Things I'll Never Say.

Prologue:

Mom and Phil are always on the road, I cant stand it.

We're always moving and I can never stay at one school for longer

Than a couple months. A week or so ago, I tried to convince my mom

To let me go and stay with my dad until Phil's baseball season was over.

Mom was definitely NOT happy. Nor was Phil.

Phil and I don't dislike eachother, but we haven't exactly "warmed up"

To eachother either. I don't know why, but ever since Phil has come into the picture… mom has treated me different. Like I'm not wanted. Like I am NOT her daughter.

Its not fair, and frankly.. I'M SICK OF IT. But I would never say anything about it

To her, because she would just get all mad, and yell, and cry, and who wants the drama?

I woke up yesterday to a text message, mom has agreed to let me stay with my dad. She says she can tell that I am not "happy" anymore. But really mom? How could I be happy? Honestly. I feel like neglected. Invisible. Like I was never born. It sucks. I try to put on a cheeser smile, every time I'm by one of them. But obviously that's not good enough? Who knows. At least I can finally get away. Feel visible. Wanted.

Oh yes, that would be the day.

Chapter one: Dads house.

I walked out of the plane that I had ridden ALONE all the way to Forks, Washington. It's nothing like Arizona, but. At least I MIGHT fit in here. Dads waiting for me outside of the airport, he gives me a quick (shy, manly) hug, then grabs a couple of my bags and carries them to the trunk.

The car ride was pretty silent, there wasn't much to talk about. We hadn't seen eachother in a few years. I didn't know how to start a convo, I wanted to. But I just didn't know how. But luckily, I didn't have to. "Your hair looks longer" Dad said. "Well, I actually just had it cut." I said. Dad didn't say anything.

We're a lot alike, my dad and i.

We're both kind of shy, keep to ourselves. We're both also dreamers-lost in our own world most of the time-. We get to dads house. And he shows me to my room.

I take one look at it… Its purple. Purple carpet, curtains, walls, comforter, rugs, furniture. EVERYTHING IS PURPLE. It's like, attack of the "Purple People Eater" all over again.

(If you don't know what I'm talking about, I must really be showing my age.)

Dad basically leaves me alone to unpack, then an hour or so later we go out to eat. To dad's favorite: Dennys. The people that work there know dad by his first name, and they know his "usual." He comes in here a lot, I'm guessing.. Considering he doesn't have more but maybe one dish in his sink.

When we get home there is a blue truck sitting in dads driveway. Who's this? I thought. There was also a smaller car along the curb. Out of it stepped Jacob White, getting his father (Billy)'s wheel chair out of the back seat, and rolling him out here.

"Ah, Billy… Billy White." Said dad. "Long time no see." Dad winked. Billy chuckled. "Only been two days, my friend." They both grinned. I didn't hear anything else they said.. I was focused on Jacob. He looks familiar. He's tall, copper skinned, has long black hair, and gorgeous dark eyes. It almost hurts to look at him. He's glancing back and forth between Billy and my dad, smiling. Then he and I locked eye contact. He smiled, I blushed. He reached his hand out, I shook it. "Jacob." He said. "Do you remember me?" "Yes. I remember you. We used to play in the mud together, right?" I smirked. "Yeah, that's about right." Jacob smiled a big cheeser smile.

I couldn't help but gaze into his eyes, and stare down his body.

In my eyes, at that very point in time…

He was perfect.