So this is basically the stripped down, revised, revived, rewritten and all around better version of a shitty Fanfiction I did a few years ago.
I wrote most of this last year, but never got around to posting it, so the first few chapters should be steady, but after that, who knows.
Disclaimer: I don't own shit, save Poppy, Ian and the storyline, so don't sue me or anything, dig?
Prologue
It only took me one moment to decide to leave New York City for Forks. One second I was desolate and grieving Ian, and the next, I was determined and on my computer buying plane tickets. I barely looked at the price as I paid online. The next flight to Seattle left from JFK in three hours, and I would be on it.
I grabbed my suitcases and threw the first things my hands fell on. I packed most of the clothes I had with me; I didn't know how long I would be staying. I whirled around my old bedroom in my parent's house, collecting anything I might want, moving with barely a thought. I grabbed pants, shirts, shoes at random, and only as a second thought did I grab the stack of books on my bedside table and throw them on top. I paused at my dressing table, picking up the little necklace with the pressed flower inside Ian had given me three years ago. My eyes pricked and my throat choked up with tears before I got a hold on myself again. I wouldn't cry again yet. Not until I got there.
It was just as I was walking out of the front door of the old brownstone that had been in my mother's family for generations that I remembered to call my mother. I dialed her cell phone number quickly as I hailed a cab.
"Poppy?" My mother answered. I barely cringed at the name now.
"Hi, mom. It's kind of spur of the moment, but I'm going to Forks."
"What? Poppy-"
"Hold on. JFK airport, please," I instructed the driver before I spoke to my mother again. "I've made up my mind. I've got my tickets already and I don't just want to sit around the city anymore. I need to do something, go somewhere, and Forks is definitely a somewhere."
"But honey, I don't want you staying alone right now. That's why you're staying with me in the first place, remember?"
"I'll be fine, mom, really."
There was a pause on the other line before my mother answered. "Could you wait until I get home to say goodbye, at least?"
"Could you meet me at the airport? My plane leaves in a few hours."
"Okay, Poppy. I'll meet you there in twenty minutes."
"Alright, mom, see you then." We hung up and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on the seat. I wouldn't cry yet.