Just Some Info. You Might Want To Know;
Bella is Half-Quileute, if that's how you spell it, and she is fifteen years old. She's going to be kind of ditzy, so yeah, if she sounds stupid then uhm. . . Yup:D Jacob is sixteen. Edward is seventeen.
Charlie is Quileute, Renee is. . . White? I really hope that doesn't sound racist. Lmfao.
The Cullens already live in Forks, so some guys have already phased. Namely Sam, Paul, Jared and Edward.
Bella P.O.V. (In The Airport)
Packing up was a pain in the ass. Especially if your going to be on a three hundred hour ride to Washington. Not even a cool place like Washington D.C.
"Isabella, are you ready to leave?" Annie smirked, grinning in her evil-evil way. She's Phil's daughter. Which makes her my step-sister. When I was little, I used to think we looked exactly alike. We totally don't.
Her eyes are a muddy-green, while mine are a honey-brown. Her hair is blonde and wavy, my hair is a medium brown in curls. Her body shape is very athletic, mine is more like a swimmer. Her skin is really white and when she stays in the sun too long, she gets red all over. I'm a milky-mocha colored girl.
"Yeah, I am. I feel so jealous of you, though. My mom's pregnant with your dad's baby. You won't be the Daddy's Baby Girl anymore," I giggled.
She sent me a mean look. It looked as if she was sucking on a lemony lemon. "It's not like I care, you idiot. I'm going to love," she sneered, "My younger sibling."
I shrugged and got out of the limousine. "Whatever you say. I'm sure we'll both hate the baby, though."
"Aren't you mad that your mom isn't here to say goodbye to you?" she asked, linking her arm with mine, while grabbing my second wheel-suitcase.
Shaking my head, I replied, "Nope. I'm just excited to see my dad. He said that a bunch of my guy-friends grew up. You should've came with me! What if they're cute?"
For a moment, she was silent, "Then you will take a picture for me and I'll decide if I'm visiting your dad, next summer."
Giggling, I hugged her, "I'll miss you, Anabelle."
"I'll miss you, too, Isabella," she sniffed.
I got on Phil's private jet and waited for my airplane pilot. "Hey, Bells! How are you?" Mr. Channing asked, smiling his old man smile.
"I'm great! How's the wife?" Mrs. Channing has been having heart pains and that's really bad, especially since she's nearing her seventy-eigth birthday.
A solemn look came upon his face, "She's doing quite alright, Bella. She'll be up and about helping me with this plane very soon. Don't worry. Now get some rest or else you'll be mighty tired seeing your father."
Nodding, I said, "Okay! How long should the ride take?"
"Not too long, maybe six hours to get from New York to Seattle. Patty will keep you company." Then he left and went to the driver pit for planes. The cockpit.
I giggled to myself, that's such a funny name! Cock-pit. A boy chicken in a hole!
*Six Hours Later*
Patty's soft hands were poking my cheek, "Miss Isabella, please wake up. We are in Washington now. There's a limousine waiting outside to take you to the Port Angeles airport."
"M'kay, carry me!" I moaned, and lifted my arms.
She sighed and called out, "Arnold! She's being a lazy-butt, as always! As her request, could you please carry her to the car?"
Arnold grabbed me and huffed, "Isabella Marie Swan! I always have to carry you to places! You won't have anyone attending you here, sweetheart."
"Shut up, you half-woman, half-man! Arnie, your the best bodyguard ever. Even though I don't need one, but still. It's fun," I mumbled into his chest and yawned.
"Your making fun of my gay sexuality, aren't you?" he muttered, annoyed, "And it's fun for you, not me! I always have to get bossed around by a kid ten years younger than me. This is completely how I pictured my life when I graduated high school."
*One Hour Later*
"ISABELLA MARIE SWAN WAKE THE FUCK UP!" Arnold screeched, pushing me off of the leather seat.
Growling, I screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK ARNOLD! WHAT DO YOU NEED?"
He just smirked at me, "We're here!"
Immediately, I sat up and tried to fix my hair without a mirror. "How do I look?"
"You look like you've just gotten off of a roller coaster and then took a drive in a monsoon." He smirked.
Grinning widely, I squealed, "YAY! SEX HAIR!"
He laughed and mumbled a quiet, "Only you, Bella, only you."
Arnie and the limousine guy left me at the airport, by myself. I'm not scared or anything, but I hate being by myself with nobody to talk to. I checked my cell phone and saw that I didn't have any calls.
