Shane and Laura belong to me, the rest belongs to Stephenie Meyer.



Trip Of A Lifetime.

Prologue.

"Laura! Hey! Guess what!"

A few angry looks from the other people studying around me were shot towards my classmate.

"Hey, and Shane, you do realise this is a library?"

Shane shrugged as he plonked his scrawny butt down next to me. He was practically bouncing off the chair waiting for me to ask what his excitement was about. I let him stew for a few minutes, as I finished the paper I was writing.

"Guess what..." He whispered.

His mood was contagious, and I soon found myself wondering what the big news was.

"What?" I whispered back.

"My parents finally gave me my birthday present today!"

I smiled, knowing he had been waiting for this present since his 21st three months ago.

"And you'll never guess what it is!"

I looked at him, eyebrow raised, waiting for him to tell me. Usually his parents told me what they were planning on getting him, but this year they'd been unusually secretive.

"It's two tickets, for... "He did a finger drum roll. "...An around America tour!"

It took a while before the 'two' clicked into significance in my head.

"Two? Who else are you planning on taking?"

He rolled his eyes at me, before putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Well, I only know of one person who is completely and hopelessly in love with the Twilight Saga, so taking that and the fact that the tour includes a week in Forks into account..."

I looked up at him wide eyed.

"Shut UP!"

Another set of angry looks were shot my way.

"Thought you'd be pleased!"

I practically ran out of the library, leaving a slightly shocked Shane in my wake.

"Whoa Laura! Slow down will you? I can only run so fast with all your junk!"

I stopped outside, barely managing to keep myself upright, before jumping up and down trying hard not to scream. I hugged Shane so tight he had to nearly push me over before I let go.

"So... You're not happy then?"

"Shane, I'm so much more than happy! I can't wait to tell my 'rents!"

Shane grinned, hugging me tight again. We'd both been studying so hard lately; we deserved a holiday.

"We leave in three weeks time!"

"That's cool, plenty of time to pack and plan. How longs the trip itself?"

"Just over two months... long enough for you?"

I slapped him gently on the arm, before we set off towards home and the new excitement of a holiday.


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