"Childhood is the world of miracle or of magic:
it is as if creation rose luminously out of the night,
all new and fresh and astonishing.
Childhood is over the moment things are no longer astonishing.
When the world gives you a feeling of "déjà vu,"
when you are used to existence, you become an adult."
EUGENE IONESCO, Present Past / Past Present
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep
Dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
And the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on
It gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly
Every tear, a waterfall
In the night, the stormy night
She closed her eyes
In the night, the stormy night
Away she'd fly.
And dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh
She dreamed of para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.
La la la La
La la la
So lying underneath those stormy skies.
She said oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.
I know the sun must set to rise.
This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
This could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.
This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.
This could be para- para- paradise
Para- para- paradise
Could be para- para- paradise
Whoa-oh-oh oh-oooh oh-oh-oh.
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo
Oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo, oo-oo-oo
~Paradise~
Coldplay
"Charlie told me about the dream."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I crossed my legs. "I don't want to talk about it, Jake."
"But-"
I sighed, biting my lip as I looked over to Jacob as we sat on his creaking bed. "Jake," I murmured, pushing him down on the bed and I straddled him, biting my lip. "Don't you want to do something else rather than talk about my dream?"
I looked down at him, mustering up the most seductive look I could allow my facial features to conjure up yet I'm pretty sure I looked like I was squinting at something. He smiled, brushing some hair out of my face before gently pushing me off of him - rejection flooding through me as I looked away from him, running a hand through my hair.
"Tell me about your dream," he whispered, his lips at my neck and I shook my head as I looked to him.
"I said no, Jake. Why can't you just drop it?" I harshly sneered and he flinched, dejected - the cheeky grin wiped from his face, replaced with a frown.
He shrugged, and I sighed - cupping his cheek as I pressed my lips to his lightly. "I'm sorry - I didn't mean it to come out like that."
He smiled lightly as he pulled me to him, making me giggle lightly as his hot hands tickled my ribs, pulling me in to his lap as his warm lips rested at my ear. "I shouldn't have pushed you,"
I smiled. "That's alright, Jake. I guess the fact that you have a twelve pack makes up for it."
He smirked, pressing his lips gently to my temple and he smiled. "Do you want to go down to the beach?"
"Hmmm," I deliberated, kneeling on the creaking mattress and I cocked my eyebrow as I looked out the window. "Considering it's raining, I'll have to think about whether or not I want to sit out in the rain and get drenched or sit in the warm house. I just can't decide."
He shoved me and I laughed evilly at my sarcasm, smiling as Jake leant over m, both of his arms on either side of me, keeping me trapped and I looked up at him - our lips mere inches apart. "I swear if you burp, I will shove that lamp up your perfectly sculpted ass."
"Perfectly sculpted, huh?" He asked, arching a brow questionably. "Is that the best you can come up with?"
Does he seriously want to talk ass's with you?
I believe so.
Oh, this relationship is getting serious.
"Are you seriously asking me to compliment your ass?"
He nodded, smirking evilly. "Yep. Do you best."
"Okay, well, it's, urgh-"
How do you compliment an ass?
Say its not ... saggy?
"-not saggy?" I asked, biting my lip and he bellowingly laughed - dipping down to kiss me.
Lips just about to touch mine, the door bounded open and I yelped as Jacob yelped - shooting up while I landed on the wooden floor, next to some discarded underwear and a half eaten, mouldy apple.
How I loved Jacobs house.
"ANNA!"
I felt, whom I'm assuming were Jakes hands, pulling e up off the floor and I narrowed my eyes at who was standing at the doorway - eyes wide to catch us in such a revealing position.
Quil and Claire.
"COVER YOUR EYES CLAIRE-BEAR!"
Claire had her hands over her eyes and I gaped as Quil let Claire out of his arms, and she ran off - giggling and I grabbed what I could get my hands on first (which happened to be the most disgusting apple I had ever seen in my life. Well, apart from the one that Ryan Miller bit into and found a family of maggots in - that was the most disgusting apple I had ever seen in my life.) and I threw it at his surprised face, my eyes narrowed.
He dodged it, of course.
"Quilluem! Get here you little shit!" I screamed as I left Jacob in his room, running after the retreating Quil.
Quilluem? That doesn't even make sense?
Be quiet!
