We Say Summer by ARenee363 COMPLETE.pdf

Fanfiction Based On Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight Series

Rated M for Mature.

We Say Summer

By ARenee363

Summary: Bella's neighbors are housing their niece and nephew for the summer. What

happens when Bella and Jasper start a summer romance? And what happens when Bella

surprisingly shows up in Forks and meets Jasper's best friend, Edward? !M for Future lemons

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Chapter One ~ The Start Of Something New

BPOV

I woke with a start and glanced around the dark room. The Phoenix air was stale, way too stale, and

humid. God, it was humid. Kicking the sheets off with a sign, I turned my head and glanced at the red

numbers of the clock on the side table.

3:06a.m.

Sighing again, I closed my eyes, counting until I lost track. Fearing the worst, I opened one eye to peek at

the red light.

3:13a.m.

I thrashed on my bed like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum and then sat up. "Fuck," I whispered to the

dark before swinging my legs over the edge of my bed and stepping down. Light from the full moon

glowed through of the French doors that led from my bedroom to the backyard. On my way towards the

doors, I glanced in the mirror and realized I had on only a wifebeater and boy shorts. The cotton shorts I

had worn earlier in the night lay on the floor nearby. I slid them on, smiling because they covered little

more than my underwear had.

Shrugging, I opened the door, thankful for the single-story ranch-style houses that littered Arizona like an

upscale trailer park.

Before leaving the room, I reached back for the lone joint and lighter that sat on top of my dresser.

Silently, I made my way to the gazebo at the edge of our yard. My mother, Renee, begged my stepdad for

this gazebo last summer, but I was the only one who used it.

I sat on the top of the picnic table that was inside of the gazebo, resting my legs on the seat. Putting the

joint to my lips, I clicked the lighter, drawing smoothly on the joint to start the burning process.

Taking a full drag, I dropped the lighter next to me and closed my eyes. I tilted my head back, enjoying

the high coursing through my veins.

I began singing smoothly and quietly, letting the haunting melody wash over me.

Yesterday I saw the sun shinin', and the leaves were fallin' down softly-

By the start of the second verse, I had moved to lie on the picnic table.

But here I am lookin' for signs to lead me, you hold my hand but do you really need me?

I sang, louder and stronger in my conviction, not realizing until someone else coughed that I had an

audience. Ignoring the intruder, I pushed along through the third verse, determined to remove the song

from my thoughts.

W ell could you smile a little smile for me? 'Cause I'll be thinkin' about you.

I pulled myself up when I heard the cough again. Mirroring my movements from the bedroom, I swung

my legs around and hopped down from the table, frowning slightly at the force of the impact on my bare

feet.

I stalked across the yard as if looking for prey, coming to a halt at the edge of the yard. Squinting, I could

just make out a figure sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs in my neighbors' backyard. I hesitated; the

figure was definitely male and too thin to be Tom Whitlock, so it couldn't be Gina. I waited another

moment before moving forward again, silently praying that I was not about to approach a serial killer.

The shadow guy jumped when I came in to view. "Shit," he said, dropping a lit joint on to his lap then

jumping from the chair.

"Sorry," I mumbled, crossing my arms.

"You scared the fuck out of me," He said, crashing back into the chair. He looked me up and down twice,

and I smiled at being caught practically naked.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't be getting high, at four in the morning, in my neighbors' yard."

He pointed back at the house with one thumb over his shoulder. "My aunt and uncle's place."

"Uh-huh," I said, nodding.

He held the joint out to me, but I shook my head. "Already smoked my own, thanks."

He chuckled, sounding sexy as fuck. "Take a seat." His slight southern drawl faded in and out. The sound

of it made me wet.

"I'm good, thanks," I said, before turning on my heel to head back to my house.

His voice stopped me. "Nice song."

I didn't turn around. "Thanks, it was"

"Norah Jones," he finished for me.

"How did you"

"My sister likes that shit," he said, pointing to the house again with his thumb.

"Norah Jones isn't shit, she's"

"I'm a guy; I'm supposed to think she's shit."

"Do you do that a lot?"

"Do what," he asked, cocking his head before taking a long drag off the joint.

"Interrupt people," I said, perching myself on the arm of the chair opposite him.

"Yeah, it pisses my sister off."

"And rightfully so."

He held the joint out for me again, and this time I took it.

"Don't you worry about waking people up?" he asked before taking the joint back.

"No. My stepdad is in Philly, which is slightly ironic because his name is Phil" I cocked my head giggling

a little at my stoned stupor. "And my mom is dead to the world when she sleeps. I stood over her once

and clanged some pots and pans together. She didn't even flinch." I shifted to sit in the chair, swinging my

legs over the arm closest to the southerner. He took a long look at them before turning his head.

"And your aunt and uncle," I continued "They're cool. They really couldn't care less."

"Very true. Thanks, Uncle Tom," he said, raising the joint as if making a toast.

I let out a small giggle. "Well, it was nice sharing hit with you." Jumping from the chair, I practically

skipped back to my room, floating on my resurrected high.

The next morning I was awakened by my mom attempting to cook, or perhaps blow the house up. With a

groan, I slipped the covers off. I smiled at my toes, dirty from last night's romp through the yards. I

wiggled them and stood up, wondering about the southern boy in the house next door. He seemed cute,

but it was hard to make out much of him in the dark. Still, his semi-shape took form in my dreams, and

those dreams were good.

"Mom, what are you doing in here?" I asked, opening the fridge to reach for the orange juice. I poured a

glass for myself and sat on one of the stools surrounding the island.

