Fell For You

Bella Swan Returns

Okay, so if you're wondering I'm not Jacobs direct cousin, I'm his distant cousin, hence my skin colour difference. But other than that, I'm a half quiluette.

My mother is from La Push and my dad is half a quiluette and half a Sipaku-the name of my dads other tribe- somewhere in Alaska. I'm very traditionally orientated, I like the stories and legends and the connection.

Now that I have that settled I'll introduce you to my family members. 

First there's mum, she is a super mum that goes girl out whenever I mention the word date. I think she probably thinks I won't have a boyfriend till I reach the age 50. Parental concerns are very weird.

Then there's my dad, he's . . . well he's quiet, and doesn't speak much but we connect without words. Usually it's my mum that talks on through the entire night at the dinner table, while dad gives the occasional nods and short replies when asked.

And of course there's the wolf in sheeps clothing; Melissa my eight year old sister. With her big doe brown eyes and silky brunette hair, she can be quite manipulative for a kid whose just starting grade one.

Then there's me. My family and I live a three houses away from my cousin Jacob and we visit him every weekend. Jacob and I have a brother-sister relationship that I trust will never break.

I've had a hard time cracking Rachels shell. After I cheered her up after a horrible breakup, she finally agreed to treat me like a good cousin and not an object. She also has a huge crush on Paul Lahote, my sworn enemy. But I try my best to chill when I'm around him when Rachels around.

I am currently seated on the kitchen table. My mum's out for an early jog and dad's frying eggs, bacon toast and egg bread with pancakes.

I pour myself some juice and flop back down on my chair.

"You okay sweatheart?" Dad asks, noticing my pale complexion and dark circled eyes.

I shrug. "Well I've got this killer headache and a bird kept pecking on my window last night." I reply, coldly thinking back to that stupid bird that was disturbing me at 4 o'clock in the freaking morning.

Dad chuckles, and tosses the bacon around, the sizzling sound made a hissing noise in my head that made me cringe. "Well I think the headache is because someone's thinking too much about high school." He said in a sing song tone.

"Dad." I whined and took a big gulp of juice and went back for some water from the jug in the fridge. "You know why it's a huge thing for me, mum and every other female in this family before me rocked high school, and I don't wanna break the tradition."

"It's not a tradition Melody, you don't have to try so hard." He says that, but he doesn't know the half of being me. Of being the descendant of a line of female legends in La Push High. I'd hate to shame the family name by being the only looser female Black. Heck Rachel and Rebecca were the 'it' girls when they were seniors last year.

"Well when I get to High School, it will be way better that yours." I heard a small girly high pitched voice ring in my head before the scraping of a chair. That, ladies and gentlemen, is the obnoxious sound of an eight year old child.

I poured myself water and gulped it down, trying my best to ignore my smaller sister for a minute. It almost felt like someone was hammering at my head in a constant rythem and the sound of her voice added onto it with a rusty high pitched scratch. It was beyond annoying.

I shut the fridge and took the seat across from her.

"Yeah, sure Princess. I'm sure they'll say, 'All hail Princess Melissa for she will smite you down with just her snarl and her demonic-like stare and let's not forget her mature eye rolling EVEN THOUGH SHE'S ONLY 8!'" I said in a sarcastic cold tone.

"Whatever, okay. We'll see who's the real looser when I reach High school." She huffs and picks at her roughly done nails. And she's only eight years old!

I gave her a blank stare and plugged my earpiece into my phone. I played Princess China by Coldplay and enjoyed my breakfast with my favorite type of music, blaring into my ears.

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"What?" I blurt, shocked as an enthusiastic Jacob practically flies around his garage looking for a spare compartment for the car he was giving to his long life crush Bella Swan.

I had just arrived after scowling down my breakfast in the hopes of playing video games with my best cousin, at the rate he's flying around the garage, that won't be happening any time soon.

"You heard me. She's actually back here" he repeats, for the third time. "Yess! Found it!" he yells in triumph after finding whatever it was he was looking for.

"Ooh, nows your chance to confess your undying love for her." I say and wiggle my eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

He stops halfway into the door to place it in and gives me an irritated glance. "I don't still have a crush on her."

He could say whatever he wants to, that int of blush creeping up his russet skin when saying the word 'her' was enough confirmation.

"Yeah. Sure, sure. Whatever help you sleep. I'll be inside with Rachel."

By the time I was outside the garage, I grinned evilly. "And so the teasing game shall begin. Mwahahaha--"

"I can hear you!"

I made my way into the house.

"Melody! What a nice surprise." Uncle Bill smiled warmly.

I kissed his forehead. "I thought I'd stop by and check up on Jacob. He seems pretty excited that Bella's back."

Uncle Bill chuckled. "Young love."

"Totally." There was a rumbling sounds and I blushed. "Yeahh, that's my stomach calling me. I'll be in the kitchen."

I skipped into the kitchen for a snack. There I find Rachel siting on the the stool by the table with dreamy smile on her face, stuck in a trance.

I grin and leaned on the door frame. "I'm guessing this is a boy."

That seemed to wake her from her trance, she turns to me and blushs a deep shade of red. Yep definitely a boy.

"How-"

"I'm a total geek when it comes to reading romance stories on Wattpad. And usually when the girl sighs with a smile and a dreamy look she just found love. And don't tell me it's Paul."

She gave me a sheepish smile and a shrug.  "I'm sorry?"

I fall to my knees over-dramatically and cry out, "Noooooooooooo."

She laughs.  "Chillex Cuteness. I just, well. I know he's what, two years younger than me but when I just looked into his eye's, I felt . . . complete." She whispers the last part out, her eyes glazing over.

I looked at her with a small smile playing at my lips, to witness such love for someone else right in front of me is a gift.

After a while she turns to me with a sheepish smile, "I'm sorry. You probably think that's just corny."

I shook my head and smiled fondly up at my idol. She's everything I hope to be in the future and I'm happy she found true love.

"Nope. It's called love at first sight. Cue dem wedding bells." I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.

She bursts out laughing.

"Gawd you make my life interesting."