"C'mon Bells, catch up!" the teenage Asian girl called over he shoulder, her schoolbooks tight to her chest.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" I hollered behind her, stumbling to catch up. Kagome was waiting for me patiently. I was slightly annoyed. She knows I can't walk, even run across a flat surface. My nose scrunched up in irritation and I scowl. Kagome laughs at my display.
"Aw… I'm sorry. Just teasing! Can't little Bella-wella take a joke?" she cooed mockingly, taking one of her hands and pinching my cheek. Through my peevishness, I started laughing. Kagome giggled.
"Alright, alright! You're forgiven," I cave, giggling along with Kagome. We continued to chit-chat and gossip as friends do as we walked out of the parking lot, rushing to our first period class to escape the fine mist of Forks.
We walked into English just as the final bell was tolling. We took our customary seats next to each other right when the teacher came to the front of the room.
"Alright students! Turn to chapter nine in your Wuthering Heights book…" she said, and continued to have a discussion about the chapter we read last night. After my fourth time reading this book, I don't think I needed any further help with deciphering the meaning. It wasn't worth the attention or the grade just to feel the phantom outline of the hole in my chest. It is why I usually steered clear of romance novels these days.
Of course, Kagome was paying attention intently, writing notes inside the margins. When I pretended to be perusing my book, my mind drifted…
…
It has been nine months since he has left. The first four months were a large blur. Days blended together into weeks, and weeks into months. The hole in my chest when he took my heart was excruciating, burning around the edges like a cigarette burn. If being changed into a vampire was unbearable, I would welcome the pain. Anything to fill the void.
After Renee tried to drag me out of my misery to Florida, I snapped out of it. I found when I opened my eyes for the first time in four months, I was alone. My friends had deserted me, even Angela and Jessica. Charlie had taken an extra shift so he wouldn't have to spend time around me. I was invisible. Just like I always wanted.
So it surprised me during dinner when he cleared his throat nervously to speak.
" Um, Bella I have something to talk about with you," he stated bluntly, trying to gauge my reaction.
I paused my fork in midair and peered curiously at Charlie with the usual vacant look in my eye that has been my constant emotion for the past five months. "Sure. What is it?"
He studied my face once more and sighed. "Forks High School is hosting an exchange student from Japan. I hope you don't mind, but I volunteered us for the host family. We have to pick her up at the airport in Port Angeles in a week," he said casually, as if talking about the weather.
My body tensed. How could he sound so casual about it? This was not very much like Charlie. I could not find him being…well…open or either caring whether the foreign exchange student had a home or not. What would they do? Charlie is barely home and even when he is, all he does it watch the TV. Plus, he didn't make a whole lot of money so for some else to be living here…
Then it clicked. He didn't do this because he wanted do. He was doing this…for…me? He thought bringing in an outsider, someone who isn't Edward, would just heal me completely? While I was touched by his concern and his somewhat screwed up logic, I was infuriated by his meddling. I wanted to stay invisible! Invisible was good!
But, yet, I kept my face neutral. "Okay. Where from Japan?" I asked, trying still to keep my emotions in check.
"I think from Tokyo. Her family owns a shrine there," he answered, trying to get me comfortable with the situation.
While I was brooding over the situation, we ate our meal in silence. As Charlie wiped his mouth on his napkin, he spoke.
"When the exchange student comes, I'll be working at the station, making the rounds. It is right after school, so could you go and pick her up at the airport? It would help a lot," he asked carefully, as if measuring how much impact every word had on me.
Conflict wore on in my mind. While one part of my mind was outraged, the other part was understanding, maybe even excited? Charlie examined my eyes, which I'm sure showed my inner tug-o-war with my emotions.
"Okay," I breathed, getting out of my seat to wash the dishes. Charlie walked to the living room to plop down on the couch looking partially disappointed, and partially hopeful, because for the first time in months I showed what little emotion I had to offer. It always made me sad, that he was disappointed. It was not his fault I was just a shell of a person. He deserved better.
