A/N: I'm not dead yet. Just slowly dying.
This was written a few years back when I was 14/15, and it's utter rubbish. I'll let you guess my current age and think I've improved since then.
Because I didn't really care enough to edit this too much since then and didn't want to leave everything to die when it came to my ye olde Twilight stories, I was flipping through my files when I found this and thought I'd wing it at you to see how you all take it.
The funny thing is, I was actually planning on updating '51 Things Emmett Cullen is Not Allowed to Do' because I had the better half of its third chapter written out and figured that I'd taken along to update it.
And I can't find it.
I did even stare and my computer and go 'Y U NO LOVE ME,' but it didn't really help matters any.
I'll leave my 15-year-old self's note for you as well:
The Pack needs some stories too ya know… I mean, we should all love them too! So, this is a story for the Pack.
GO JACOB, QUIL, EMBRY, uh….PAUL, JARED, SETH, and WHAT'SHISFACE!
The world should love you too, although I have problems liking Leah. Oh yeah, and whatshisface is Sam. :)
Summary:Bella Swan, finally able to spend time with the Pack, obviously got more than she bargained for. Then again, who doesn't love crazy teenage werewolves? Note: Contains random acts of randomness, a bit of sugar, etc. Gotta love the Pack. R&R!
Ever have a day where you just want to sit down and do nothing? Like you just want to sit down, do absolutely nothing, and just will the couch to swallow you whole?
Welcome to my life.
It's actually been pretty boring ever since graduation. Renée burst into tears (although she called them tears of joy) when Edward and I flew down to a rainy Jacksonville to tell her that I was engaged.
Although I'm pretty sure that a blubbery 'Oh god, my little girl!' is better than 'Good god my daughter! She's getting married!'. Even if she burst into hysterics afterward. I had to slap her with a pillow.
Charlie on the other hand…
I guess some things are better left unsaid.
Edward coughed quietly, getting my attention. I looked up him with a small smile, frowning at his worried look.
"Oh Edward," I said, trying not to laugh at expression, and stood to hug him. "It's only for a week. Don't worry."
"But that's why I worry." He said into my hair as I closed my eyes, trying to enough the last hug I'd get for a while. "Seven days is so long…Almost too long…" He was using a tone I like to call his 'dazzling voice', and was currently kissing the top of my head. My eyes shot open then as I pulled away.
"Oh no. No, no, no." I said, shaking my head, backing away a bit. "You're not talking me out of this Edward." The glimmer in his eyes faded.
"No Edward, I hardly see any of them now and after I…after we, well, you know." I trailed off, avoiding his gaze.
"I'm sorry Bella." He said, pulling me into another hug. I sighed. "After all, he is your friend….And if you want to, you should see him." I smiled.
"Thank you," I stood up on tiptoes to give him a quick kiss, smiling the whole time. He turned his head at the last minute to respond, so I ended up kissing his teeth. He pulled back, laughing as I kissed him again.
"Well," I said after a minute of so. "I should probably go…" His eyes widened as I said this, startling me. "Edward?" He stuck his lower lip out, pouting.
"You're gonna leave me with Emmett and the rest of them?" His lip quivered. "But Bewwa…" He whined, trying to make his eyes wider. I laughed.
"Yes Eddie-poo, but you can always call Jake if you need me." He narrowed his eyes as I laughed again.
"That's not fair." He huffed. "What if I don't wanna call that mu- him?" I shrugged.
"Fine, I'll call you every night ok? And if something bad happens, I always have you to pay my bail." I smirked mischievously, turning around to pick up my bag.
"B-bail? Bella, what exactly do you have planned for this week?" I bit the inside of my cheek, figuring that I might as well continue.
"Didn't you know?" I asked, hoisting my bag off the floor. "We were planning…" I stopped talking, making a mushroom cloud with hands. "Ka-boom, Eddie-poo." He blinked, still staring at the invisible cloud before glaring at me.
"You know I hate it when you call me that."
"And you know that I hate it when you call the Pack mutts, so we'll call it even." He gave me a confused look before I shrugged.
