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Chapter 1
BPOV
As I landed in the Seattle Airport at 9:38 a.m I realized three things. One, I knew from experience that Forks was small and boring. Two, living with my dad, Charlie, was going to suck monkey balls. Three, that I was going to die…of boredom here.
I mean seriously who in the right mind names a town after a utensil? I mean were they going to name the town next door Spoons and Knives too?
I twisted one of my curls as I got off of the plane. I smoothed my outfit, a black and white stripe sweater, my medium blue jeans, black flat boots, silver heart with angel necklace, and black bracelet, for what seemed for the billionth time. I hoped my make up look fine. Last time I checked the light grey eye shadow, just a hint of eyeliner and mascara, and finally the light pink lip stick were fine.
I hated plane rides. For one you never know if the plane was going to crash, so that left me nervous as hell. Two you had to sit next to strangers for hours. Three the food sucked. Four the bathrooms were so small you could barely turn around in them. Five for the past seven hours the man next to me kept hitting on me and whispered in my ear to ask me if I wanted to join the 'Mile High Club' with him. I kept telling him back that he needed to keep it in his pants. And when that didn't work I told him that I was a seventeen year old minor who was going to live with her Chief of Police father. That shut him up real fast.
I think I may kill my mom next time I see her. I mean if she seriously thought that her 'fashion designer' career was going to work just because she got a job as a secretary at fashion agency. It didn't really matter any way she was hardly around and Renée never really had a maternal bone in her body. So I told my mom I was going to live with my dad and she didn't even protest. It didn't really matter I only had to go through my senior year here, which starts in a week and a half. The flavor of the month, Phil, was keeping Renée busy, doing things that I didn't want to know to her. And she made Poppy, my female orange tabby 9 week old kitten, ride in a cat carrier. She was really starting to piss me off.
I scanned the airport for my dad. He was standing there awkwardly holding a sign that read 'Isabella Swan'. Way to play it cool dad. As if I don't remember what my own father looks like. I walked over to my father. I cringed inwardly as I realized that Charlie was still in his police uniform. So…now I think everyone in the entire airport thinks that Charlie is here to arrest me. Great, just what I needed now.
"Hey dad." I said to him.
"Good to see you again Bells."
We gave each other a hug. He gave me one of those one armed hugs. I rolled my eyes while I was hugging him.
We headed off to the place in the airport where you get your luggage. I had made Charlie throw away the sign somewhere along the way. I had all six of my bags and Poppy's one bag. The rest of my things would be arriving at the end of the week. And then Charlie and I were off to the area where I would be picking up Poppy. As soon as I saw Poppy I grabbed her and we were out of this hell hole of an airport. When we arrived outside, Charlie led me to his car. I nearly died of embarrassment as I noticed Charlie had brought his police car to pick me up.
The car ride to Charlie's house was…awkward. We had placed all of my bags in the trunk and I held Poppy's cat carrier in my lap with her still in it. Charlie tried to talk to me but Poppy was whining in her cat carrier. Charlie tried to talk over her and he somehow got to the topic of the weather. I knew what the weather was…wet, cold, and when you combine the two you get icy and snow. Not that those things didn't happen in New York, they just didn't happen every day, twenty-four hours a day, all year round.
When we parked in the drive way to Charlie' house, my new home, I noticed the outside hadn't changed much. There was still Charlie's fishing boat, the house was still white, and the paint was just chipping.
We gathered up all my things and somehow managed to get everything up to my, new to me, room. The walls were painted a pretty indigo color. There was one black bookshelf next to the window on the far side of the room. I had one of those day beds and the wood to that matched the bookshelf, black. That was all the black in my room. I noticed there was lavender bedding on the day bed. There was the old wooden rocking chair that I faintly remembered from my baby days. Over by the bookshelf there was a wooden desk with an old computer that didn't look like it worked anymore.
If I remembered correctly, there were two and a half bathrooms in the house. Charlie and I both had our own and then there was a half bathroom downstairs. Charlie's was connected to his bedroom and mine was right across the hall.
After I assured Charlie that Poppy was house trained I let her out of the cat carrier. Poppy came out slowly. I set all of Poppy's things out for her first. I put the litter box in my bathroom. The scratching post next to the old computer desk. I put the blue pillow that she sleeps on the bottom shelf of the bookshelf. I would later put her food and food dishes downstairs in the kitchen.
