User blog:BlondieEllie/Chapter 2 of my Twilight Sequel

WARNING: ''This is a work on Fanfiction, created for entertainment purposes only. I mean no disrespect to Stephenie Meyer, and wrote this sequel to the Twilight Saga purely for fun. Please read the preface and Chapter 1 before reading this chapter. Leave constructive criticism and advice and enjoy!''

2. SUNSET

My first few days living in La Push were uneventful and tedious, mostly spent unpacking what seemed like millions of carboard boxes and finding places to put all my junk. My vanity and the shelf above my bed were rapidly groaning under the weight of sixteen years' worth of crap, and I just about managed to stuff all my clothes in the closet. Billy dropped round every day and was frustrated that he couldn't be of any help, but I only saw Jacob for five minutes a couple of days after we moved in, when I ran into him outside the store.

"Where are you off to?" I asked after the customary 'hellos' and 'how are yous'.

"I'm off to see some friends in Forks," he answered, seeming a little preoccupied. "Sorry, but I'm already late, d'you mind if I run?"

"Oh, no problem, sorry for holding you up. See you Saturday?"

"Sure, looking forward to it. Oh, and Quil and Embry can't wait to meet you."

"Well, I hope they won't be disappointed. See you, Jacob."

"See ya!" he called, already rushing to his car.

The much-awaited Saturday finally arrived after four interminable days of unpacking, and Mom practically had to sedate me at breakfast as I was bouncing with excitement.

My car's coming, my car's coming!" I squealed, skipping around the kitchen like a kid.

"Evie, calm down, you're making me nervous! Can you go to the store and pick up some milk?"

"Mo-om, I went to the store two days ago! I'll miss my car!"

"Evie, your car's not going to vanish if you're not here, and we really need some milk! I'd go but I've got to put the living room bookshelf together and that'll take me most of the morning."

"Fine," I pouted. "But if I've mmissed my car..."

The sun made its appearance for the first time since I'd moved to La Push, so I put on a pair of cropped jeans and a pink T-shirt to try and tan a little. Honestly, it was the 20th of July and it had been raining all week! Feeling something close to cheerfulness, I walked down to the store with my wallet in my back pocket, humming tunelessly and looking forward to getting my car back.

The Lonesome Creek Store was busy, all the tourists renting cabins at the Oceanside Resort buying ice creams and groceries. I grabbed two cartons of milk and a jumbo pack of burgers for the barbecue later, and joined the queue behind a tall, slender Quileute boy with cropped black hair.

The queue dragged on forever, some tourist mom with a broad Southern accent holding everyone up as she tried to keep her screaming kids under control and count of change from her wallet at the same time. The boy turned around and rolled his eyes at me.

"Jeez, this is taking forever," he complained.

"Tell me about it," I agreed. "I only came in here for some milk."

He glanced from the basket of groceries he was carrying to my measly load.

"You can cut in front of me if you like, seeing as you don't have much."

"Really?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Thank you so, so much," I said gratefully, dodging in front of him. Once I'd payed up I mouthed another 'thank you' to the boy then ran out of the store and all the way home. By the time I got there I was totally out of breath, and to my delight there was my baby parked in the driveway, gleaming in the weak sunshine.

My red 1974 Gran Torino with a white racing stripe was my most prized possession. Dad had bought it from a friend of his who delt in classic cars to try and make up for abandoning Mom and I, and I had cherished the car from the moment I got it, though refused to even call my father to thank him.

Mom was waiting on the doorstep and smiling, my car keys in her hand. She tossed the keys to me and I caught them easily, nearly dropping the milk.

"It arrived on time and without a scratch on it. You just missed the driver, he took off back to Olympia in the company van. Happy now?"

"Mom, I've never been so happy! I got my car back, I got my car back!"

She laughed and took the milk and burgers from me, disappearing into the house. I circled the car, checking every shining inch for scratches and finding none.

"Evie, don't even think of going out for a ride, we still have unpacking to do!" Mom's voice floated out of the open front door. "You can drive us to Billy's but I need help right now so no disappearing off, okay?"

"Mo-om, no fair! I just got my baby back!"

She stuck her head out of the house, glaring.

"Life isn't fair young lady, so get inside now!"

Grumbling, I did as I was told and went to my room, which looked radically different to when we had first moved in. The shelf above my bed was covered with books and souvenirs, I had pinned a Philadelphia Eagles scarf to the closet door, and a big framed photo of Mom and I, taken at Niagra Falls last year, sat on my bedside cabinet. There were only a couple of boxes to unpack, stationary and beauty products which I emptied into the drawers of my vanity.

After lunch, I helped Mom re-arrange the furniture in the living room. We spent a couple of hours hauling the cream leather sofa and chairs around until they were just right for her Ladyship, then another half-hour repositioning the glass coffee table. I was responsible for unpacking all the CDs and DVDs while Mom wired up the TV and put together the communal desk which we would both use for work.

At five-thirty, I hopped in the shower in the small, pale blue bathroom and quickly shampooed my hair. When I was done I wrapped myself in a big, fluffly white towel and blow-dried my hair, then changed into my cropped jeans, a lacy white camisole and white high-tops. By the time I had finished my grooming session, Mom was waiting for me in the living room, as sleek and put-together as always in a gray cashmere sweater and fitted black pants, holding a paper bag with the food in.

"You look beautiful, sweetie!" she beamed. "Didn't I get you that cami for Christmas?"

"Yeah, it's my favorite. You look awesome, Mom."

"Thanks, angel. Come on, we'd better get going. I think I remember the way to Billy's..."

It felt fantastic to be behind the wheel of my car again, and Mom directed me through the muddy lanes east out of La Push until we pulled into the driveway of a tiny wooden house painted a faded red, Jacob's Volkswagen and a police cruiser parked out front.

