It was the perfect last day. We took a long walk on the beach and spent what precious moments were left together. I would miss him unbearably. I had to leave early the next morning to return to Forks, Washington. A washed up town where nothing ever happened.
I had spent the past four weeks in sunny Pheonix on vacation with my dad and a impish boy who I was afraid I was falling for. This wasn't part of the vacation. This wasn't supposed to happen. Because I knew, I knew that I would have to go home and leave whatever bliss I had found.
"Bella, what's wrong?" He traced his thumb over my knuckles and smiled his crooked smile. I smiled sadly in return, "I don't want to go back home." I sighed, defeated.
"I know. But we'll see each other again." He kissed my forehead, taking a moment to breathe in the scent of my hair one last time, "Fuck, I'm going to miss you so much." He groaned.
I lifted my head, "I wish I didn't have to go." I leaned my forehead against his. This was it. The end. The end of a great vacation and the end of blissful, utterly perfect summer romance.
He kissed me gently, making me melt against him. If this was the last time I kissed him, I was going to make this count. I gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, filling the empty space between us.
Forks, Washington. Population; not even worth mentioning.
This was a washed up place, nothing ever happened here and no one ever left. No one ever visited. Just goes to show how horrendous this town was.
This place was situated under a permanent rain cloud with very little sunshine. Much like my fucking life.
My dad was a police officer here, constantly working, so I never really got to see him and when I did, he was passed out on the couch after drinking to much beer and smoking too many cigarettes. Good old Charlie Swan.
Every weekend was the same, I'd come home from wandering the streets and have to clean up his mess. It was my life and I had grew to live with it, even if I hated it.
It was 7.30am and I yet to move from my bedroom. I didn't have to look out of the window to check the weather. The dull light coming through it was enough to confirm my suspicion. It was raining. Again.
I stared at the faded pink colour on my wall and thought back to summer and sunshine. To the boy that made my heart swell and break all at the same time. I wished I was back there, feeling the sun burn my pale skin, his hand in mine as we walked along the beach enjoying silent company. My throat closed up, I fucking missed it. I missed it all. The four weeks of pure, unadulterated bliss and lust.
"Fuck my life." I groaned, lying back on my bed.
I lifted my cell and sighed. I wasn't supposed to text him, or call him. We had agreed not to do that, it would only make things harder.
And besides, it was a fling. Nothing more, nothing less. But I couldn't shake the feeling of being heartbroken at the thought of never seeing him again, breathing his scent ever again, kissing his lips ever again.
Okay, Bella, this isn't helping.
I growled at myself. This was how it was supposed to be. Get the fuck over it already.
You see, I have this problem of trusting too quickly, and falling head over heels in love too quickly. And it was a problem. A huge fucking problem. That's just the type of person I am, and I guess I'll always be that way.
But today, I was jaded. And I knew I had to put that to the back of mind and put on a brave face for school.
I sat in Biology, doodling on my notepad, not caring, not paying attention.
Jessica, my best friend, sat next to him, typing furiously on her phone. She sighed, irritated with whatever appeared on her phone. "What's wrong?" I whispered.
She growled, throwing her phone into her bag, "Mike."
I rolled my eyes, that explained it. Her and Mike have been having 'problems' lately. And by problems, I mean, they were fighting over nothing. Mike's dad got a new job, which meant he had to go to Seattle a few days out the month and Mike had to go with him. Jess was not happy and has been on his case ever since she found out last week. I was starting to grow tired of it. They had the perfect relationship. They've been dating since they were twelve.
"He just won't see my point of view." She muttered, folding her arms across her chest.
Her green eyes clouded over in anger, which was rather amusing since she never got angry that often. She tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear and glared at the table.
I couldn't really remember how me and Jess became friends. I just remember her always being there, where ever I was. She was a sheep. We were an odd pairing, but a pairing all the same.
I smiled sympathetically at her and before I knew, I said the words that invited her to give me a headache for the rest of the day, "We'll talk about it at lunch, okay?" I nudged her arm and turned back to my doodling.
I jumped when the bell rang, signalling the end of Biology. Thank fuck.
The halls were crowded with students rushing to their locker to get ready for their next class. Jess had English next so I wasn't in her class, since I had Theatre Studies.
Well done, Bella. Choosing a class that you will never use. What are you planning on doing when you graduate?
I sighed inwardly and sulked my way to class. I couldn't really argue with myself though. I had literally no idea what the fuck I wanted to do after high school. I just knew I had to get out of this washed up piece of dump town.
Again, the class dragged in and I sat doing sweet fuck all, doodling on my notepad.
"I trust you have studied your lines, everyone." The teacher's voice broke through my musings.
I couldn't give a crap about this class, I was a terrible actress. I mumbled through my lines, wasn't overly enthusiastic and tripped over air. I was a danger to myself at times.
The rest of the day flew in, maybe because I wasn't paying attention, or maybe because I wished for the sweet relief of death when Jess started rambling about Mike again. Maybe it was both.
Some friend you are, Bella.
I knew I could be a crappy friend at times, but there was only so many times I could hear "Mike and I are so done." in the one day. It never happened though, they always made up.
Bipolar relationship much?
My red truck roared to life, scaring a few freshmans. Yes, my truck was old and rusty and completely hideous, it hadn't escaped my notice either. I hated it.
My dad thought it was a great gift for my seventeenth birthday. I almost threw up in my mouth when I saw it. It belonged in the 50's, but it got me from A to B. I just had to swallow what little pride I had and get over it.
I pulled up outside my house and frowned when I spotted the police cruiser. Dad was home. Weird. He was never home at this time.
I pushed open the front door, dumped my bag at the foot of the stairs and walked through to the kitchen. I found my dad there, going through paperwork that he clearly didn't understand.
His forehead creased, making his wrinkles more prominent. He sighed, exasperated as he pushed the papers away. He glanced up, eyes widening when he noticed me, "Hey Bells." He gave me a sad smile and scratched his cheek awkwardly.
I raised a brow, "You okay?" I leaned against the frame of the door, crossing my arms over my chest.
Something changed in his eyes, and I should have prepared myself for what came next.