I started to unpack my clothes when I noticed the time. 12:16 p.m. was the time on the alarm clock. Lunch time.
I grabbed Poppy's food and food dishes so that I didn't have to do that part later. I set the cat food underneath the sink. I put the food dishes next to the door coming from the main hall way after I filled up Poppy's water dish.
Charlie was watching what I think was baseball in the living room.
I dug around in the kitchen for something to eat. In the fridge there was what looked liked leftover fish, expired milk, tomato sauce, beers, and yogurt. I checked the freezer next. As fast as I opened it, I closed it. The only thing you could smell was fish. Now as a vegetarian I think it's nasty that someone would have that much fish and not eat it. I mean seriously if you're going to catch it then why not eat it? Plugging my nose, I tried again. I was right; the freezer was packed with fish. Then after looking around the thing I noticed some chocolate ice cream in the back. I slammed the freezer shut. I looked through the cabinets I found a bag of Doritos, a pudding cup, juice boxes and tea packets.
This was useless.
"Hey Dad?" I called.
"Yeah?"
"I'm going to go the grocery store. I'll be back soon." I told him.
I got a grunt in response. I took that as a yes.
I ran up the stairs and up to my room. I put on my boots, my black trench coat and my black purse. I jogged down to the living room and notice that Charlie wasn't watching baseball.
I walked out the front door only to find Charlie standing next to a rusty red truck. Whoever drove that truck had some serious taste in cars. I walked over to Charlie in a daze.
"So do you like it?" Charlie asked me.
"Like it? I love it!" I responded.
Charlie let out a sign of relief.
"That's good because it's all yours."
I think I had the biggest smile in response to that statement. You know one of those shit eating grins? Yeah, that was what was on my face.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." I told him right before I ran straight into him to give him a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." I told him again.
He handed me the keys and I was off…to buy food.
I learned pretty fast that the truck didn't go over sixty and that it was loud. I didn't mind the fact that it didn't go fast, as long as it was a way to and from get me places, I was good. I checked to see if the radio was working. It was which, was a plus I wasn't expecting. I finally found a decent radio channel, the country channel. Right now Taylor Swift's Untouchable belted out from the radio. I was soon singing along with her.
I suddenly realized that I had no idea where the grocery store was.
Shit…
Okay, Okay. You can do this Bella… It's a small town...How hard can it be to find the place where you get food…? You can always call Charlie if all hope is lost... They have to have a grocery store somewhere in this green hellhole…
That somewhat helped me calm down. I drove around town for a while. I drove past people who I could have easily asked where the hell the grocery store was but me being me, I was too damn stubborn to ask for help. Somehow on my journey to the grocery store I ended up on the outskirts of town. And finally on a road just solely surrounded by trees.
I don't even think I'm in town anymore…
Pop!
What the hell was that?
Bang!
I kept on driving hoping whatever was making that sound would go away.
Then the truck halted to a stop.
"You've got to be kidding me." I muttered as I noticed the smoke coming out of the side of the hood, the place where the engine was.
"No, no, no, no, this can not be happening to me." I said my voice high in panic.
I jumped out of the truck. I opened the hood of the rusty truck. I coughed and turned my head away as the black smoke came instantly out.
"No, damn it, no." I moaned.
Then to brighten up my situation more, it started pouring rain and I was soaking wet in seconds.
"Great, just great."
I closed the hood of the truck knowing that rain would not be helping. I dashed into the old truck. I dug thought my purse until I found my phone. I turned on the phone. I looked at how many bars I have. None, zero fucking bars.
I pulled down that flap that is supposed to block the sunlight with the built in mirror then I grabbed a baby wipe from my bag to remove my runny makeup. What? They work way better than makeup normal removers and they're cheaper, so ha.
I tried to start the rust bucket.
"Come on, come on, come on," the thing didn't start despite my pleas. "Never liked you anyway, you stupid rust bucket. No wonder the last person who owned you gave you up. Fuck you rust bucket." I muttered.
So here I am sitting in the pouring rain. The rust bucket has broken down on me, my cell has no bars; all we need now is for a serial killer to come along and kill me. Great just the way you wanted to start you first day in Forks.
Time past. I was getting colder and the rain was not letting up. I checked my phone nearly every five minutes up until 2:53p.m. when my phone ran out of battery. Well shit.
