Vampires, Werewolves, and... Love? Oh My!

"C’mon Liz," Jace mumbled against my lips. "We need to get out of here."
I groaned. "But I don't want to. This is too much fun." Jace sighed and I smirked. He continued his barrage of kisses, his cold lips running up and down my neck. His hands were slowly sliding my shirt up passed my ribs when we both heard a door nearby open. We froze and held our breath.
"Come on in," my mother's voice sounded. "On the right we have the family room. The fireplace is old-fashioned and burns wood. It..." Her voice trailed off as she led whoever she was showing the house to into the other room. Mom, Renee, was a Realtor. Well, for now, anyway. Over the last year in Jacksonville, she's been a waitress, receptionist, sales clerk, and now a Realtor. I just figured that I’d use all her houses to my advantage to make out with Jace; it was easier to avoid getting caught if we could switch our make out spot every day.
"Come on," I whispered, pulling Jace out of the coat closet we'd been making out in. "Hurry! Go upstairs."
We ran silently up the heavily carpeted steps to the master bedroom. “Why didn’t we just go out the front door?” Huh, now why didn’t I think of that?
“Because she would have heard the door,” I lied easily. It was a good enough reason, even if I was just pulling it out of my ass so that I didn’t look like an idiot.
I looked around the room frantically. I pulled the window up and we scampered onto the roof. "What now?" he hissed.
I looked into his dull green eyes and smirked. "We go swimming." I grabbed his hand and we jumped off the roof into the full pool. The splash was loud but it luckily didn't draw attention to us. Jace and I climbed out of the pool and jumped over the bushy ledge his brown hair dripping and darker than usual. We hopped onto his black Hayabusa motorcycle.
Jace was tall and lean. He was pretty good looking, his face the epiphany of handsome. He had dark, thick hair that I loved to run my fingers through. He had a great body but for some odd reason he was always freezing and his skin was firmer than normal. His eyes were odd, mostly green but had a red tint to them on some occasions and were really dark on others. He always wore long sleeves and jeans, even in hot and humid Florida, and he never went into the sunlight. I didn’t pay much attention to those strange facts mostly because he had a great bike.
"That was so much fun!" I laughed as we rode off. "God, she was so close to catching us."
The sun was starting to go down beyond the horizon. I could see the full moon starting to shine brightly. "Now what do you want to do, Babe?" Jace asked.
"Oh, you know. Let's just do what all high schoolers do on a school night."
Ten minutes later found us parked at a local bar. I showed the bartender my fake ID and had begun downing one drink after another. Half an hour into our drinks, I had begun to dance on the counter. "Hey, Barky! Another Bloody Mary!”
"How about sex on the beach?" Jace asked. He grinned widely, clearly just as trashed as I was.
I frowned in total confusion. "But you know I hate those drinks."
"I wasn't talking about the drink." His smile grew wider as I smirked.
We left the bar, giggling madly and holding each other for support. Jace's bike was going out of control as he drove in the general direction of the beach. A few times, he swerved into the opposite lane, which only made me laugh hysterically. Playing chicken with diesels is pretty entertaining when your mind is nothing but an empty void.
"Pretty lights," I commented dazedly as a police cruiser pulled us over. "But that siren is so fucking annoying."
"License and registration," the officer said. Jace handed over the paperwork. The officer made Jace do a bunch of tests to make sure he wasn’t totally trashed, which he surprisingly passed.
When Jace got back on the bike, I hiccupped loudly, drawing the cop’s attention to me. "Miss, are you old enough to be drinking."
"Depends," I answered as seriously as I could. Which was honestly an epic fail
"On what?" the officer prompted.
"On if we go by my license or fake ID. 'Cause on my license, I'm only 17. But on my fake, I'm 21." I started laughing so hard I almost pissed myself.
"Uh-huh. Miss, I'm going to need you to come with me."
"Okay," I said enthusiastically. "I'll call you when I get out of the clink, Jace." I giggled like mad.
I fell asleep in the back of the car. I guess I told the cop my address because when I woke up, we were at my house. He led me to the door and waited for my mom to answer. "Oh my god!" she screeched.
"Ma'am, is this your daughter?"
"Yes it is. Thank you officer."
"She is drunk. She was riding on a motorcycle with a young man. You may want to keep an eye on her tonight."
"Oh, thank you! I'll take care of her right away. Goodnight."
"'Night, ma'am."
Mom turned to me with her no-nonsense look. Her arms were folded tightly over her chest and her brown eyes were narrowed dangerously. "We'll talk about this in the morning."
"Okey-Dokey, Pokey," I giggled. I slumped onto the couch. I could hear her and Phil talking but my brain was so scattered I couldn't make out individual words. I drifted off to sleep on the couch still in my purple skinny jeans, knee-high leather boots, and black hoodie.
I woke up and trudged into the kitchen. Mom and Phil were already seated. Mom had a stern look that she only gave me. "Elizabeth Margaret Swan. What are we going to do with you? What were you thinking, Lizzy?" I cringed; I hated when she used my full name.
"Ugh, Mom, not so loud," I groaned. My head was throbbing with a major hangover.
"Why, Liz? God, sometimes you can be so stupid!"
"Well I'm sorry I'm not as perfect as Bella. I'm sorry Dad got the good twin and you got stuck with me."
Mom sighed. "Honey, you know I don't think that. Maybe Bella shouldn't have gone to Forks. It must have been so hard for her to leave. It's been a hard year without her, huh?"
I shrugged casually. "It's not like I was a well behaved child before she left."
"But you weren't as miserable.” She sighed again and straightened up. “Hon, pack your bags. I'm sending you to Forks with Charlie and Bella."
My eyes widened in absolute horror. "What? No, Mom. You can't!"
"I'm sorry, baby. It's for the best. I already called Charlie last night and he’s agreed."
Two hours later, my mom was shoving me onto a plane destined to Seattle. From there, I took another to Port Angeles, although I seriously debated getting on a different plane instead. At that point, I was stranded waiting for either Bella or my dad to pick me up. I sat on one of the hard plastic chairs playing with my pitch black hair. My sister and I both had naturally pale skin. I loved the contrast between my hair and skin.
"Lizzy? Is that you?" I looked up to see my sister. Bella and I sort of looked alike, being twins and all. The major differences are that her hair is brown rather than black, and although we have the same chocolate brown eyes, hers are warmer and full of life while mine are just hard and distant.
"Hi, Bells," I mumbled.
"Oh, sis it's so good to see you! God, I've missed you so much." She pulled me into a hug. I reluctantly, and awkwardly, wrapped my arms around her shoulders. Had it been anyone other than Bella, they would have gotten their ass kicked for even touching me.
"Yeah, yeah. I missed you too. So, how's life? You seem much happier than the last time we talked."
She blushed slightly. "Right. Well, Edward's back. Honestly, I've never been better. "
I followed her out to her old red Chevy. I gave her a fake smile as she gushed about her boyfriend and climbed in.
During the ride I had one thing on my mind: Oh god, what has my mother gotten me into?