A week passed by slowly, as they always do in hell. The day came that had to pick up the girl at the airport. Right after school I got in my rusty truck and wheezed my way to Port Angeles. I parked my truck and pulled the crumpled piece of paper out of my jean pocket, on which I wrote the terminal number.
Apparently, I was ten minutes early, so I pulled the book I was reading, an American Tragedy, out of my book bag. True, it was a romance, but it was mainly about a man who murders his own fiancé because she is in a lower class than him and was only marrying her because she was pregnant. It seemed to agree with me.
A steady stream of people then started walking out of the gate. I cursed and stuffed the book in my backpack again. Charlie would flip if I lost the exchange student. I smoothed out the paper from my jean pocket and wrote "Kagome Higurashi", at least I think that was her name, on the back. I then walked towards the front of the crowd waiting for their loved ones and held up the piece of paper. I'm sure she wouldn't be hard to find.
A couple of minutes later, an Asian girl walked out of the gate. She was not at all short like I expected her to be, around my height. She had bluish grey eyes, black hair halfway down to her back, and a good figure I'm sure the boys would be drooling over come Monday. She wore a t-shirt with an anime character, with the word "kawaii" on it and some Japanese lettering, dark skinny jeans, and black Converses. Envy flit across my face for a second, but I smoothed it over quickly.
Searching the crowd, her eyes lit up when she saw me and my sign. She walked over to me and a few feet away tripped, almost spilling everything out of her purse. I smirked. At least we had something in common.
The girl recomposed herself and continued the rest of the distance. She smiled shyly.
"Hello. I'm Kagome Higurashi," she greeted, holding out her hand so I would shake it. My jaw fell. Even though her first language was Japanese, you couldn't tell. She spoke perfect English! There was only the tinniest tangent of an accent in her voice. When I didn't react, she chuckled nervously.
"I'm sorry, are you supposed to shake hands when you meet someone? They always do that in American movies. I swore they-," she ranted, bringing me out of my stupor.
It was my turn to laugh, "No, you're right. I was just impressed by your English. Where are my manners? My name is Isabella Swan, Bella for short. Charlie couldn't come with me to pick you up," I said and grabbed her hand to shake it.
Kagome cocked her head to the side. "Who's Charlie? Isn't he your father?" she asked, confusion plain on her face.
I sighed. "Yea, he is, but I call him Charlie behind his back," I confided. She nodded her head in understanding. We walked silently to the luggage carousels.
"Which carousel is your luggage on?" I asked politely, trying to resume conversation.
"Oh, it is B4," she informed me, awkwardly twirling a strand of hair around her finger. After both of us pulled her three suitcases and a very large yellow backpack off the carousel, we walked back to the car. Now we had to endure the thirty minute car ride back to Forks.
When I started the truck, she jumped a bit at the car's deep rumbling. I laughed. She looked at me as if I were crazy, but then finally joined in.
"So, what city are you from?" I asked, even though Charlie already told me.
She brightened up. "I'm from Tokyo. Our family maintains a Buddhist shrine there," she explained, turning more towards me now.
"If you don't mind me asking, how come you know such great English?" I asked, genuinely curious.
"Well, we do have English classes in Japan, though I was always… too sick to go to school, but I watch a lot of American movies," Kagome answered, but I noticed she hesitated when she said she was always sick. I just shrugged it off. I was being silly.
"And you? Have you always lived in Forks?" she asked.
I sighed yet again. "No. I was born here, but when my parents got a divorce, I was a baby and my mom and I moved to Phoenix in Arizona," I mused but looked over at her and saw the misapprehension on her face, so I further clarified, "That's down south, near Mexico."
Her mouth formed a small "o" in apprehension.
We stayed silent the rest of the way. "Dammit!" I cursed suddenly, startling Kagome. She smirked.
"I'm pretty sure that's not a nice word," she declared. I didn't answer.
"I'm sorry, but I have to go to the grocery store quick so I can make dinner tonight. Do you mind?" I asked. Kagome nodded her head vigorously.