"NO!"
I laughed as I chased him throughout the house, and out onto the porch and into the rain. "HURRY UP AND FACE THE WRATH OF I!"
He turned back, his eyes narrowed. "The wrath of I? That doesn't make sense!"
"Neither does your name, idiot - who calls their child Quil!" I said, and Quil shrugged - throwing his muscled arm around my shoulders and I smacked his chest. "You really need to knock, Quil. You've probably traumatised that poor girl for life."
Quil's eyes widened. "You don't think I have, do you? What happens if she's scared of men, and commitment and and she won't ever be happy-"
"I was joking, Quil." I said, looking at him - slightly concerned. "You know, your attachment to Claire is weird,"
Really, really weird.
Maybe he's a child inside.
I felt someone at my leg and I felt my chest contract as I saw Claire, her small head of raven hair rubbing up against my dark wash jeans and I lifted her up - resting her on my hip and she circled her arms around my neck, leaning her head against the crook of my neck.
Quil looked on, his eyes narrowed in what I can only assume was annoyance yet I couldn't help but shake the feeling that he was jealous, of the close proximity and affection Claire showered on me, and not him.
Really, really weird.
And not to mention unhealthy.
"Claire, you want to go back to Aunt Em's place?" Quil said, smiling as he reached out for her and she shook her head.
"No-ope!" She said, shaking her head as her hands tightened around my neck. "You can go, Quilly. I want to stay with An-na."
I cocked my head to the side, smiling. "Ahh, see that Quilly? She wants to stay with me."
He narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure you don't want to come, Claire-Bear? Em has brownies."
She shook her head. "No-ope!"
I smiled, laughing as I wiped a stray strand of raven hair from her face. "See, Quilly, Claire and I are just fine."
Quil huffed. "JACOB! COME CONTROL YOUR GIRLFRIEND!"
"I'M BUSY!"
"SO AM I!" Quil replied, shouting, and I sighed - setting Claire down. "I HAVE TO GET CLAIRE BACK TO EMILY'S BUT SHE WON'T COME!"
I rolled my eyes, going to put the TV on and I ran a hand through my hair. "Claire-Bear, you want to watch some cartoons."
She nodded, looking up at me. "I want my crayuns!"
"Crayons," I corrected, sitting down on the couch as I pulled her hair into my hands - intertwining the black strands and starting to braid her hair. "Are they at Aunt Ems?"
She nodded. "They're in my bed-a-room. I'm staying with Aunty Em."
I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"
"Ya-ha. I'm staying with Aunty Em for the week cause my sister Mel broke her arm and they're in the big city - the one with the needle."
My eyebrows furrowed.
Needle?
What kind of city was Claire talking about!
A dangerous one, obviously.
"JACOB!"
I looked back at the annoyance filled, steroid infused organism that is Quil Ateara, narrowing my eyes. "Will you shut the F-U-C-K up!"
Now they had you spelling.
Next, you'll be changing diapers and buying pacifiers.
Claire barely noticed, her eyes glued to the purple dinosaur that was entertaining her with stupid songs about the alphabet and a tree house.
These TV shows are just so stupid.
How do they watch it?
How were you ever a child?
I think I skipped that phase.
Your abnormal.
I prefer the term unique.
And I'd prefer to be someone else's conscience.
We can't always get what we want.
Quil's eyes widened. "Don't S-W-E-A-R around Claire! She could absorb it!"
"What have you been reading, S-H-I-T for brains?" I asked, tying Claire's hair back with a hair tie. "What to expect when your expecting?"
Immediately, a red blush as crimson as the blood that was causing it, graced his copper skin and I couldn't help but laugh at his misfortune - clutching at my chest as I couldn't control the infectious laughs that poured from me.
You've been laughing for about, well, five minutes - going to stop anytime soon.
I'm trying.
Believe me.
Biting the inside of my mouth, I tried, believed me - I tried to stop laughing. Yet after five failed attempts, I just let myself laugh.
You have a horrible laugh.
You should really stop.
You could be a pig with all that snorting.
And you could be a tumour - you don't hear me complaining.
"I love it when you laugh."
I looked up, grinning giddily as I giggled and Jake pressed his lips gently to mine - he tasted of mint. And oddly enough, potatoes.
Don't even ask.
