike?"
Smirking, I replied, "'Course."
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Once the fried chicken, thick, buttery sweet potato mash and mixed vegetables were finished, I jumped back into the shower, making sure as to not get my hair any wetter, and washed away the scent of sunflower seed oil and herbal seasoning. My fingers had been coated in the remnants of clumpy flour and eggs, from the fried chicken, and I watched as the grime dripped down the drain. Slipping back into my bedroom, I threw my towel into my crocheted basket in the corner of my bedroom, and began getting dressed, after rubbing mint lotion into my skin.
I rolled on some deodorant, and threw on a pair of thick, opaque tights, followed by my favourite dark denim shorts, dull olive Doc Martens, and a tight black tee over my torso. I shoved my arms into my fitted leather jacket, and grabbed my backpack from the corner of my room, before rubbing tinted moisturizer onto my face, followed by a thin coat of kohl liner on my bottom lid.
Glancing at my alarm clock, I saw that it was flashing 7:46pm, and I decided that I should really be making my way to the Cullen's mansion. Slipping my iPod into my pocket, I plugged the buds into my ears, and switched on my most used play list - automatically hearing the instrumental of 'Mississippi Woman' by Denise LaSalle began flitting through my ear canal, and rolled my shoulders in preparation.
"You leavin', cher?" Clyde asked, his mouth full of freshly made food, and I chuckled, then replied, as calmly as I could, considering my hands were practically shaking as I tightened my hold on my backpack, "Yeah," and pressed a kiss to his forehead, "Bye, Cly."
"Bye, cher."
And I closed the door behind me. Our dad was at work, so I sent him a quick text to tell him I was leaving. Kicking my leg up on my motorcycle, I zipped up my jacket, and slid on my helmet, to cover my ears, clipping down the visor, and smirking at the clench of leather against my skin.
Oh, it was good to be on my baby again.
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Pulling up to their home, I noticed just how bright and clean it looked, with barely so much as a fingerprint smudge tainting the glass that made up the bottom floor of the home. Even though this was the second - or theoretically third - time that I had been at the Cullen home, I was still just as nervous and jittery as I had been the first time, so I could barely focus on anything but walking in a straight line. The living rooms were visible from the outside, and, still, everything seemed so dazzling and spotless. I wondered what kind of cleaning products Esme used, to keep her house so perfect-looking. Honestly, they were lucky they bought such a secluded, quiet area, otherwise people in this town just wouldn't leave them alone.
Calmly, I sauntered up the few wooden steps, my grip tight on the straps of my bag, and I inhaled, deeply, hoping to calm my nerves. My eyes fluttered shut, momentarily, and when I opened them, I took a moment to survey the nature encompassing me. I had never held much of an avid interest in the environment but there was something about the tranquility that blanketed me in those quiet moments that stuck with me.
The trees had to be nearing 30 foot in height, and circled the house, in perfect succession, the only opening was the pathway that their cars could come through. My bike was tucked as far from their cars as I could, without seeming rude, and I made sure to do everything that I could to stop myself from harming their vehicles.
Scratches cost money, you know.
It took a few moments before I realised that I was stalling. I was using the beauty of the nature to distract me from going inside of the house. I was being a gigantic wuss, and I need to buck up. Knocking on the door, lightly, I waited for a few seconds, my heart pounding, and my breath held tightly in my chest, before the door swung open, and a bright-eyed Alice grinned at me from inside.
"You came!" she yelled, her eyes conveying both her happiness and, also, a smidgen of disbelief that made my stomach clench in discomfort as hugged me. I It happened so quickly, in fact, that I couldn't tell her to just.. Not, and I felt my something inside of me twist and turn as I seized up, hoping that she would get the message that I just didn't like being touched by people that I didn't.. Know very well, I suppose.
"Come in," she gushed, excitedly, "Rose and Char are in the living room, getting all girlie and stuff."
