Hey everyone! So, this is my fist fic and I really hope you enjoy it. I plan on making it multi-chapter. It' s pretty much about teenage Sawyer's life. I am open to any suggestions for improving my story. My updating might be very slow because I am still in school and performing in the state series for Speech and have practices. Without further ado, I present: Sawyer Scott.
As soon as I stepped off the plane I saw them. I hugged my bag closer and quickly jogged to the people I loved so much. I finally reached them and flung my arms around the older blonde's neck, almost knocking him over. He caught himself and pulled me closer. He chuckled, "Geez Sawyer! Knock me over!" James Lucas Scott. My oldest cousin, the mix of both his father and mine. I slapped him on the chest and turned to my next cousin.
Samantha Jane Scott. She was 15 and as tall as Uncle Nathan. I threw my arms around her squealing, "Sammy!" We laughed as we pulled away and saw tears in each other's eyes. I pushed her long brown hair out of her face and pulled her close again and quickly kissed her cheek. Then it was his turn.
Joel Royal Scott, 8 year old wonder. "Sawyer!" he screamed happily as I picked him up and held him tight. I couldn't admit it to anyone, but I missed him the most. He was the spitting image on Nathan: dark, raven colored hair and the Scott blue eyes which we all shared.
Sara Penelope Scott. She was 4 years old and extremely shy, but she knew who I was. She jumped into my arms giggling. Sara smiled brightly as she showed me the necklace I had sent her from France. My response was a quick kiss to her forehead. Then I heard the clearing of a throat.
"Why am I not feeling the love?" I laughed and turned to my beloved Uncle Nathan. He opened his arms, inviting me to hug him. I leaned into him and said, "Is this enough love for ya?"
"Yeah, get out of here!" Nathan ruffled my hair. Aunt Haley sighed sarcastically and pulled me into her embrace.
"Fine, don't acknowledge me and Peyton!" My father's voice rang out. Joel smiled, looked quickly at my dad, then flung himself into my mother's arms. "Aunt Peyton! I missed you! I missed you soooooo much!!!"
Dad scoffed and clapped Nathan on the shoulder. He nodded his head slowly and said, "I missed you little brother." In return, Nathan started to tear up. I fought an internal battle to not let out a simplistic "Aww!", but I let it slip.
Mom locked eyes with me, and I knew she was thinking the same thing. Joel broke the brief silence by stating, "Let's leave! It smells weird in here and the color of the floor is horrid!"
The car ride to Clothes over Bros was a long one because of 3 Scott men. "Dude! Did you see me in that last game?!"
"Oh please! When I was in college, I did soooo much better!"
"That isn't funny Lucas! I am not like our father!"
"Could've fooled me!"
"You should be a lot nicer to me!"
"You know Dad, Uncle Lucas is right. You did just sound a lot like Grandpa."
"You have a smart kid Nate. You're lucky he takes after Haley and me.
"Why are you being so mean to me?!"
"Boys! Calm down!" Sara's small voice said, sounding angry and confused. Dad, Nathan and Jamie sunk down in their seats. I set my head on Sam's shoulder trying to hold in the laughter that threatened to spill out. It was good to be home.
We arrived at COB 45 minutes later. Aunt Haley pulled into a parking space and we all let out happy sighs. The torture was over at last. Joel ripped off his seat belt, climbed over Sam and me, opened the van door quickly, and made his way to the 14 year old figure standing on the sidewalk.
Sunnie Avery Quinn Davis-Baker. She had been adopted at age 5 by Brooke and Julian before they were married. She was as unique as her name. Her shaggy dark brown hair went just past her shoulder and her emerald green eyes were bright with excitement. Sam and Sara climbed out of the van with the reward of a small wave from Sunnie. She was waiting for me.
I said a small prayer and cautiously stepped out and gracefully ventured my way down the sidewalk. The second I was 7 feet away from her she jumped on me. Everything went black for a while.
The world was dark around me until I heard voices around me. "Nice job Sunnie!"
"Shut up Jamie! It wasn't my fault!"
"Wasn't your fault?! You jumped her and made her hit her head on the sidewalk!"
"It was her fault! Look at her shoes! She tripped on them!"
I made a quick mental note to never wear heels around Sunnie again. Aunt Brooke always told me that I had inherited her fashion sense. If this was true, I was very upset with my genes. I opened my eyes slowly and instantly regretted it. Sunnie immediately pulled me up and screamed, "She's alive!!!" My head was spinning furiously as I was pulled into the store and set carefully on one of the couches.
There were 12 bodies anxiously waiting for any kind of sound to emerge from me. 'Ow." I whispered, and Sunnie broke out into fits of laughter. Mom sighed in relief, Dad rubbed the back of his head and squinted, Haley cried, Brooke pulled out her checkbook, Nathan held and ice pack to my head, and Julian stood in the corner banging his head on the wall. I stood up only to be crushed in a hug from my mother, Haley, and Brooke.
Things quieted down and relief was turned into quiet conversations about everyone's lives. Skills walked in through the glass doors and sat down next to me. "Oh snap! Shortie Scott's back!"
"I'm short Uncle Skills," Sara stated with a 'duh' look on her face. Skills chuckled and responded, "Yeah, but you ain't done growin' yet." I slumped down in my seat, cleared my throat, and said: "If I recall correctly Antwon, you are only about 3-5 inches taller than moi. Therefore, you too, are short." Skills glared and mumbled under his breath, "Damn Sawyer genes." I flashed my Scott smirk at him and laughed.
2 hours passed by as we talked with everyone and shared more stories. I glanced at the clock and stood up quickly, grabbing my purse in the process. Mom gave me a knowing smile. I was going to go see my best friend. I continued out of the store with one destination in mind.
I arrived 15 minutes later at an old Victorian style house. I climbed the stairs to the porch and reached the front door, my smile never fading. My hand gently pushed the doorbell and the sound of frantic running filled my ears. The door was practically ripped from the hinges until she saw my entire form.
Lyric Marie Finnegan. My best friend of 11 years pulled me into a hug and screamed, "Bitch! You're finally here!" I couldn't help but laugh at her as we made our way back to COB. As soon as I opened the door and took in the scene, I laughed inwardly. Jamie and Sara were sitting one couch fighting, while my parents sat on the other with Sunnie having a discussion about music. Nathan was talking on the phone to Clay, as Haley and Skills threw candy wrappers at Julian, while Brooke sat on the counter with Joel painting her toenails. It was a very happy, loving scene.
It was good to be home.