"Sure! I have never seen the inside of an American grocery store!" she exclaimed. I pulled into the parking lot of the one and only grocery store in Forks. Kagome hopped out of the front seat and walked with me. Suddenly remembering I had no idea what I was cooking, I turned towards Kagome and stopped for a second in front of the entrance.
"Since you are our honorary guest, what would you like for dinner tonight?" I inquired. She walked inside, deep in though, and then turned around to look at me.
"I want a burger tonight! A homemade one! I had never had a homemade burger in my life!" she mused. I smiled, amused at her outburst. I had a feeling I was going to like her.
"Sure, sure! Only if you help me make it," I winked and continued to grab a basket. Orally I listed all the ingredients for hamburgers and Kagome helped me find them.
By the time we got home, all awkwardness nearly disappeared. I remember driving home, when under the canopy of the green trees, Kagome sighed and turned her face to the window. I didn't push her as to why.
At home, Kagome and I packed away the groceries and started making the ground beef into large patties, which I showed her how to do. We giggled and talked our way through the process. Kagome liked to throw the patties down like she was wedging clay for a clay pot and would giggle every time she did. I laughed at her playfulness. At first, Kagome was shy like me, but I learned she had the sense of reasoning and thinking like Jasper, but the silliness and buoyancy of Emmett and Alice. My heart pained from making the comparison, but I still couldn't wipe off the smile from my face.
I bet Charlie got the shock of his life when he walked into the house that day. I was cooking up the burgers in a frying pan and Kagome was chopping up lettuce. Over some point of time, we turned on the radio, much to Kagome's glee, and I was trying to teach her the words to the song.
We made jokes and were talking about each other's life when Charlie walked around the corner. He must have though his house had been broken into, for there was never music in the house anymore. Charlie peered cautiously over the kitchen counter, and his eyes turned to the size of dinner plates when he saw us.
"Oh, hi Dad!" I chirped when I turned around to face him. He immediately straightened out. Kagome turned around and smiled. She walked to Charlie and held her hand out in a similar manner she did to me.
"Hi, I'm Kagome Higurashi, you know, the exchange student," she greeted. Charlie's mouth hung open similar to when mine did. Kagome laughed.
"Bella, I though you said they shook hands all the time in America?!" she asked, turning to face me, actually sounding genuine, until she winked at me. I stifled a giggle behind my hand. This brought Charlie out of his reverie and he shook her hand dumbly.
"Oh, yeah, I'm Bella's dad. You can call me Charlie," he said distractedly and tried to look over her shoulder to see my face. Apparently, he saw something he liked, because immediately he grinned and shook Kagome's hand more exuberantly.
Charlie sat down in his usual seat at the table and took out his newspaper from this morning, still grinning.
"So Bells, what's for dinner?" he asked, much more chipper than before.
"Kagome's never had fresh cheeseburgers, so I thought for her homecoming I would make some," I replied half-heartedly, trying to save a burger from becoming too well done. Charlie nodded his head in comprehension.
The rest of dinner was pleasant. Kagome dominated the conversation, talking about her home, her family, and even her friends. I could tell Charlie was growing to like her more and more, if that were possible.
Since we didn't have an extra room, Kagome had to share my room. I took the cot from the basement and set it up next to my bed. Since she was going to be here the rest of high school, Charlie insisted that we would have to get her a bed, but Kagome told him only a mattress would be necessary. I asked her why she didn't want a bed frame and she just shrugged, saying she has slept in worse conditions.
Tomorrow was a Saturday. Charlie said he left money on the counter so Kagome and I could go shopping in Port Angeles. He gave me her class schedule, since Charlie went down to the school that morning to enroll her, so while we were there, we could buy school supplies, too. I helped Kagome unpack, to which she had plenty of closet space due to my distaste of a surplus of clothes.