I am so going to die in the beat up rust bucket tonight…and Charlie most likely isn't even worried because he must think I am still at the grocery store…this sucks monkey balls…
More time past, I was getting hunger by the minute, it was so cold in here that I could see my breath; it was still raining cats and dogs around me, and no matter how many times I pleaded the rust bucket it wouldn't start.
My stomach growled. I was getting so hungry.
I saw some headlights up ahead. I jumped out of the truck with my purse and instantly regretted going out into the rain, but if it meant me getting home who cares. I flared my arms above my head like a moron. The jeep pulled to a stop on the other side of the road, facing Forks. A man got out of the jeep with an umbrella. He jogged over to my side. He put the umbrella over both of our heads.
The man was at least 6'5. He looked buff but it was kind of dark from the rain so I couldn't really tell. I couldn't see his face but then again me being so short I had to cane my head just to look in that direction.
"What the hell are you doing out in a storm like this?" the man yelled at me. Well that was the only way you could hear another person in the rain.
"My stupid truck broke down." I yelled back.
"Come on." He said putting his arm on the small of my back. I felt electric shocks go though me.
We jogged over to the passenger side of jeep. I hadn't realized from beside the rust bucket that the jeep was taller than me. Hell the front wheel went to my waist! I tried to climb up but failed twice. When I turned back to the man he was smiling in amusement at me, at least I think he was smiling, I still couldn't see his face. It's funny how he could find something amusing in this situation. He hoisted me up and into the seat then shut the door. I felt an electric shock go though me when he touched me and when he wasn't I felt a little bit warmer where he touched me. Normally I would abject to a man touching me like this so fast but hey if this man was going to get me home alive then I'll let him touch me on the waist. I put my purse by my feet in the floor.
The man hopped into his seat and shut his door with a bang. The man turned on the jeep and it hummed to life unlike the rust bucket. He turned the heater on all the way. He shuffled for something in the back. He came up with a light blue towel and a black blanket.
"Here." The man handed me the towel and the blanket.
"Thanks." I said before I took the towel and blanket.
The man started to drive back to Forks.
I put the blanket off to the side as I tried to dry off as much as I could. I wrapped the towel around me and then the blanket around that.
I finally got a good look at the man. He had dark curly hair, with golden honey eyes. I could see now that he was very buff, naturally buff not 'I use steroids' buff. He had pale white skin but purplish burses under his eyes like he was about to fall asleep. He was the most handsome man I had ever met. And trust me growing up in New York you see a lot of hot guys.
"What's your name?" I asked him.
"Emmett Cullen and yours is…?"
"Bella, Bella Swan."
"Well Bella, Bella Swan what were you doing out in a storm like this?"
"I told you my truck broke down."
"Yes I got that part but why were you all the way out here?"
"I just got here today only to find that my dad has basically no eatable food besides fish. So I told my dad I was going to the grocery store when he showed me the truck back there. I headed out into town but I realized I had no idea where the grocery store even was and I was too stubborn to ask for direction. I mean how hard is it to find the place where you buy food? And so I somehow ended up back there. Then the truck started smoking but I hoped it would just go away and then the thing just stopped. I tried to call for my dad but there were no bars on my phone. Then it started pouring out here. But I still checked my phone every five minutes until it died. I don't know how much time past but I'm pretty sure that's it's not 12 anymore, is it?" I ended my little speech with a huff.
Emmett starting laughing at me, he had a nice booming laugh.
"I hope you realized I could have died back there and you start to laugh at me?" I nearly yelled at him.
"Sorry, sorry. And by the way no it's not 12 anymore." he pointed to the radio with the time on it. 8:28 p.m.
"Great my dad is going to kill me."
My stomach growled.
"You're hungry." He declared.
"No, no I'm fine."
My stomach growled again.
"I think you stomach is disagreeing with you." He joked.
"Really you getting me home is enough for one day."
"What I can't take a girl out to get something to eat?"
"Emmett I look like a half drowned cat." I protested.
"Really because that's not what I see."
"Won't your girlfriend mind this?"
"I don't have a girlfriend to abject, so…"
"Fine." I huffed in defeat.
So what if I wanted to spend more time with a hot single guy?
He pulled into the diner that Charlie and I used to go to until I learned to cook, West Liberty Rockitz Dinner.
"You really don't have to do this." I said one last time. And I thought he was going to drive me home but my stomach grumbled.
