Gasoline

Gasoline

I don't own twilight, if I did, I wouldn't be writing this crap.

I don't own the song Gasoline, Seether does

JPOV

Last night I saw that beauty queen
Watched her paint her face on
I wanna be that magazine
That she bases life on
I wanna waste her monthly blood
Wanna get some on my love
Wanna get some gasoline
And burn the house down

She's got nothing to say
She's got bills to pay
She's got no one to hate
Except for me.

"CUT!!" I heard someone yell. "What was wrong with that?! And don't say 'cut', it's not a movie, I mean come ON." Sometimes Emmet can be so annoying. "Ok, whatever little bro, but your voice needs to be a little less… emo. "But emo is all I can do, if you want less emo, ask Edward." "I would" Emmet shot back in a sarcastic tone. "But nobody can find him, he took off before we were all even awake and he won't answer his cell."

EPOV

I needed to take a drive. I left at around 6, long before anyone was awake, and I just got in my Volvo and drove. Something was wrong with me, I went to bed at about 2:30ish, as usual but when I woke up, I just felt… empty. I don't know why, but I did. So here I am, flying down some random country road outside of Olympia, where our personal studio is. I had no idea where it lead; it wound around between the pacific coast and Olympic national park. I consulted my garmin navigator I had installed after we got lost on tour; it said the next town was a little place called Forks.

short chapter and big cliffie, i know. im kinda swamped with school so ill try to add more soon!! sorry!!