Rainy Girl | p. lahote DISCONTINUED

vii. amity and horror

"What are you going to see?" Bella asked around a mouthful of pancake. I shot her a disgusted look at the visible mush. Bella rolled her eyes and motioned for me to answer the question.

"Apparently Amityville Horror." I shrugged in response and continued gathering my own breakfast. Charlie burnt my bacon just the way I liked it. I tore into it and moaned at the satisfying crunch.

"Scary," Bella taunted. I kicked the leg of her chair.

"You and I both know that neither of us is bothered by horror." I gave her a pointed look and pulled my own chair out with a horrible screech. Bella winced but ignored it, all the furniture in this house was old, you couldn't control the noises.

"I'm excited, I feel like I'm finally making friends," I ducked my head in embarrassment. I didn't like being vulnerable, though I knew Bella would never make fun of that kind of thing.

"Daisy-" Bella's voice was soft, she placed down her fork and looked at me pointedly. "I'm so glad you're making new friends, I know this move has been hard and you're the extrovert of the two of us."

I grinned at her and stuffed a huge forkful of pancakes in my mouth to avoid continuing the sincere exchange of feelings. Bella, smiled softly down at her plate and kept eating, she knew the conversation was over.

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Rosalie rolled her hair between her pointer finger and thumb while glaring at the teacher. I glanced nervously at the fuming blonde, worried about what is making her so murderous.

"Hey, Rosalie, are you alright?" I mumbled, so as not to draw the attention of the rest of the class. Her head whipped around to face me and I cringed at the harsh look she still wore. Upon registering my discomfort her face softened.

"Yeah, uh just annoyed at my brother," she rolled her eyes dramatically. I nodded at her in solidarity.

"Edward?" I asked. Rosalie cocked her head and raised a manicured brow at me.

"How'd you know?" she whispered back. I shrugged and nudged her with my shoulder.

"Just a hunch, tell me about it. It's no good to bottle it up," I urged. She pouted for a fraction of a second and then looked as though she was weighing it in her head.

"He has this...friend. They are really bad news for our family and he is being so selfish. He is only thinking of himself and he could ruin everything for us," Rosalie muttered angrily, avoiding my eyes.

I mulled over her admission before placing a hand on her arm, "I understand how frustrating that must be, to feel like he is prioritizing an outside person over his family." She looked at me perplexed again, "But I'm sure he also values your family greatly, and I can't imagine that he would truly put you all in harms way." I glanced nervously at my hands in my lap, worried she would be angry with me for my candor.

Rosalie hummed, "I suppose, you may not be entirely wrong, I will take it under advisement Daisy, thanks." I snapped my head up and grinned at her proudly. "Anyway, what's going on with you?"

I felt my cheeks flush and averted my gaze, "I have a kind-of date tonight," I gushed. Rosalie's eyes seemed to sparkle at the juicy information.

"Oh my god, do tell," she poked me in the ribs, a little harder than I'd expect from a pointer finger alone.

"Well I'm not even sure it's a date, me and my friend Kim are starting at the movie theater next week and we get free movies while we work there so we're going tonight and Kim's boyfriend is coming and so is his friend, who I think I sorta like," I rushed through the explanation, growing more embarrassed by the second.

"That's definitely a date." Rosalie's tone was final, matter-of-fact. I looked at her incredulously, mouth gaping like a fool.

"I don't think it's so clear cut, the guy is really cute and kind to me but he's really reserved." I ran my fingers through my hair nervously, feeling the flutter in my gut that happened every time I thought of Paul.

The rest of the class I couldn't get the look on Paul's face when we first met out of my head. The way his eyes seemed to twinkle and his cheeks went salmon.

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When I pulled up to the theater I checked my texts. Everyone else had already arrived and were waiting in the lobby for me.

My hands quivered and I kept wiping them on my jeans. I still hadn't determined whether Paul saw this as a date or not.

I fumbled around, checking my bag for my money and chapstick, triple checking my light smattering of makeup in the mirror. Any excuse to put off getting out of the truck.

me: here

I sent the message before I could panic any further and dragged myself from Gertie's seat. As I approached the small crowd staring outside of the theater, I recognized two tall guys and Kim's enthusiastic waving. I cracked a small smile and returned the gesture.

The boys were facing Kim, but as their backs turned I felt the breath sucked from my lungs. Paul turned to me with the most piercing gaze, shooting directly into my heart.

I AM DISCONTINUING THIS PIECE.

I GREATLY APPRECIATE THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ IT AND BEEN KIND, I AM JUST NOT INTERESTED IN CONTINUING IT AND HAVE OTHER PROJECTS I WOULD LIKE TO DEDICATE MYSELF TO.

I ALSO DON'T FEEL SUPER COMFORTABLE WORKING ON A UNIVERSE THAT WAS CREATED BY SOMEBODY WHO DID NOT TAKE THE NATIVE PERSPECTIVE INTO ACCOUNT AND HAS ROUTINELY IGNORED THE QUILEUTE MOVE TO HIGHER GROUND INITIATIVE DESPITE PROFITING OFF OF THEIR CULTURE.

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thank you again to those who have enjoyed. if you like my writing and also follow the harry potter fandom I have begun work on a dramione fic (it doesn't dismiss the harm Draco did and is focused on rehabilitation) so consider checking it out.