Sighing, I saw down in the front of the airport and waited. A tanned girl came by with one suitcase and sat down. She was really pretty. Her eyes were almond shaped and big, her eyes were brown. She was tall, almost taller than me, actually. He hair was black, straight and shiny. I really wanted to touch it.
"Hey, there!" I chirped, holding my hand out, "I'm Isabella."
The girl stared at me for a second and then smiled back shyly, "I'm Kimberly."
"Are you going somewhere far from here?" I asked, looking pointedly at her suitcase. She, in turn, stared at my purse and two suitcases.
Slowly, she stuttered out, "N-No, I'm actually going back to La Push. You see, I just visited my mom and I live with my dad. . . In La Push."
I gasped, "No way! Me, too! Well, I'm going to visit my dad, but still. It's the same situation, right now. Who's picking you up?"
"Uh-M-My dad."
"MINE, TOO! Do you know Charlie? No? Yes? Well he's my dad! Does he cook well for himself? Did he finally get grey hairs? WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING MY QUESTIONS?" I asked, pouncing on her.
Kimberly just stared at me, "Uhm, no. I don't know Charlie. What's his last name?"
"Swan. Charles Swan, baby!" I said proudly, "Woot, woot! Swan family, WOOOO!"
She laughed and said, "Your very weird, you know that? But very sweet, somehow."
Staring at her, I whispered mortified, "Your a pedophile, aren't you? You somehow know that I'm fifteen years old and want to make babies using my body! I'll scream if you touch me!"
"I'm seventeen! And I have a boyfriend! Don't worry, if I'll make any babies, they are going to be Jared's." At the mentionof his name, she got a dreamy look to her eyes.
"Is he cute?" I asked, trying to make her uncomfortable. I love doing that to people, seeing them fidget while I ask embarrassing questions.
She nodded, "The most beautiful guy I've ever met."
I made a weird sound, kind of like a groan and a cough mixed together, "Is the sex good?"
Kim looked at me, shocked and mumbled, "No sex. Your not a virgin?" she screeched.
Ignoring her question, I answered with my own, "No sex? Why? Let me guess, his mom doesn't like you!"
"Well, I'm waiting until we get married, see." She stuck out her hand and there it was. A platinum promise ring with two hearts. There were crystals surrounding it, they were aquamarine blue.
"KIM!" A deep voice exclaimed next to us. It was a really buff guy that looked at least twenty five.
I stuck out my hand, "Hi, Mr. Kim's Dad. I'm Isabella Swan, nice to meet you."
Said Kim then, started blushing like crazy and she ran up to her dad, screaming, "JARED!" She jumped into his arms and then they started making out. Eww.
"You guys are sick!" I yelled and left with my bags. They didn't even noticed me leave. Eww, she was making out with her dad! That's so nasty! It's illegal, though, isn't it? I'm positive it is.
An image of Annie kissing Phil entered my brain. And one of me kissing my dad did, too.
I need to burn my eyeballs.
"BELLA!"
It was my turn to twist around and I met face-to-face, with my dad's chest. I squealed and dropped my bags, "DADDY!"
He grinned his toothy smile of perfect white teeth at me. "How are you, sweet pea?"
"Absolutely fabulous! I'm a cheerleader at school, Dad! Finally, right?" I beamed, smiling widely.
"Ooh, I have a feeling your going to tell me a long story, why don't we get in the car and on our way home, you tell me everything, alright?" he said, looking kind of scared.
Supposedly, when I tell a story I go overboard on the emotions. It's so not true!
*One Hour Later*
"And then, the football players made fun of me!" I cried, angrily, "But, I broke the quarterback's heart and left him to bleed silently through his tears!" I ended happily.
Dad was just looking at the small blue house in front of us with a mortified expression on his face. "W-We're home. I'll help you with your bags, honey."
"Can you take all of them, please? I really want to explore the neighborhood." I pouted.
He laughed and said, "Of course, Bells. There's a bonfire being held for the return of you and Kimberly Ciel. A ton of your friends from your vacations here are excited to see you," he grinned.
I smiled and called back, "See you later, Dad!"
"Have fun, baby girl!" he called back, seeming to struggle with my suitcases and purse.