"Crazy Bella," He chuckled, pulling me into another hug.
"Isn't that why you love me?"
A few moments passed by silently as I held on to him, enjoying his last hug for the week.
"I probably should go now," I whispered, pulling away and reaching for my bag. He nodded, his expression grim.
"If you need anything-"
"Call your cell, I know. But which do I call? I mean, there's Alice, Carlisle, Jasper, Emmett, Esme, you, Rosalie…And you keep throwing them out. Which one?" He blinked.
"Um, the one I gave you the number for?"
"Which one's number is that? The black one? Or the shiny new blue you just got? There's was that red one…" I trailed off, trying to remember just how many cell phones the Cullen's had.
"I could carry them all around if you wanted me to." He offered, shrugging. Emmett chose this moment to walk by into the kitchen.
"Geek Squad on patrol," He muttered under his breath, shooting a humorous glance at Edward who growled at him.
"Look," I said, turning my attention back to him. "How about this, if anything goes wrong, I'll call Charlie and then tell him to call you. And if he doesn't call you like I ask him to, then I'll walk here."
"Please, you can barely remember where the turn off is." Jasper said as he walked up the stairs, a book in his hands.
"Sure she does, only she remembers it once she drives by it." Alice followed, nearly hopping up the stairs.
"Yeah, but it takes her five minutes to figure that out," Rosalie muttered, glancing in at Edward and I.
"You're not helping at all!" I yelled, crossing my arms over my chest. Edward sighed, wrapping an arm across my shoulders.
"Just ignore them, their little insults mean nothing."
"Geek Squad!" Emmett yelled, adding his own colorful vocab about Edward. Edward growled, lunging up the stairs.
With a sigh, I took this as my queue to leave, saying good-bye to Alice as she skipped back into the room before I pulled the front door open to walk to my truck.
Originally I expected to spend a fairly uneventful week with the Pack, but as I pushed my truck further over the border line and closer to Jacob's small house, I knew things weren't going to go as planned.
My first clue was the fact that no one answered the front door.
"Maybe they went out for a walk?" I said to myself, although in the back of my mind I thought that they had probably forgotten about my visit.
"IY-YAH!" Someone screamed a few yards away, startling me. I turned on my heel, surprised to see the whole Pack standing before me, messing around.
When Paul saw me, I saw anger flash through his eyes, and that anger was immediately replaced with something else.
He hunched over, gasping for air and clutching his throat. It took the rest of us a few seconds to realize what was happening.
He was choking.
"Paul!" I yelled, making my way over the hunched figure and the Pack. Embry, seeing that his friend was choking, soon yelled, making a fist.
"Man down! CPR stat!" And with that, he punched Paul in the gut, making him spit out the piece of beef jerky he had been choking on.
Of course, since being a werewolf makes Paul quite a bit taller than me, the piece of jerky had to fly out in my direction.
And it hit me square in the face.
I flinched as it hit me, soon hearing Embry, Jared, and Quil making fun of Paul, as Jake walked over to me.
"Hey Bells," He said smiling, wrapping me in a warm hug.
"Hey Jake, what's up?" I asked, smiling back at him. Quil snickered.
"Jake and Bella, sittin' in a tree K-I-S- OOFF!" He grabbed his stomach, falling to the ground as Jake brought his fist back. The rest of the Pack made a few catcalls and other remarks, and soon they were laughing again, rough housing. I sighed.
This was going to be a long week.
A/N: And there's Sunday for you. At least part of it anyways. This is also just the beginning, which was why it was kind of slow and not overly funny. But I can guarantee a few laughs out of you once we get underway.
Reviews are nice, and always welcomed. –hint hint nudge nudge-
The above was 15-year-old-self's note as well.
She's kinda a moron. (:
I might work on this a bit from time-to-time if only to have some sort of reason to update this thing.
So, with that, I'll leave you with the above and go look for '51 Things' because it's going to start bugging me sooner or later.
I'm also writing Left 4 Dead (2) and Star Wars fanfiction, if any of you are interested. PM me if you care?