I had never been so happy to be folding clothes in my life. I had just graduated from Forks High School about a week ago and tomorrow I'm moving to Seattle for college. I decided to go early to get a head start, plus I never needed change more than now. I may be very consistent, but I love change. When my mom married Phil, a traveling baseball player, I had just broken up with my first love Mike and needed to get away once I found out he had been cheating on me for four months out of our 17 month relationship. So I told my mom I was moving away from Phoenix to give her the ability to travel with Phil, and I took off to Forks.
Forks was no different from Phoenix, despite the change in weather and city style. Teenagers are teenagers, no matter where you go. I was a bit jaded, and was slow to trust anyone, but Jacob was persistent. I guess it's true what they say, it does pay off, at least on his side. I gave in after a while and consented to date him. After Mike I would agree to one date with a guy and he made clear his intention (which was nothing more than getting in my pants) I'd end it. So Jacob had a bit of a victory when I agreed to be his girlfriend. We decided that come graduation we would break up, both realizing there was little to no chance we'd ever make it further than that and would rather end on good terms. The good terms thing would have worked, except for the fact he ignored me the last week before graduation, despite all the effort I put forth. So screw him. He proved once again what dicks guys can be.
I had a best friend, Carina, back in Phoenix who was amazing. We grew up together, meeting in 3rd grade and never having a single fight. It was like we were sisters; actually, when her step-dad was stationed in Japan and she almost had to move, my mother offered to adopt her. Towards sophomore year, Carina started hanging out with another girl named Lauren Mallory. I never liked her much, but put up with her for my friends sake. With time, I lost Carina to drinking, sex, and drugs all thanks to Lauren, despite my best efforts. 8 years of best friendship lost. Girls are bitches too, I decided.
My friends in Forks were about the same, but being that I was more hesitant to trust, things ended better. A girl named Jessica befriended me, and before long I could tell exactly what kind of girl she was, a gossiping fiend using me for the popularity my new girl status seemed to have caused. I was thankful when Angela, sweet and sincere, offered to be my friend, but oh, how perceptive she is. She was best friends with a boy named Emmett, and thus introduced us. Emmett was, at first, the scariest man I have ever seen. I say man because teenager does not fit, though beast would. Yes this man is a beast. Arms as thick as roman columns, core as wide as a tree trunk. But once I tried to shake his hand, only to be pulled into a bone crushing hug, I realized this man-beast was nothing more than an oversized teddy bear, my own personal body-guard teddy bear.
Emmett was none too pleased with my choice of boyfriend in Forks, Jacob, especially after hearing about Mike. He warned Jacob not to hurt me, so I guess there should be no surprise that Jakes house is now covered in eggs, his car saran wrapped, and Jake himself with a black eye. Emmett said it would have been worse had the guy done anything like Mike, but considering I told him Jacob was great and didn't deserve any pain, Emmett vented in what he considered "a simple way to remember me by".
This brings us to today, me packing for Seattle. Emmett has a friend who just moved in with his fiancée, so there is an apartment with a month rent already paid, and I'm more than welcome to take it, provided the other bedroom goes to Emmett of course. Haha, who else would it go to? I love that boy as if he were my older brother. Angela would be more than welcome with us, but she's going to a different university to be closer to her boyfriend, Ben. I'm looking forward to moving in with Emmett. He would never hit on me, so I don't have to worry about any of the normal considerations when moving in with someone of the opposite sex. He'll always protect me. He has the same lifestyle as me, which entails being responsible: waking up at decent hours, no late night partying, no strangers being brought home, cleanliness, things such as that, all subject to change of course on special occasions. I think it'll work out nicely. The apartment is supposed to be located in the nice business and restaurant side of town, and seeing as I want to get a job at a restaurant, it works out nicely. Oh, I can't wait.