The next morning, we woke up bright and early to head out. Kagome didn't mind getting up so early, while the morning grog was still encased in m head. I taught Kagome how to fry eggs and she made an omelet. Between the two of us, I was stuffed with eggs to the max. Kagome laughed at my analogy.
Charlie left a little over 500 dollars and Kagome's mother packed 600 dollars, already exchanged, "so my little Kaggie-bear can feel right at home," Kagome imitated of her mother putting the 600 dollars in her suitcase. I snickered.
The drive to Port Angeles went by, with Kagome and me talking about random subjects. We bought a cheap mattress for about 400 dollars. She was in most of my classes, so it was easy to buy school supplies. When I bought her a new backpack, she fought that her yellow backpack cold do the job, but when I mentioned that it looked like it went through World War One and would probably would fall apart the first chance it got, she caved in. As I led her to the clothing department, she looked at me with confusion.
"Doesn't your school have a uniform?" she asked. I looked at her as if the answer was obvious.
"No, it's a public school," I said, but she still looked confused, "you don't wear uniforms in public schools."
Her eyes lit up and she let out such an Alice-like squeal it almost ripped my heart in two.
"Yes! Why are you just standing there Bella, let's go!" she hollered, tugging my hand after her.
Kagome liked sensible clothes, like me. When she asked if this is what everyone wore to school, to which I nodded my head, she dropped the articles of clothing immediately as if they were on fire. She now gravitated more towards the vintage t-shirts and short skirts, to which I reprimanded her for, telling her they were just not sensible for Washington. We finally agreed on some cute, tight, long-sleeved shirts, some short skirts as a compromise with leggings, and more skinny jeans. I bought her three coats and a raincoat.
Of course, God could just not leave me alone, because now Kagome wanted to buy me some clothes.
"Oh, c'mon Bella! I saw your closet, and it is embarrassingly bare," she wined, trying to pull me back towards the clothes. I sighed and decided to let Kagome have her way this once.
Surprisingly, she did not go overboard. All she bought were a few pairs of jeans, which were not as tight as Kagome's, but still looked stunning, a studded belt, and a few long-sleeved shirt similar to Kagome's.
After our shopping binge, I introduced her to the American marvel that is the food court. I got some spaghetti from the Italian place and Kagome ordered a massive, greasy slice of pizza.
Once we picked up the mattress, put it in the bed of the truck, and tied it down, we started heading home. We were in comfortable silence until Kagome spoke a couple minutes until Forks town limits.
"I don't mean to pry, but what happened?" she asked in my most puzzled voice. I frowned.
"What do you mean?" I drawled.
She took a large, shaky breath, "I haven't known you for long, but I already feel like I know you, like I could tell you anything. I just hope if there's anything wrong, you would feel like you could tell me. I don't know, maybe I'm just acting silly, but you seem… closed in. Your face is so sallow! You sleep restlessly and call out a name in your sleep. Who could torment you in this way that you feel like you have no escape? Please tell me!"
I almost swerved as her voice grew more demanding. I gritted my teeth and pulled over on the side of the road, near La Push. I turned off the ignition. I stewed for a minute and then turned to Kagome, who was sitting in the passenger seat tensely.
"Why do you care? You don't know what I could POSSIBLY be going through! You are like the rest of the world, only here to judge me. HOW DARE YOU!?" I scream at her, my glare murderous. She took a gulp, but then glared with an intensity to match mine.
"I want to help you! You say the world is only here to judge you, but how can the world offer you help if you DON'T ASK FOR IT!" she bit back, stinging me like a slap to the face.
Her words didn't hurt because they were malicious; it was because they were true.
"FUCK YOU! Why do you care?! Why SHOULD you care?! There is nothing special about me! I'm broken…" I shouted, growing quieter with each more. I didn't even notice the tears dripping off my chin until I was sobbing so much I couldn't finish my sentence.
I rested my head on the steering wheel and let the tears come freely.
