A/N: Set at start of Twilight. Forks has a regional airport. Written from Ravon's POV
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Ravon and Marie. Twilight is the propert of Stephanie Meyer
I looked around, the glare from the snow blinding me as the door opened. I slipped on my sunglasses for the second time today and stepped down, the propellers winding down as the plane shut down, the Captain stepping down after me. I sighed and shivered, pulling my jacket closer, smelling the scent. "Gah, Sooner I get in the terminal..." I shivered, hurrying across the tarmac, narrowly missing a fuel truck that skidded to a halt, its horn blaring, I ignored it, Not my problem.
I got into the terminal and waited, angrily for security. When I got there I was asked a hundred questions. Now if there's one thing I hate...it is being interrogated.
"Name is Ravon. I'm 17, I'm from Pullman, It's none of your freaking business why I'm here!" I snarled at the security guy, grabbing my bag I stalked off, seeing a familiar face I ran over, my shoulder length black hair streaming back, my combat boots clicked on the floor, with my black jeans and WSU t-shirt sweat-soaked. I do not do flights or stress. Most infamously fainting on an international flight, causing it to make an emergency landing. 340 people hated me from then on.
Marie saw me and pulled me into a tight embrace, "Ugh..." I muttered, "I'm not flying again." I whispered, she nodded, and tossed her head at the exit, "C'mon" she smiled, "Besides. It's not a ten hour drive with my music this time". I smirked at that remark, remembering too well the fact it'd been ten hours of rock..
"Alright, but..you're driving" I laughed, as I got in and buckled up, An hour later we were in Forks. And in trouble. The law had found us. I sighed and handed over the details, we got off wth a warning. Maybe it was the fact I was wearing a WSU t-shirt...?
Another hour later we were seated in a diner, munching on hamburgers and fries and watching the snow fall, it hurt to know Marie had to go, but at least I arrivd safely. Se stood up and handed me a necklace, a ritual between me and her. I slipped it on and nodded, wiping a tear from my eye. I slipped my jacket on and turned to go, when Marie slipped a set of keys into my hand. "Sports car" she whispered, and kissed my cheek then walked out, I watched her go, then paid and walked out to find a Trans Am in the parking lot, a crimson Pontiac sports car.
Grinning I got in and started it, unsure of where I was headed. Suddenly I had an idea. Forks High, enroll for classes. I gunned the engine and headed there, driving sideways for most of it, engine screaming, radio on, playing an 80s love ballad. Kind of funny that...I never get love songs, but this one fit perfectly, I looked up to the sky and gave a silent prayer of thanks, then laughed, "Who picks these songs?" I wondered out loud
Forks High is the most un-school like building anywhere on the peninsula. I walked into the general office and sighed. Empty. Of course it would be at 1am. I turned around and headed to a hotel, and booked in for the night. Hopefully hotels up here had a good bed? As it turned out, this one did.