She led me through the hallway, my eyes wincing at the glare from the sparkling laminated floors as they reflected the bright white light above it. Rose was sitting in the centre of the leather sofa; her perfect blonde hair tied up with a large clip in a pretty French braid, framing her face appealingly. She had on an expensive-looking kimono, and was in the middle of painting her long, manicured nails a deep ruby red. She looked up, and quirked a brow at me, curiously, but said nothing else. Not that she needed to, anyway. Her being here was enough, especially considering we weren't exactly on speaking terms after the verbal thrashing she gave me, the first night I was here.
"Hey, sugar," I heard Char comment from her seat on the floor, on top of the nude shag carpet, "How you doin', sweetie?"
"I'm good, thanks, Charlotte," I said, respectfully, and tugged at the sleeves of my leather jacket. She poked her head up, her curly blonde hair surrounded her face, delightfully, and her amber eyes widened, fractionally, before she said, "Come on," her Southern accent welcoming me, like an old friend.
Alice nudged me further into the room, and commented, "Take your jacket off, we're all comfy here," and skipped over to Char, settling besides her, and finished painting her own nails, a solid turquoise colour, contrasting with her alabaster skin tone.
I shrugged off my jacket, throwing it over my arm, and shuffled over to the group of girls.
"Where is everyone else?"
Char replied, without even looking up from the tween magazine, "Out. Dad is at work - mom's in the kitchen. Em, Pete and Jazz went out for somethin' to… eat. They'll be back in a couple of hours, I guess. Bells and Eddie are on a date, the cuties," she had a silly smile on her face as she finished, and I nodded, my chest constricting, tightly.
"That's cool.."
Rosalie chuckled, sharply, and I felt my eyes widen of their own accord, as she asked, rather.. Nicely, I guess, "So what do you usually do on these 'slumber party' things, then?"
"I don't really.. Go to slumber parties, I guess," I stammered, slightly, and she pursed her lips, interestedly, however she didn't comment - thankfully. Alice sat up, then, and quizzed, not quite as innocently as she tried to appear, "So.. What's going on between you and Danny?"
Blushing, momentarily, I replied, unconvincingly, "Nothing."
"Yeah.. Right. And pigs can fly," she sent me a bored stare, and sat up on her haunches, and pushed, with a mischievous grin, "Come on.. Tell us!"
Surprisingly enough, Rosalie chorused, with a wide grin, "Tell us, tell us, tell us," and I noted that Char seemed a little perturbed, if her small pout was anything to go by. Laughing, lightly, I replied, feeling infinitely more comfortable around the girls, despite my earlier nervousness, and I said, "Seriously.. It's nothing. We went on a date.. And it was nice," then I paused, pursing my lips, slightly, "I don't have special feelings for him, and neither does he. We're friends," and I felt my phone vibrate in my jacket pocket that was in my hands.
Hey.. How's the slumber party going, Cam? - D
Danny's text brought a large toothy grin on my face, and I replied, quickly, my fingers tapping away at my touch screen, making a few errors in my haste, but correcting them, quickly. Alice peeked her head over my shoulder, sneakily, and yelled, "Yeah! Sure! 'Friends'. That's why he's texting you, right?" and bumped her petite shoulder with my own, and lay on her back, with a crooked grin placed upon her lips as she did so.
"Shut up, pixie chick," I joked, and she pinched me, lightly, on my forearm, for my comment. She replied, flustered, "I'm not that short, ass-face."
Rolling my eyes, I answered, "Mhmm.. Right."
She pouted, again, her arms crossed over her shoulders, and she huffed, facing away from me, with humour decorating her features. Char gave me a half-smile, and I felt as though she wasn't quite.. Well, all the way here, I suppose. My brow furrowed, but I didn't say anything - it wasn't my place. Alice chuckled, and said, "Want me to paint your nails?"
Grinning, forgetting about Char's sudden depression for a moment, and replied, "Sure.. Sounds fun."
Look! She's getting along with them all! Even Rosalie!
Okay, so I realised that, after a preview, I made a mistake. I left a whole fucking sentence unfinished, and I am kicking myself. I've fixed it, thankfully, and I hope you guys don't hate me too much.