Nessie:
"Come on Dad," I begged, following him into the kitchen and then the living room. "Please! I miss Forks, and Billy and Charlie. Don't forget Seth and Justine. Come on! Jacob will take good care of me."
Dad stopped and turned back to me. I pressed my hand down on his arm, and let pictures of Jake saving me from anything that could have ever hurt me flood into my mind. I knew he was seeing all of this. He sighed heavily and lay down on the couch. "Fine. But you're leaving tomorrow, so you better pack."
"Thank you!" I screeched, rocketing up the stairs. I almost collided with Aunt Rose, who rolled her eyes and told me to have fun with the "mutt". I smiled and locked Alice out of my room so she couldn't pack anything. But she actually took the door down. I am not kidding. And so I just sat there while she packed hordes of clothes into my suitcase. Joy.
The next morning, I woke up and realized we would be on a plane for about 30 hours. Ugh, I hated airplanes. We could just run, but people would notice. So I dressed quickly in a pair of jeans and one of Jake's long sleeved shirts I had held onto for a while now. It smelled like him and I kept it with me whenever he had to leave and go off somewhere.
I ate the last 2 pop tarts in the house and waited for Jacob to pick me up. In the meantime, I had to say goodbye to everyone. I got a ton of "Be safe", "Don't get hurt" and "We'll miss you" before Jake pulled up in his truck. Grateful, I ran out and off we went to the airport.
"I can't believe we're actually going back to Forks!" I cried. We were about half an hour away from landing. I was absolutely sick and tired of the stupid airplane, especially the bratty little kid behind me who kept kicking my seat. "Oh, Jake! Can we go see everybody at La Push first?"
When he didn't reply, I looked over at him from my window and saw he had a death grip on his arm rest. Oh, that's right. Jacob hadn't had the courage to face his dad yet…
"Jake," I whispered, taking his free hand. "It's gonna work itself out. Don't worry. I'm here for you, and Justine and Seth will be, too. We love you."
Justine (in honor of my first reviewer, Love ya!) was the girl Seth had imprinted on. She was my age, and about my height too. She had long black hair, almost down to her hips and big brown eyes that were always shining. Did I mention she was my best friend? Well, she was.
He took a shaky breath and turned to look at me, his eyes looking slightly tired and helpless. "I know Nessie. But it's actually been 6 years. Are you sure he'll even want to see me, let alone talk to me?" He pressed his lips to my forehead, although I don't know why. He was the one that needed comforting. "I know you'll be there for me. And I love you. But I'm just worried. What if he's mad and doesn't want to see me, Nessie?"
He was breaking my heart…