Different // Twilight [1]

{9} - You're not like Big Swan huh?

*No-one's P.O.V*

"You're not like Big Swan huh?" Rosalie smiled as she tried not to grimace at the M&M's she was eating, because she knew she'd throw them up later.

"How come she's Big Swan? I'm big," Arielle grinned as she popped two M&M's in her mouth and chewed happily.

"No you're not," Alice laughed as she pretended to put popcorn in her mouth, just putting it behind her.

"Do you not like popcorn or something? Don't eat it if you don't want to. Silly Alice," Arielle teased as she watched Alice grin.

"Silly me," Alice giggled stretching her legs.

"I have to meet Jacob, Quil and Embry. We need to have another sleepover again sometime," Arielle smiled as she stood brushing her white jeans down.

"Have fun," Rosalie grinned.

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"Small child, hello," Embry grinned pulling Arielle into a side hug before pushing her into Jake.

"Dick," Arielle mumbled with a smirk as she hugged Jake.

Arielle handed Jacob the tools while Embry and Quil questioned her knowledge on cars. She shrugged, before handing him a wrench and continuing her story on how she learnt how to ride a bike. She learnt with Jake and her Dad, and could even recall the shirt she wore, which was a bright yellow one with white writing that said 'LITTLE RASCAL' on it. Jacob had a matching blue one and Jake had longed for one in his size.

"Clothes shops are size-ist I'm telling you!" Jacob ranted as he plopped on the floor.

"I agree! I can't find a single top exactly the same as the small one we had as kids! It's ridiculous!" She exclaimed flinging her hands in the air.

"You can probably still fit in it," Jacob ducked from her playful swing and grabbed a oil rag to throw at Embry, who used the girl as a meat shield.

Her jaw dropped as it left a black trail down her face and clothes. She picked up the rag, before turning with a grin to Embry. It soon turned into a rag fight, and it was Jacob and Arielle versus Quil and Embry.

Her jeans were painted back as she walked into her house.

"Bella's playing baseball with Edward. We can watch a film if you'd like," Charlie asked his youngest daughter, who nodded eagerly and ran to change.

Arielle loved her time with Charlie and would happily chose him over her mother. Her mother was the root of her anxiety, and Charlie was the root of her happiness. To her, there was np choice about it, as it was always going to be the one answer.

Arielle grinned as she dived on the sofa while Charlie hit play.
Her legs rested on his lap, as she hugged a pillow and snuggled up to keep warm.

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A/N

Sorry for such a short chapter, but I have drafted the next chapters and just wanted to get straight to the point because Book Two is gonna be good (I hope)

-author