AN- Ok a couple things
1) I'm not Stephenie Meyer- nor will I ever be Stephenie Meyer.
2) I don't own 'Psycho' by Puddle Of Mudd.
3) I would love some reviews… just a thought.
4) There are some things in this chapter that you may not exactly understand now- but don't fret they'll be explained later.
5) If I have a few random author notes anywhere- I'd like to apologize beforehand. I know how annoying they can be, but please don't hate me!
I'm never letting anyone in my car ever again.
'We've been driving for no more than ten minutes, when an annoying 'buzzzzz' came from the backseat.
"Hey... Yeah ... No… I really have no clue… So did I ... Yeah, ok… Hold on.
"Hey Charlotte, they want to know why were driving past the city." Jackson called up to me.
"I don't live in the city. I live in. It's about a twenty to thirty minute drive from the city. I only come into the city for work- and stuff."
"Did you get that...? Yeah… Hey! That's not my fault haha…all right- see ya." He snapped his phone shut and I heard him audibly sigh. I tried to strike a conversation.
"So... have you ever been to Philly?"
"Kinda. My plane stopped here once to refuel, but that's about it. But, for the one hour that I was here, I loved it! Even though I didn't leave the terminal," He chuckled quietly and I joined him.
"So…" He began again. "Um… I know this is gonna sound kinda weird but- are the Cheese steaks as good as I hear?"
Chase glanced at me and smirked. "Yes. They are," I replied through gritted teeth. That question has always grated on my nerves. It's all people see to want to talk about. I looked back into the rearview mirror he looked slightly crest fallen, and I felt bad for a moment. Then- I saw him reach into his wallet and pull out a twenty and hand it over to Chase. "Damn."
I choose to ignore what I had just seen- even though I was royally ticked off- and concentrated on the road.
About a minute later both Chase and Jackson were fidgeting in their seats. I tried- really, really, tried- to ignore it, but after five minutes of this I asked what was wrong.
"Bathroom," they responded in a strained voice.
I was confused. "Why do you both have to go at the same time?"
"Slurpy drinking race," they both answered at the same time, again.
If I ever had any doubts about why they were friends, it was cleared up.
I sighed for a moment. "Alright- can't you hold it until we get home," I asked and internally cringed at how much a sounded like my mother.
All I got back from them was a muffled 'yea.'
I turned on the radio. I was a nice change to the awkwardness of having a hot stranger in my car…
"OH!" I looked at Chase startled as he turned up the radio. "I LOVE this song!"
'Maybe
I'm the one She lays down on the fresh lawn Maybe I'm the one She lays
down on the sidewalk Maybe I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one who is the
schizophrenic psycho Back in the days when we were young
Maybe I'm the one who is the schizophrenic psycho
(yeah)
She can make
everything magical
But she tied one on big time
And it makes me
wanna rewind
To back in the days when we were young
When
everything was like a loaded gun
Ready to go off at any minute
And
you know we're gonna win again (yeah)
Maybe
I'm the one who is the schizophrenic psycho (yeah)
Maybe I'm the
one
Maybe I'm the one who is the paranoid psycho
Never very analytical
She is something
simply beautiful
Re-appear when you feel magical
To back in the
days when we were young
When everything was like a loaded
gun
Ready to go off at any minute
Yeah you know we're gonna win
again
Maybe I'm the one who is the
schizophrenic psycho (yeah)
Maybe I'm the one
Maybe I'm the one
who is the paranoid psycho
When
everything was like a loaded gun
Ready to go off at any minute
And
you know we're gonna win again'
Maybe
I'm the one Schizophrenic psycho YEAH!'
Maybe I'm the one who is the schizophrenic psycho
(yeah)
Maybe I'm the one
Maybe I'm the one who is the paranoid
psycho
You know- I really liked that song…before I saw two "men" singing to it at the top of their lungs and dancing in their seats. Yup, more songs than I would like to admit were ruined in that car ride…'
FINALLY! We were finally home! No more singing, no more dancing, and no more fidgeting! (That got really annoying.)
I pulled on to my private road that leads to the house, I really didn't like it because it got pretty creepy at night- but then again I didn't exactly pick out the house. The road wound through a path of trees.
My house appeared at the edge of the trees- just as tall and grand as any other day.It was a two story, stone, - for lack of less gaudy word- mansion. I hated that word. It was done it stone and had four white pillars at the front door. Blossoming flowers of all sorts of colors were blooming around the outside edge. It looked like the picture perfect house for some greedy shit…
"Okay. Both of you need to get out of my car," I said as I mock glared at Chase and Jackson.
"Aww but we were having fun!" Jackson whined from the back. I grinned at him through the rearview mirror, and noticed how cute he looked when he smiled, before getting out of the car.
The Pilot pulled up in back of my car and its patrons stumbled out. It looked like of those circus cars, where the clowns pile themselves into one small car.
Chase led Jackson into the house to show him where the bathroom was. I took the time to check my crashers.
There were three guys and three girls.
They all looked fabulous. In a weird 'I haven't had a good nights sleep in a month'- sorta way. They all wore jeans and t-shirts. Very nondescript.
The guys were tall like Jackson, and also very attractive- but that's about where the similarities ended.
The guy on the right looked very muscular- not in an Incredible Hulk or body builder type - just more of a natural, 'I can crush you with my pinky- sorta way. He had tanned skin and curly brownish blonde hair. He also, had bruise like bags under his clear light blue eyes.
The guy in the centre had russet colored skin, and short chopped black hair. He had some bulk to him, but no where near the guy on the right. The fact that he, too had bags under his dark eyes, made me wonder what the hell was going on.
The last guy on the left looked like a hot mess. (AN- I LOVE RPattz, but sometimes- he can't dress himself properly. Not that I mind- it's just annoying.)Hewas the skinniest of the three. His disheveled bronze hair was sticking up at odd angles and he looked like he could really use a shave. His face was turned down, so I couldn't see if he had bags- but I'd bet money that he did.
They went to get the bags out of the trunk- I was amazed they still had room in there- while the girls stood awkwardly outside of the car, looking around at the scenery. I was grateful for that; it would have been awkward if we were just staring at each other.
The tallest one was blonde and tan. Her hair was swept back into a messy bun, but you could defiantly tell. (AN- I'm sorry! But, I really like Nikki as blonde and I really hope she does too and that's why she's keeping her hair like that!) She was thin, but curvier than the other two. Around her blue eyes, she had dark circles. Ok, seriously. She was gorgeous, plain and simple.
The middle girl was the shortest. She was about my height; around five foot three- five foot four maybe. She had medium toned skin. Not as 'dark' and the blonde but not as pale as the girl next to her. She had long straight brown hair. If she wasn't height challenged like me- she could model.
The final girl was also thin. Lovely. She had shoulder length black hair and very pale skin- much similar to my own. She was a bit taller than the middle girl, but not by much. She had sunglasses on.
Between the three of them- my self-esteem just took a major beating.
I heard loud boisterous laughter erupt behind me, so I guessed that Chase and Jackson returned.
Jackson walked over to the guys that came out of the truck and started talking to them.
I turned to Chase. "Do you who those people are?"
"Yup. The bulky guy is Kellan, the guy with the russet skin is Taylor, and the guy on the end is Robert. The girl with the blonde hair is Nikki, the girl with the brown hair is Ashley, and the girl with the black hair is Kristen," I have no clue why he looked so pleased after finishing that.
"Okay… and why are they here?"
Chase just smiled at me. Asshole.