A/N and Disclaimer: So here is part three of the My Life… series that started with My Life is a John Hughes Movie and continued with My Life Is the Lyric In A Fall Out Boy Song. You should definitely read those two before attempting this, because it picks up right where I left off. Instead of a straight one-shot this final piece will be several smaller posts between 500 and 1000 words, once a week, until I finish it. I know some of you have been waiting a really long time for this, and I'm really sorry! Real life sucks sometimes, I wish I could get paid to write! Which is what SM did, and she owns these characters, and you should really already know that…

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"Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts, we will be arriving at Quillayute Airport shortly, around 9 local time".

The voice over the speaker was static and startling. I had a white-knuckle grip on my seatbelt, which had never been unbuckled in the first place.

"Tiny plane like this, you'd think the pilot would just pull aside that little curtain and call back to us," the man next to me joked.

I smiled tightly at him, wondering for the thousandth time why I'd agreed to take this little flight into Forks, instead of just waiting in Seattle for Charlie to come get me.

What the hell are you doing Bella? Skipping graduation, dropping your life for some guy you haven't seen in five years. Risking your life on God's version of a remote control airplane? I must be mental. I am talking to myself.

I snorted softly, shaking my head.

No, not for some guy, for G.G. She needs me, I made a promise to her. I wonder what she's like now…she's eleven, a sixth grader, does she have a boyfriend? I read somewhere that kids are dating younger and younger.

I wonder what he's like now…did he graduate? Is he still working at that factory? What is G.G. so worried about? I furrowed my brow, trying to imagine what terrible thing Jasper was considering. Running away to join the circus, or the army? Marrying some girl G.G. doesn't like? Moving her away from Forks and her mother? Some sort of criminal activity? Whatever it is, Charlie doesn't like it either. So the circus is probably out, I chuckled briefly at the thought of Jasper coming out of his shell enough to dress in some kooky outfit and shout at a crowd of people. But you don't really know, do you? You've changed, he might be completely different. I was beginning to dislike the little voice in my head.

"Miss, we're here," the stewardess touched my shoulder gently. I jumped and looked around. I'd been so engrossed in my own thoughts I'd completely missed our landing.

I took a deep breath, knowing exactly why they say 'you can't go back.'

I made my way through the gate and into the tiny terminal, craning my neck to get a glimpse of Charlie. I was almost ready to give up and sit down when I heard someone shout out "Bella!" I spun slowly, a sick feeling in my stomach. Alice was standing just inside the door, a hopeful look on her face. If you can't handle this, you'll never be able to see Jasper, I told myself, squaring my shoulders and heading in her direction.

As I got closer, I noticed her bring her arms up halfway and lean in my direction, like she was going to hug me. A brief frown marred her features, and she waved at me instead, dropping her arms back to her sides.

"What…" I couldn't complete the thought through my dry throat. I cleared it and tried again, "What are you doing here?" It came out sounding harsh, more like an accusation than a friendly inquiry and we both winced.

"One of the deputies is sick, Charlie got called in to work, so he asked me to come get you," she offered, smiling tentatively.

"Oh…okay," I shrugged, shouldering my backpack and gesturing for her to lead the way.

We walked silently to her little car, the weight of unspoken things hovering over us.

I threw my stuff in her back seat and slid into the car, wondering about the proper etiquette for awkward conversations with ex-best friends.

Five minutes of silence was about all I could take, and apparently that's all Alice could handle as well.

"I'm sorry, Bella!" she blurted out, taking her eyes off the road to glance at me apologetically.

"For…?" I can't imagine what perceived wrong had occurred in the seven minutes I've actually been in Forks.

"For, you know, being an evil hag to you before you moved away. I was selfish and petty, and I felt really bad about it afterward," she explained.

"Oh, that," I grimaced, "I probably could have been honest with you from the start, so it's okay."

"It's not okay, but thank you," she smiled at me. "I did try to call you to apologize, but I never got through," she added, keeping her eyes on the road.

"Yeah, I was just…trying to forget," I blushed, feeling guilty for never taking her calls.

"I understand," she nodded, "So, friends?"

"Yeah, sure, friends," I agreed quietly. This time the silence in the car was comfortable, and I didn't break it until we turned onto my old street. "So, do you know why I'm here?" I asked her.

"I do, but G.G. made me promise to let her explain," she glanced at me nervously, as if waiting for an explosion.

"She's eleven, what could she possibly do to you?" I joked.

"She hated me for years after you left, and it's only since I moved back home to plan the wedding that she started coming around, I am not going to jeopardize that!" she told me fiercely, her face utterly serious.

"Well…alright then," I murmured, but inside my heart was sinking. What wedding?