"Nope let's go out of the car." He said before flashing a dimpled smile at me and hopping out of the jeep.
I sighed.
I tried to undo the harness and seatbelt but it was too difficult. I hadn't noticed it but Emmett had opened the door and was nearly laughing at me. I rolled my eyes at him.
"A little help would be nice." I said.
So what if I was acting bitchy my truck broke down, I'm starving, I have a hot, nice man laughing at me, and I'm soaking wet. I think I have a right to be bitchy at this point.
Emmett unbuckled my harness and seat belt with ease. Of course he did.
I tried to get out of the jeep without falling on my ass. I mean seriously it was a high raised jeep and I was wearing boots and I was trying to hold my purse while it was drizzling outside. I tried to hop out of the jeep but I landed awkwardly and was about to fall face first into the ground when steel bands of a pair of arms caught me around the waist turning me so that was facing him. Emmett had caught me and now our faces we only inches apart.
"Do you always move this fast with all the stranded women you pick up on the side of the road?" I asked with sarcasm to get away from his piercing gaze.
Emmett chuckled lightly flashing his dimples.
"Only with you Swan." He responded.
After he put me upward with my two feet on the ground, he put his arm loosely around my shoulders and led me into the diner. As soon as we entered the diner everyone looked at us. The two waitresses, the few families and a couple of teenagers just gaped at us. The only thing I wanted to know is why they were. So what a hot ass guy brought a half drowned cat into the diner.
Emmett led me to the last booth in the corner. I felt like I was walking into the fifty's when I entered West Liberty Rockitz Diner. The booth seats were red and white striped and the tables were white with red sparkles. There was a long bar that was the same as the tables, white with red sparkles, and the bar stools were red. There was even a juke box against the far wall.
Emmett sat down on the bench across from me while I sat with my back to the other customers. Emmett handed me one of the menus that were at the edge of the table.
"Thanks." I said.
He flashed his famous dimple smile
"You're welcome." He said.
A waitress came then or she had been there and I hadn't noticed her. She was wearing a red poodle skirt, a black tucked in tee shirt and her name tag indicated that her name is Hannah. Hannah was a brunette and had freckles dashed around her nose. She had soft teal eyes and was most likely 5'8. She kinda looked like she was in her mid twenties.
"Hello," she purred at Emmett. "I'm Hannah and I will be your servers today. Can I get you anything?" She hadn't even looked in my direction.
Damn…cougar much?
I smirked at Emmett in amusement seeing his discomfort. He looked at me pleadingly for help.
"Sure you can go get me some coke." I glanced over at Emmett. "You want anything Emmy?"
I asked making it sound like we were dating.
Emmett looked relieved and a little happy too.
"I'll just have some water." He said.
The waitress walked off.
"Sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like that." I said.
"Sound like what?" He shot a dimpled smile at me. He knew exactly what it sounded like.
I rolled my eyes.
"It sounded like we were dating." I said staring at the table sparkles.
"Emmy?"
I rolled my eyes.
"Well if I was going to play the role as your girlfriend you had to have a nickname."
"Most people call me Em." He told me.
"Oh…sorry."
He shrugged. Then showed me his dimpled smile. "You can call me Emmy anytime you want though."
I rolled my eyes but smiled.
I was about to respond to what he said but the damn waitress came back. She put down my coke and Emmett's water. I hoped she hadn't put anything but ice and coke in my drink. The waitress turned her attention to Emmett.
"You decide on anything you want?" she purred at Emmett.
"I know I want you to go away." I whispered so low I don't even think I heard myself.
Emmett chuckled.
Surely he hadn't heard what I had said. Did he see something funny behind my back?
I gave him a confused look but said nothing.
"You want somethin'?" the waitress asked Emmett again and this time she stepped up her game, she twirled she hair between two of her fingers, smiled what I think was supposed to be sexy and put her hand on Emmett's forearm.
I rolled my eyes at her attempts to hold Emmett's attention.
"I know what I want unless you want to go first Emmy?" I chimed in.
"You go. I don't want anything Baby." He said.
"I'll have the Mac and cheese." I told the waitress.
She wrote that down and left.
"Baby?" I asked with one of my eyebrows raised.
"What? My names Emmy and yours is Baby." He grinned at me.
I laughed a little.
"Whatever. So...if you're my boyfriend, quote unquote, shouldn't I know more about you?" I asked.