Jacob's face appeared at one of the narrow windows, and a moment later the front door burst open and three huge Quileute boys came spilling out into the yard. They ran over to meet us as we got out of the car, their eyes wide.

"Oh my God! It really is a Torino!" one of them gasped, a stocky boy in a white T-shirt who was a good foot taller than me and muscled up like a bodybuilder.

"Quil, you're being really rude," Jacob sighed, shaking his head. The third boy grinned and I felt a shock of recognition.

"Hey, you're the guy from the store!" I accused, and his grin widened. Jake glanced between us rapidly; Quil was too entranced by the car to notice anything.

"Do you two know each other?"

"Sort of. We met in the store earlier," the boy explained, his intense brown eyes raking up and down my body appreciatively. He was slightly shorter than Jacob, around 6'3" or 6'4", his face handsome and fine-featured with high cheekbones, a slightly dimpled chin and a gorgeous half-smile that brought me out in goosebumps. "Hi, I'm Embry Call."

"Lovely to meet you," I said, and winced at how breathless and gushing my voice sounded. "I'm Evelyn, call me Evie."

Embry and I shook hands, his dark gaze boring into mine, and Jake raised his eyebrows a fraction.

"O-kay... Well, anyway, this is Quil. Quil!"

"What?" Quil asked irritably, tearing his eyes away from my car.

"This is Evie Moon," Jake said pointedly.

"Oh, right! Sorry, I just got a little distracted by the car. Wow, Jake, she is hot!"

"Excuse me?" I spluttered. Jacob's face had turned bright red under his dark skin and he appeared to be choking; a laughing Embry smacked him between the shoulder blades.

"Jake told us you were a total babe." Quil grinned impishly. "And that you had a nice butt. I'm Quil Ateara, the sexiest guy in La Push."

"Evie Moon, the girl with the nice butt," I giggled, shaking his hand. Just then, Mom cleared her throat behind us and the three boys looked round.

"Oh, um, this is my mom, Hannah Moon."

"So, what's this about my daughter's butt?" she asked coolly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. It was Quil's turn to choke as Jacob and Embry roared with laughter.

"Apparently Jake's been vaunting my merits to his friend," I said, trying not to smile.

"So I hear. Quil, sweetheart, I haven't seen you in ages! How are you doing?"

"Good thank you, ma'am."

"My, aren't you boys big? Sorry, honey, I don't think I know you." Mom smiled at Embry.

"I'm Embry Call."

Her eyes widened a fraction and she opened her mouth to say something, but obviously thought better and closed it again.

"Of course, you look just like your mom! Well, it's great to see you all, and I'm guessing Billy and Charlie are out the back? I'll go join them then, if you can be trusted to keep away from Evie's butt..."

The boys snickered and I pretended to scowl at Mom. She smiled blitherly back at me and glided into the house, as poised and graceful as a princess.

"So, what d'you guys want to do?" Jacob asked.

"Let's go to the garage," Embry suggested. The other two agreed and set off towards a cluster of trees and bushes at the side of the house. I almost had to run to keep up with their long-legged strides, but Jacob and Embry noticed and slowed their paces to match mine. Quil marched on ahead imperviously.

Beyond the shrubbery was the 'garage': two large plastic sheds bolted together and raised on cinder block, with the inside walls knocked out. A sleek black motorcycle was parked inside.

"Is that a Harley Sprint?" I asked, examining the bike with interest. Three pairs of dark eyes stared at me in disbelief, and I immediately felt defensive. "A friend of mine used to have one."

"Yeah, it's a Sprint. Wow, you know motorbikes?" Embry's voice was awed.

"A little. I used to hang out at my friend's when he was cleaning his up and he taught me some stuff. He never let me ride it, though."

"You can borrow mine some time, I'll teach you how to ride," Jake offered.

"Naw, I prefer cars. Safer, more comfortable, you know."

"Yeah, Jake got mashed up real bad after he crashed his bike last year, didn't you Jakie?" Quil teased, his eyes glittering. He opened the passenger door of the Volkswagen and and threw himself onto the seat; Embry perched on a pile of cinder blocks near the entrance.

"Sure, sure." Jacob rolled his eyes. "It was nothing, really."

I went and sat next to Embry, and he flashed me his sexy half-smile again, making me shiver. To distract myself I glanced around the dark garage. The smell of oil and gasoline lingered in the air, and there were tools and rusty bits of metal strewn all over the floor.

"So what do you think of Jake's lair?" Quil shot at me.

"I just love what he's done with the place. Especially the rusty bits of metal, nice touch."

"I know, it's like Buckingham Palace. You'll be grateful when your pretty Torino gets a puncture though," Jake riposted.

"I sure will; So are you guys going to be juniors in the fall?"

"Naw, Quil and I are going into the senior class," Embry said, his eyes never leaving my face.

"You're older than Jake?" This took me by surprise, he looked as old as if not older than his friends.

"We're all the same age, but I missed a lot of school last year so I'm having to do my junior year from scratch," Jacob explained, then stopped suddenly as though he'd said something he shouldn't have. Quil and Embry were staring at him with wide eyes, shaking their heads. Confused, I pretended I hadn't noticed Jake's faux pas and tried to make light of the situation.

"Wow, you all look so much older! Like you should be at college or something."

The distraction worked, all three boys' expressions turned smug.

"That's just 'cause we're tall. What class are you going to be in, anyway? Senior?" Embry asked, tilting his head inquisitively.

"No, sophomore."

"Really? You look seventeen at least, right Quil?"

"Yeah, eighteen even," Quil said solemnly.

The rest of the chapter will be published over the next day.