My eyebrows furrowed. "Brush your teeth?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
I smirked. "You spend more time in the bathroom than I do, Tarzan. It's not healthy."
He smiled, pressing his lips against mine again. "Neither is your obsession with conspiracy theories. It really is worry."
I narrowed my eyes, pointing at him as he went to the fridge. "You know the government covered up the assassination of JFK! And the moon landing - FAKE!"
I could practically hear Jake rolling his eyes and I looked back to Claire - jumping off the couch. "You know it was fake, Jake! You know it!"
Quil nudged Jake. "God, Jake, you got a nutter."
"When I dominate the world, and the Government releases the documents - you'll be sorry Quilly!"
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Anna-bo-banna." He went over to the couch, plumping (is that a word?) his ass down on Jakes couch, tickling Claire and her giggles could be heard from the kitchen.
"Hungry?" I asked, jumping up on the bench and Jake stood in between my legs - nodding as he reached up, lips inches from mine, before getting the bread from the shelf - smiling evilly as he moved away from me.
He nodded. "Yep." He looked at me indiscreetly showing his fear. "You weren't, urgh, offering to cook - were you?"
I shook my head. "I can if you wan-"
"No."
I raised my eyebrows in surprise.
No.
No?
No!
"I thought you liked my cooking?" I said, dejected and I heard a large scoff from the living room. "SHUT THE F-U-C-K UP, QUILLY!"
Jacob squirmed.
You really are evil.
Making him squirm.
You know he hates your devil like cooking.
"Of course I, you know I, Anna, you know I love your - well, I-"
I bit my lip, smiling and I smacked his cheek - shaking my head. "You handled that challenge well, my son."
Why are you talking like Gandalf?
I don't know - seemed appropriate.
Actually, it was more of a kind of Darth Vader impression.
Guess I kind of failed at that.
I felt Jacobs warm arms around me and I leant back into his chest, smiling as I turned around. "Want to go raid Emily's fridge?"
Jacob looked to me, as if he was about to cry, before he gave me a chaste kiss. "You know me so well."
I grabbed my oversized parka, slipping into my boots and I went over to Quil and Claire - whom were playing I spy. "Children, we are going to Emily's house. Hurry now, we mustn't dordle."
I heard Quil laugh and Claire jumped from the couch - indicating with her hands that she wanted to sit on Quil's shoulders.
Emily's and Sam's, or Sam's and Emily's (I don't exactly know which order they'd rather be though of) quaint abode was a tiny house, that I could tell had once been painted a haunting gray. There was only one narrow window beside the weathered blue door, but the window box under it was filled with bright orange and yellow marigolds, giving the whole place a cheerful look - replacing the depressing stature of the repainted house.
Quil raced into the house, with Claire on his shoulders - controlling where he moved with hr tiny, chubby hands and he came to a dramatic stop, pulling her off of his shoulders, bellowing out Emily's name, as if she couldn't have possibly heard him come thundering through the house - almost shaking it.
Emily, dressed in an oversized chequered shirt - which I'm assuming is Sam's - and some ripped jeans while her raven hair was pulled back, not framing her scarred face but exposing it - in almost a sign of confidence.
She smiled warmly, the smile itself beckoning me to come forward and hug her, her happiness exuded that much. She wrapped her arms around her young niece, giggling as she pulled her up - resting Claire on her hips.
It almost seemed like Claire belonged there.
"Hey guys," Emily said, smiling as she looked over her shoulder as she heard a violent crash - her scarred features distorting in annoyance. "EMBRY CALL AND JARED CAMERON - WILL YOU STOP WRESTLING! AND STOP - OH, SETH, STOP VIDEO TAPING THIS!"
I smiled, chuckling as Emily hurried into the living room and Quil and Jacob headed to the mountain of chocolate chip muffins and I rolled my eyes, looking at Claire who was sifting through a pile of papers and I smirked.
This was where I was meant to be.
I was home.
Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, I looked to Jacob who was inhaling the muffins and I went outside - closing the door and I walked down the dirt drive slightly before looking at the unknown ID, my eyebrows furrowing as I flipped my phone open.
"Hello?" I asked, my eyes narrowing as I prepared myself to be hurled into the abyss.
"Anna. It's Bella."
Here is another chapter for you all!
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