"I start to be a senior in high school this year. I'm adopted. I have four adopted siblings. My dad is a surgeon at the hospital and my mom is mostly stay at home. Your turn, Baby."
"I just moved into town today from New York. I'm going to be a senior this year too. I have the cutest kitten, Poppy. My father is the Chief of Police and my mother thinks her fashion career will be kicking off soon because she got a job as a secretary at some fashion agency. I don't have any siblings. And I have a boyfriend named Emmy." I joked.
Emmett looked at something behind my back as I finished. Then quickly grabbed my hand and intertwined them in the middle of the table. His cold icy hand intertwined with mine. I shot him a perplexed look but then I got what he was doing when the waitress appeared with my food.
She put my food down in front of me and quickly turned her attention to Emmett.
"Are you sure there isn't anything I could give you?" I think both Emmett and I got the double meaning of her question. I tried really hard not to laugh at Emmett's uneasiness.
Emmett glanced at me, dimpled at me, lifted our intertwined fingers and kissed my knuckles. The waitress stared right at him as he did that but Emmett only looked right into my eyes.
It was for a second that I wish we were actually dating not faking it so the waitress would go away. I hadn't known Emmett long probably less than an hour but we got along like we had known each other for years. Emmett seemed like the perfect guy for a relationship but he had said that he didn't have a girlfriend. Was he just saying that or did he really mean it? Maybe he just broke up with her?
The waitress got the message and left. I somehow detangled my hand from Emmett's unwillingly and started to eat my Mac and cheese. Emmett watched me eat, opening looking at me, and it made me feel self-conscious.
"Why are you looking at me like that Boyfriend?" I asked.
He shrugged.
"You look interesting while you eat," cue the dimple grin. "You make this face when you open your mouth. It's cute."
I shook my head but didn't say anything and went back to eating.
"You not hungry Boyfriend?" I asked him after I had finished half of my dinner.
"I already ate."
"Well I'm full."
I kind of downed my coke and then realized how much I had to pee.
"Hey Boyfriend I have to use the restroom," I handed him my purse. "Watch my purse please." I said.
I walk towards the area that said bathrooms but when I got half way I looked back at Emmett. He was staring right after me. I had caught Emmett Cullen staring at me. I smirked at him and turned the corner for the bathroom.
A few minutes later I was heading out of the bathroom and was surprised to find Emmett standing near the door holding my purse. I looked over at the table where we had sat only to find the waitress clearing it.
I walked over to Emmett and he handed me my purse without a word.
"Thanks but what about the bill?" I asked. Surely he hadn't paid right? I mean he didn't even touch his water. And since when did you get the bill and pay in a few minutes?
"I already paid. Let's take you home Baby." He winked at me and held open the door.
I walked out the door but dug around in my purse for my money not caring if it was lightly raining out here still.
"What are you doing?" Emmett asked me.
"Looking for my money." I told him.
"Why?"
I looked up at him.
"Because Emmett you didn't even touch your water. I'm not just going to let you pay! I only met you like an hour and a half ago at most!"
"I don't want your money Bella. Keep it or I'll find some way to put it back in your purse before you're home."
I glared at him.
"I'll find a way to repay you." I vowed.
He took a few steps towards me and whispered in my ear, "I can think of a few ways."
I rolled my eyes but smiled.
"Slow down Boyfriend. I don't think we're ready for that yet."
I led the way back to Emmett's jeep with him right behind me. He walked me over to the passenger side and opened the door.
"Thanks Boyfriend but I think I can get up this time."
Emmett said nothing but smirked at me and held open the jeep door. I put my purse on the jeep floor and tried a few times to get in. I turned around to ask Emmett for help but I saw him still smirking at me. I glared at him.
"Can you please help me?" I asked still annoyed that he was right.
"That's all you had to do, ask." He said.
Emmett grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up and into the jeep. Emmett started to buckle me up like some baby.
I sighed.
"I am capable of doing that." I told him.
"Are you sure, because I remember you saying something like that earlier and look how that tuned out."
I rolled my eyes but let him buckle me in.
Emmett shut the door and jogged around to the driver side. He started the jeep and backed up. Soon we were driving through the main square of town.
"Thanks." Emmett said suddenly.
"Huh?" I asked.
"For saving me for the waitress."
