Second story!! YAY!!! ^-^

Disclaimer: Like, holy crap, I just found out I don't own Twilight! SM owns all the good stuff!!

This is my newest story!! Yay!!

Um, unlike my other T rated story, this one does have some swearing and stuff in it. So ya. BEWARE!! LMAO.

ONWARD MARCH!!

Playlist for Chapter:

Get Off My Back - Bryan Adams
I Know You Want Me - Pitbull
Sexy Superman - DJ Diamond

"Aw, c'mon Renny! Really!" Nikita grumbled under her breath as she dusted off the dirt and mud off of the backside of her jeans. "You didn't need to go and push me over."

"But I did," I laughed at her.

She looked down at me, rolled her dark brown eyes, and shook her head.

Ivory was being timid Ivory, and she said nothing.

This was my life; Nikki yelling at me 'cause I did something wrong, Ivy being quiet, and of course, me laughing my butt off, and all of us swearing and using cuss words.

My friends and I were like the three senoritasof Belfield, North Dakota. Ivy and her blond-white hair and Nikki with her dark, expressive eyes and loud mouth, were my best friends, and they have been for almost three years now. We knew everything about each other; favorite colors, favorite sayings, favorite movies, each others enemies, how much we swear . . . how much we eat.

How we all met? Well, Nikki and I both lived on the same street for years, but she had three other sisters to hang out with, so she never bothered looking for a best friend, or even a friend for that matter. Then, finally, when all of the sisters moved out, she noticed me. We clicked instantly; she yelled at me when I did something wrong, which made me become somewhat well mannered, and I stopped her from doing stupid things; if we hadn't met each other then, we'd probably would have met each other in a juvenile detention center. When we had met Ivy, Ivy told Nikita that her name was quite unique and strange, and that she needs to blend in more, so she started calling her Nikki. The name stuck.

And Ivy, petite shy Ivy. She had just moved here from some place in Washington–like, Seattle or something–and all of the guys were trying to kiss her and stuff just because she was from a richer, upper middle class family. Nikki ended up breaking some kid's nose, and I gave three boys' bruises that were the size of Texas. And Ivy had gained her nickname for when she did mange to insult someone; that girl may be quiet, but man, she was like poison ivy when she verbally attacked people.

"Earth to Renita! Earth to Renita! Shit, Ivy, we've lost her!" Nikki yelled in my ear.

I yelped and went shooting toward the sky. My heart was racing when I landed on my feet after the jump, and I bared my teeth at her in a mock snarl. My ears were still ringing.

Ivy started to laugh, jumping off of the edge of the white wooden fence that she was sitting on. The fence she had been sitting on lined the road, keeping the cows in, and other animals out.

The sky was starting to clear after the rain that had happened only a few hours ago; it was light, and bright, with the sun high and clear in the sky. The dark gray clouds were heading toward the west, and they were almost gone. The road we were standing on was gravel, and it crunched under our feet when we walked. The many yellow wheat and grain field across the road from us were swaying with the breeze of wind that past by every few minutes. The other fence across the road was white too, but duller then the one Ivy had been sitting on. There were no trees for miles to come, so we just got to bask in the sunlight of the hot July air.

I loved this place. We were hanging out on the road by old Ben's house; he didn't like when other kids hung around on the road, but he didn't seem to mind when we did.

"Sorry," I admitted sheepishly. "I was thinking."

Ivy smiled at me, pushing a few strands of loose hair back behind her shoulders; I swear that girl has never cut her hair in her life. It was almost down to the bottom of her knees, and almost always in some sort of bun or braid to keep it out of her eyes. "Will you two stop yelling? I swear people back in Washington can hear you."

"Well, in that case," Nikki said teasingly before she started to shriek, "I wish I could go to Washington and see where Ivy used to live!"

"And I want to see some of the coastal towns!" I chimed in, screaming at the top of my lungs. "And I want a pet!"

"Why would people in Washington care if you wanted a pet?" Ivy asked, raising one of her very pale blond eyebrows.

"I have no clue." I shrugged. "I just want a pet."

"A spider?" Nikki suggested, her red hair shaking with her as she laughed. Her hair was the middle length; it was to her shoulders, and quite wavy, so wavy even with Ivy's very expensive straighter, we had never been able to get all of the waves out.

I mock snarled again, and snapped out, "Shut the hell up, you insane witch." They knew I had a fear of spiders, and they loved to tease me about it. Even the thought of the bug with more then four legs, hair, and like, a thousand eyes were enough to scare the crap out of me.

"A daddy-long legs maybe!" Nikki said thoughtfully. "Or a black widow!"

I was shivering and whining now. "Nikki, stop it!" Images of spiders where coming to mind, and I hated the feeling of the creepy cold fingers that seemed to crawl up my spine. The fear felt like a spider, the creepy cold spider that was crawling up my spine.

"Shut up Nikki," Ivy said, coming to the rescue. She placed a delicate looking hand on my shoulder. "You know she'll have nightmares."

"Isn't that the point?" Nikki asked, shaking out her red hair.

Ivy rolled her eyes this time. "We won't get you a spider, Renny."

"You better not. Remember the last time someone showed me a spider? The ass licker had a bruise for about four weeks!" I cried.

"Ass licker? Where'd you come up with that one?" Nikki asked, laughing again; her laugh was loud and very catchy.

I shrugged. "I was going to say ball licker, but he'd probably like that."

Ivy stuck her tongue out. "Ew, mental image."

"Oh please, just please! I didn't need that!" Nikki cried, covering her eyes. "Yeesh!"

I started to laugh, and we were all laughing until Ivy's cell phone rang. She whipped it out of her pocket, flipped it open and said, "Ivory here. Oh hey Mom!" There was a pause, and the grin she was wearing slipped away from her face. "Oh. Oh."

Shock filled my veins as I stared at Nikki. I knew she was thinking that same thing.

There was another pause, and the color drained from Ivy's face, and her eyes widened. "But I didn't think–Yes, I know, I know. Dad doesn't like that. But still, shouldn't we–" She was cut off, and her jaw hardened. "Well, Dad can't keep me from seeing Grandma Rosie, can he?" There was another pause. "Sure as shit he can't. I don't care if Grandma Rosie and Dad don't get along. He can't just do that. It's wrong."

Nikki's eyes widened, and the shock flared; we all knew about Ivy's grandma. She was the sweetest, kindest old lady ever, and she made freaking awesome cookies.

"Mom, I'm packing. I'm going to see Grandma Rosie." With that, Ivy flipped the phone shut.

"What the hell was that about?" Nikki asked.

Wonder flooded through my own system, covering up the shock as I nodded eagerly.

"We're going to Washington," Ivy said flatly.

Okay, just to clear some things up:

This is after Breaking Dawn.

Ivy's real name is Ivory, but it explains why she's called Ivy. She's sixteen.

Nikki's real name is Nikita (Pronouced Na-KEE-tah) and it explains above. She's seventeen.

Renny's real name is Renita (Pronouced Ren-EE-TAH) and it doesn't explain above so I guess I'll just not tell you and make you find out later in the story. XD She just turned sixteen.

Um, this is only my second fanfic, and I do like reviews!! It helps me write faster, AND prevents global warming!! Haha, I'm kidding about the global warming thing. :P XD

That's it, I think. THANKS FOR READING!!

Bai!