If I remember correctly, then my old best friends Collin and Brady must live somewhere around here. "BRADY COLLINS! COLLIN CASTER ! WHERE ARE YOU TWO?" I screamed loudly, hoping they'd hear me.
A pretty, but irritated looking girl came out of one of the houses and she looked pissed off. "SHUT UP, YOU FREAK!"
Flipping her the bird, I yelled back, "GO FUCK YOURSELF BITCH! DO YOU KNOW COLLIN CASTER OF BRADY COLLINS?"
She came up to me, hands on her hips and said, "Yeah. Brady's my boyfriend."
"WHAT?" I asked loudly, feeling so confused. "He got the balls to ask a girl out? Yes! Collin owes me half a hundred bucks!"
"I'm Catherine," she smiled and held her hand out to me.
I shook it and replied, "Isabella. Nice to meet you, so do you know where my two monsters are?"
Catherine laughed, "Monsters, good one!" A pondering look came on her face and she answered back, "I think they're setting up tables and stereos for the bonfire?"
"When's the bonfire? It's for Kimberly right?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Mhm, I'm guessing for you, too!" She giggled, "Do you know what your wearing yet?"
Biting my lip I replied, "I wasn't planning to make an entrance, so I'm probably just going to wear a sundress that I bought before I came here."
"Can I see it?" she asked, clenching her teeth together.
"Uhm, actually I have to get going. My dad wants to have bonding time and yeah. So, sorry, but no. Maybe at the bonfire?" I asked, feeling uneasy.
She made a grunting sound, "Okaay, bye then." And then she left.
I don't know, but I think she doesn't like me. She probably wanted to spill something on my dress by 'accident' and look better than me at my own party-thing.
Sighing, I walked back to the house. My dad and an old man with tanned-slightly wrinkled skin and a long pepper colored braid were standing outside. Well. . . My dad was standing, the other guy was in a wheelchair.
"Isabella Swan! You've grown up so much," the guy greeted, grinning at me.
My memory was not being a good friend right now. I couldn't remember his name! "Erm, hi! How are you? Long time no see, right? It's been forever! Talking to you was so much fun. Uhm, great conversations! I didn't miss your birthday, right? Well, I'll just be going inside now! See you later! Happy early or belated birthday!" I scrambled, scurrying inside the house.
My own father and that stranger started laughing. Their eyes were watery and my dad soon wheezed, "Honey, you've never met Billy! Last time he saw you was when you were born, but that was it! Nice try, though!"
Crap. Yeah, that happens when I don't remember something. I try to play it off as if I do know and it usually works. . . Until it's something that I have no idea about, kind of like right now.
Feeling my cheeks burn, I yelled back the most amazing comeback ever. "SO!" And ran upstairs to get ready. It was 1:37 and the party started at 3:00, so I'm pretty sure I have time to get ready.
I jumped into the shower and used my sweet scented soaps. I didn't wash my hair though. I washed it yesterday before I left and then just had it in a bun, until now.
My legs were smooth after getting waxed before I came here, my armpits, too. Did I get the down-there waxed. . . Yeah, no bikini hair for me! Annie's such a pansy. She started crying. I handled it like a boss.
I nodded my head and then giggled at myself. Don't get all weird now, Isabella, you need friends!
I dressed in my white ruffled dress and put on some beige heeled sandals, but decided against them. I'll wear them to a party on sold ground. I looked for my golden gladiator sandals, which were not heeled and put those on.
A little concealer for my nasty eye-bags, foundation for my uneven cheeks, mascara for my short eyelashes and clear, bright red lipgloss for my dull lips, yeah I'm ready for a party.
Before that, though. . . I left my hair down and gasped. It was all fucked up! My hair was wavy, but it was poofy! Dammit!
Rummaging to my bags, I gracefully, or well attemptedly (my made up word) gracefully, I searched for my mousse and hairspray. When I foun them, I swear you could hear angels singing.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hall-e-e-e-luj-i-i-i-ah!
After smoothing down my wavy and applying just a tiny bit of hairspray. I was ready to go and just in time. The clock read 2:53 p.m.
"BELLA! ARE YOU READY TO GO?" Dad yelled, pounding on the door.
After panic attacking, I took a deep breath and yelled back, "GET IN THE CAR!"
So this is a very long chapter. . . Hahaha, 3,000 word. . . Well almost:D Yay, this looonggg chapter(: I was going to type up the bonfire, but ehh. . . I'm feeling lazy right now -.-
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