Romeo and Juliet
My name is Quil Ateara, and up untill recently there were three things I was sure about. First, I thought I was best friends with Jacob Black, and Embry Call. Second, I was sure I was human. And third, I believed that there was no real existance of mythical creatures. How could I have been so wrong? Once Jacob and Embry join the pack, Quil is left alone and confused. When he stumbles upon a lone vampire, he doesn't realize at first what she is, or what he is to become. And when their friendship becomes closer, the pack threatens to tare it apart. Chapter 22 now up!
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I just looked at Embry with a dumbfounded expression plastered on my face. He looked just as confused as to why I wasn’t particularly jumping with pure excitement. I guess that could be expected as normally I would be totally syked about him getting me a date but now I felt as though I would be betraying someone; Terra and also myself. To be honest with myself I didn’t want to go on a date with anyone unless that someone were Terra but that was more of a fantasy then an actual possibility. “Are you alright man, I mean you should be glad I got someone to agree to this.” his joke just hung there between us after his short attempt at making me laugh.
Clearing my head I wasn’t sure of what I was about to do. “Yeah, I’m just a little tired that’s all.” he shrugged and continued to lead me through the neat rows of houses. My feet moved forward but my heart said to run the other way, to find the one person I really wanted to be with not some bogus girl Embry had met but had been rejected by himself. Pull yourself together Quil, your just her friend , nothing more, the words cut me inside but I knew they were true which was my main motive for seeing who old matchmaker Embry had picked out for me.
He walked up to one of the house at the far end from the front of the neighborhood. The numbers next to the door said 4528, were there really that many houses, I though sidetracking myself from the coming event. Lifting a russet finger to the doorbell Embry applied a light pressure to the button. The bell played a typical tune before someone opened the large oak door. At the foot of the door stood a girl about 5’3 with long blonde hair that went to about midway down her back, small blue-gray eyes on a round heart-shaped face. In a word she was pretty, but familiar pretty; nothing special but good looking enough for eyes to follow her as she passed by someone. “Hi Embry,” her voice was between a soprano and an alto but had a nice ring to it. Embry stepped forward to hug her quickly and then backed away. “This must be your friend Quil you were telling me about.”
“Yes, Quil this Sara, Sara-Quil.” he said while motioning with his hand to each of us.
“Nice to finally meet you,” she stretched out her hand and with a firm grip she shook mine, “Embry has told me so much about you. He said that we would be perfect for each other so I just had to meet you myself.” I just smiled but mostly for her benefit not so much that I was interested in her. “Would you like to come in?” she said as the silence had grown long.
“Yeah, sure.” I didn’t want to sound rude but I didn’t want her to get any ideas either. She led us to the kitchen that was left of the front door. It was a primarily large room with marble counters lining the right side along with a steel stove, oven, and fridge. A crescent island was about 3ft to the left of it and in the back of the room was a large glass table. In other words it was the exact opposite of my plain kitchen but a chef customized cooking chapel. “Wow, this is a nice kitchen.” she sat down on a barstool by the island, swiveling back and forth a little.
“Yeah, my dads a professional chef down at Port Angeles, he even owns his own restaurant.”
“What’s it called, I might have been there?” I doubted it though for I rarely went out of La Push let alone go all the way to Port Angeles.
“La Bella Italia, he’s 100% Italian and cooking sort of runs in the family.”
“So you’re Italian?” it was more of a statement but I was bad at making small talk.
“Only half, my moms Indian, that’s why she wanted to live here instead of in the city.” her tone was a little sad.
“And you don’t like it here?” I had noticed that Embry escaped into the other room which was a TV room so we could be alone which I wasn’t sure if I liked that or not.
“No, it’s nice. I just don’t enjoy driving over an hour just to get to a department store.” it then became clear I was dealing with a typical, high maintenance girl and I would not be her new slave of a boyfriend. “So, what about you?”
“I don’t know, what do you want to know.”
“What are your hobbies?” she leaned closer to me over the island but I didn’t reciprocate the movement.
“I like hiking, camping, fishing, pretty much anything outdoors.”
“I like going outside. I just hate those icky little bugs that everywhere.”
“They’re not that bad if you just ignore them.”
“Ugh,” she shuddered, “I don’t even want to go near them.” she turned her eyes to the pink diamond encrusted watch on her wrist. “oh my gosh, I have a great idea. Today some of my friends are getting together down at first beach for a little while, maybe we could go together.” I was definitely considering saying no and slamming the door on my way out.
“Sure, why not.” but of course I was to much of a pushover to say no and besides it was only one date, what could be so bad about that.
- Talk with the Girl
- Thoughts About an Angle
- Learning About Terra
- Run in at the Newton's
- The Truth Behind Those Purple Eyes
- The Color of my Eyes
- Do I Stay or Do I Go
- Least Expected Change
- Phone Call
- Listening to her Dead Heart
- Dreams and Nightmares
- Scheme's of Sorts
- Hearts Will Break
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