"Oh…well I guess you're welcome…and thanks for dinner."
"Anytime."
"So…um…where do you live?"
I gave him the direction to my house and no less than five minutes later were we pulling up to Charlie's driveway. It had somehow stopped raining by now. The porch light was on and there was light coming through the kitchen window. I think I saw Charlie looking out from the kitchen window but I wasn't sure. All I saw was the window curtain move.
Emmett killed the engine and got out of the jeep. I stared after him in confusion until he was opening the jeep door.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"Making sure you don't fall out and break your ass."
I shook my head but let him unbuckle me. I grabbed my purse and was about to try and jump down but Emmett held out his hand for me. I placed mine hand in his cold one and hopped down. Emmett shut the jeep door and put his hand on either side on the car so he was leaning close to me, trapping me between his hands. I could feel his cold breath brush on up against my face. His piercing gold eyes looked like they could read my soul right about now. I shivered and it wasn't form the cold wind.
"So…um…thanks for not letting me freeze my ass off in my truck." I told him.
He chuckled.
"Anytime."
I nodded not looking away from his eyes.
"You know if I was your real boyfriend I would be kissing you good night?"
I leaned in and stood on my tippy toes. I whispered in his ear, "Well then I guess one day you should take me out on a real date so then you could kiss me good night, huh Boyfriend?"
I kissed his cheek and ducked under his arm. I started to walk up to my house but turned around to see Emmett staring after me.
"Bye Boyfriend." I said.
He gave me one more dimpled grin before I turned around and went inside.
I ran into the kitchen and looked out the window just in time to see Emmett was pulling out of the driveway. Emmett disappeared around the corner.
"Bye Boyfriend." I whisper.
I turn around and nearly stepped on Poppy. I picked her up and started snuggling her. Poppy started purring.
"You're hungry." I said to my cat.
I refilled Poppy's water dish and started to fill her food dish when Charlie walked into the kitchen.
"Your back." He said.
"Yep alive too." I told him.
"I tried to call you but it went straight to voice mail."
"My phone died."
I put Poppy's dishes down and she went right to eating.
I was about to go finish unpacking when Charlie talked again.
"Whose jeep was that? I don't think I've ever seen it around here."
"Emmett Cullen's."
"Dr. Cullen's kid?"
I shrugged.
"I guess. I think he mentioned his dad worked at the hospital."
"Huh…what were you doing with him and where's your truck?"
"The truck broke down and Emmett gave me a ride…after he took me to the diner for dinner."
"When did the truck break down?"
"About an hour after you gave it to me."
"But that was nine hours ago."
"I know I was a little bit outside of town and there were no cell phone connections. So I just sat there for a few hours."
Charlie sighed.
"I'll call Jake in the morning and I'll have him fix the truck again."
"Who's Jake?"
"He's the one who I bought the truck from."
"Oh…well…um… I'm going to finish unpacking."
I grabbed my purse and Poppy and headed for my room.
"Remember you start school in a week and a half!" Charlie called after me.
"Okay!" I called back.
I tossed my purse on my bed and plopped Poppy in her bed. I dug out my bathroom supplies and my bed wear. And when I mean bed wear I mean a tank top and a boy basketball shorts.
I was about to head into the bathroom when I spotted something poking out from my purse. Curiously I pulled it out. It was a napkin from the diner. It was white with their logo on it in the corner. Written in the middle in black sharpie was Emmett's name then aka Emmy/Boyfriend, his phone number and the words call me xoxo. I smiled and put it on my desk.
I headed into the bathroom. After I was showered, teeth brushed, and hair brushed I went back into my bedroom. I walked in only to find Poppy sleeping right in the middle of my bed. I put my purse on the desk right next to the napkin. I got out my phone and put Emmett's number in but I didn't call him for one it was ten thirty at night, two, I didn't want to seem desperate.
I shuffled over to my bed grabbed Poppy and brought her up to the top of the bed with me. I laid her next to me on the pillow.
Tomorrow I would call Emmett and he would hopefully still be interested in me. Boy did I hope so. I would start my last year of high school in less than two weeks and hopefully make some friends. I had my cute Poppy to take care of. And Charlie who's not as bad as Renée maybe we could get along fine.
Maybe just maybe living in Forks won't be that bad after all…
So…um… what do you think?
Should I continue it or just leave it because it's horrible?
I really hope that didn't suck monkey balls…