SCINTILLA

CHAPTER 3

Aside from nothing happening Friday besides Lauren driving me home after school. It was a pretty alright day.

If anything Lauren was the highlight of my day. I'm usually spending time by myself at home until Dianne comes home.

"So what? Mom and dad left or?" I asked before settling down next to Lauren in front of the living room television.

"Dad's on a business trip, you dickwad." I rolled my eyes but grinned when she laughed. "My mom's home, but she's honestly just too busy with her own thing."

"Ah, well Dianne's the same most of the time so honestly bless for this company." She laughed before pressing play on the movie we'd be watching tonight.

I couldn't help but smile a bit when I'd finally realized what movie it was. She's such a dork. Glancing over at Lauren I could see she was hugging a couch pillow while having her legs crossed. Her attention was honestly just centered on the movie, but from the small tug at the corners on her lips, I knew she wanted to smile.

She was always so weird about that. Never wanting to smile unless she couldn't really help it. It's honestly why she came off as such a bitch most of the time... that and she was definitely a bitch sometimes. But she knew that.

Once upon a time, in a faraway kingdom, lived a beautiful little girl and her widowed father.

Friday night and the two-day weekend had really blown through. Although I spent most of the days in Lauren's company I couldn't help, but miss her a bit. She'd gone home after spending some time with me after school.

I faintly gave attention to the cruiser pulling into the Swan's residence. Continuing to dip my index finger into the paint and gently drag my finger across the canvas.

Dianne was home, but she was still working so really I was left to my own devices and since I don't ever really do much on my own time. I thought why not paint—

"Afternoon Vanessa!" I blinked and let a small smile form on my lips as I looked over to Chief Swan. I nodded my head and waited till he waved me off before letting my gaze fall on his daughter, Isabella Swan.

Judging from her awkward stance I could accurately assume she'd be eaten alive tomorrow. I gave her a soft smile and a nod hello as her eyes landed on me.

I turned my attention back to my painting while also glancing over every so often to see the Chief grabbing Isabella's luggage. I'm sure that while Chief Swan showed Isabella around and to her room, he'd most likely mentioned that it was me who helped set up what I could for her.

It seems that I was so wrapped up in my painting that I had failed to acknowledge that the Swan's had visitors. Just as I was about to dip my ring finger into the white I was startled by Chief Swan and a man in a wheelchair play fighting in the street.

I sighed looking away from them to see that I'd spilled some paint, and it was mixing into the tart I'd placed down. Thank god for that. Dianne would kill me if I ruined the porch.

"Vee, you think we should go welcome the Chief's daughter?" Side glancing my aunt I simply snorted.

"Oh, please, you just want to go flirt with the man." She whacked me with a small kitchen towel but failed to conceal her smile and flushed cheeks.