"I don't know. I'm trying to busy myself. I miss Phil," she said tossing the smoking frying pan into the

sink and taking up residence on the stool next to me.

"Well, you'll just have to think of something to get him off your mind," I said giving her the same line she

fed me when I came home nursing a broken heart a month earlier. Okay, that's bullshit. I didn't actually

love the guy. I was upset when we broke up, but I was moving on, determined to move on Frankly, I was

tired of the dating scene.

"Oh, I know! Let's go shopping," she said, clapping her hands and nodding.

"Mom, I love you. I love shopping. But I do not love shopping with you," I said, holding my hands up as

if to warn off any further advances.

My mom pouted and I quickly jumped to make her happy again. "Mom, ask Gina. Isn't Tom going to

that…car thing today?" I said, trying to remember what Gina had complained about when she was over a

few nights ago. We'd all had too many daiquiris, so it could have been about anything.

"You are so right," she said, jumping up to reach for the phone.

"Oh, and Mom? Don't forget. It's the fourth; tonight is that party at Kerry's. I'll be home late."

Having a traveling stepdad gave my mom and me more time to bond. We were best friends. My dad had

passed away when I was six, so my mom and I moved in with my aunt, uncle and cousin. It was great to

have someone my age to play with. Because we were both only-children, Emmett and I became super

close. Two years later, We bought the house next door and lived as neighbors until my uncle Carlisle was

transferred to some crap town in Washington. We were all pretty devastated when they left, and I cried

for weeks.

A month later, Tom and Gina moved in next door. It wasn't long before my mom and Gina became best

friends. Mutually disheveled and eccentric, they were perfect for each other.

The best thing to come of the whole situation was my aunt Esme ensuring that her little sister didn't

overprotect me. She frequently reminded my mom that she had to give trust and respect in order to earn it

herself.

People might say my mom let me run wild and do too much as I pleased. In reality, I had rules, and

almost always followed them, but I also had some freedom to learn from my own mistakes.

"Uh-huh," she nodded. "Oh, Bells? Gina and Tom's niece and nephew are here for the rest of the summer.

They're from Washington and don't know anyone here. Try to be nice."

"Mom, I'm always nice," I said, feigning hurt.

"Sure, Bella," she said with a roll of her eyes before turning her back to me. I left the kitchen as she and

Gina began talking.

Back in my bedroom, I looked out into the backyard before turning toward the bathroom. Should I go tan

or take a shower? The sun came from behind a cloud and made up my mind.

Stripping down, I walked to the dresser, selecting a black bikini from the top drawer and pulling it on.

Pulling my hair up in to a messy bun, I slid on my aviator sunglasses and headed in to the bathroom,

where I grabbed tanning lotion and a towel. I picked up my iPod and went outside.

I was sprawled out, mouthing along with the musical stylings of Big Poppa, when someone blocked out

the sun. I looked up to see my interrupter's mouth moving, but the music was so loud I couldn't

understand him. "What?" I asked, removing an earbud as I angled up onto my elbows.

"Norah Jones?" he said, pointing to the iPod. I didn't fail to notice the way his eyes lingered on my chest.

It could be an interesting summer after all.

I laughed. "No, Biggie Smalls…"

When he remained silent I continued talking. "…Notorious B.I.G.?" I lifted my aviators and one of my

eyebrows.

"I know who he is; I was just thinking how one of my best friends would love you."

"Really? I'm more interested in this guy I met last night."

"You met someone last night?" he said, rubbing the back of his neck and giving a small smile that would

have had me on my knees if I weren't already on my back. God, he was even hotter in the light of day.

Shaggy-haired and blonde, he was tan and muscular, but not overly so. I could see the definition even

through his tee shirt. I almost sighed but bit my lip instead.

"Yeah, except it's kind of weird. He was tokin' up in my neighbors' backyard." I flopped back down,

snapping my aviators over my eyes. I started the iPod again, trying not to watch as the southerner

stumbled to find words. Instead, he gave up and smiled before retreating to his newly adopted yard.

The shadow returned a few songs later. When I opened my eyes this time, I was surprised to see a female

version of the southerner.

I sat up and once again removed an earbud, pressing pause. "Hi," I said, looking up at the stunningly

gorgeous girl in front of me. She was just as tan as her brother, but insanely blonde-the natural kind, not a

blonde from a box. Her features were harsh, but ultra-high cheekbones worked on her. Damn, they really

worked on her.

"Hey," she said steadily, no a hint of self-consciousness in her voice. "My brother is a pussy when it

comes to girls, but I'm not above begging. This place…well, it pretty much blows. Please save me from

the slow death that will inevitably happen in this hell." She dropped down next to me, looking

uncomfortable, as though she'd never had to beg for anything before.

"I'm Bella," I said, sticking my hand out.

A smile spread across her face. "Thank god," she muttered before grasping my hand. "I'm Rose. My

brother, who is totally hot for you and possibly watching you through the window is Jasper. We're twins."

"And you guys are from Washington? My mom said" I blurted before catching myself. "Anyway what the

hell are you doing here ?"

"Ugh," she groaned. "Our parents are going through a whole midlife crisis thing right now and shipped us

here so they could relive their youth or some bullshit excuse like that. Really, it was just a way to fuck us

over this summer. I mean, what do you do around here for fun?"

"Besides knitting and playing shuffleboard with the retirees?" I said, giggling. "There are some other kids

round here…we just stay in hiding."

"I can see why," she said, grimacing.

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