"I met a boy named Edward. When I moved here, I fell madly in love with him and I thought maybe he did with me. Heck, I thought we were going to be together forever. Then, four months ago, a couple days after my eighteenth birthday, he left me. He said that he never loved me, that I was just a distraction. He said that he would always love me in a way, but that I was no good for him. Then he just moved away and disappeared, not caring whether my heart would get broken in the process," I whispered my sobs quieting. I sniffled and laughed in dark humor.
"I knew it was too perfect. He was probably the most beautiful creature on this earth and I was just a silly, ordinary girl," I mused tears falling silently in my lap.
I didn't even remember Kagome's presence until I felt a pair of arms wrap around my shoulder and new drops of moisture falling on what little dry skin was left of my cheek. I lifted my head and looked in her face.
Kagome was hugging me. And she was crying.
"Never say that. It isn't true. Not at all. And I'm not going to lie and say the pain will disappear someday, but I will not lie and say I have never been through this before," she whispered painfully, and I felt my heart throb in sympathy for her. She squeezed my shoulder even harder than before, and I hugged her back.
We both let go after a moment and chuckled emptily.
"When you say you've been through this before, how so?" I ask bluntly. I have told my story, now it is her turn to tell hers.
She smiled sadly. "Of course. When I was fifteen, I also fell in love. His name was Inuyasha. When I first met him he hated me. I wanted to kill him; he was so annoying! When I found out I loved him, I tried to deny it, but I knew in my heart it was true. I so desperately hoped that maybe he would want me too, but I was never sure. He was still in love with his ex-girlfriend, Kikyo. Odd enough, she didn't love him and she manipulated him, but love made him blind and he wanted to believe she cared. I promised to stay by his side, choice be damned. Even though I thought I had a chance with him, he chose Kikyo, the woman who didn't love him instead. It was too much pain for me to handle, so I left him for good. I often still think about him, but I try and linger on all the good moments, and not the bad."
I continued to stare at her, even hen she was done with her story. Then I laughed. I laughed like I never laughed before, but continued to cry. Soon, Kagome began to chuckle, but then was laughing as hard as I was. We fell on each other, clutching our sides. I spoke first.
"We are a pair of fools!" I exclaimed. Kagome laughed in response.
"I would have it no other way!" she replied, hugging me. I hugged her back just as hard.
We both now sniffled in silence, lost I our own thoughts. She then surprised me and took the keys out of my hands. She moved over me and scooted in my seat. I looked at her questionably. She laughed.
"I know the perfect solution: movie night," she chirped. I grinned at her plan. She put the key in the ignition and turned it on, pulling back on the road. I raised my eyebrow in response.
She looked at me through the rearview mirror and answered, "What! Don't worry, I can drive. I got my license in Japan, that's got to count for something!" she explained, weary of the looks I was giving her.
Before I could reply, she looked at me sheepishly and asked, "Where exactly is the nearest video store?" she asked, and I couldn't contain my laughter. I then sobered and gave her step-by-step directions. We danced, I stumbled, into the Forks' Blockbuster.
Kagome told me I was not allowed to pick and made our selection for the night. She got What Happens in Vegas, Thirteen, Mermaids, The Breakfast Club, Carrie, Never Been Kissed, and The Wedding Singer. Some of these movies I've never heard of. I looked questionably at Kagome and she shrugged. "These are only the movies for tonight. We are getting a lot more tomorrow!" she declared, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Only for tonight!?
After we paid for the movies, Kagome hopped back in the passenger seat and drove onwards towards the grocery store. I stayed silent now, letting her do her own thing. We went inside Following Kagome, we headed straight toward the junk food aisle. In our cart she put in everything: Doritos, Fritos, barbeque and salt and vinegar potato chips, salsa, cheese dip, tortilla chips, twizzlers, sour gummy worms, gummy bears, m&ms, butterfingers, Reese's peanut butter cups, lollipops, Ben and Jerry's Ice cream, and many, MANY packs of soda.
I trailed behind to the checkout line undisputedly. The check out lady, after four solid minutes of scanning our stuff, was putting the money Kagome handed to her in the cash register when she commented, "Someone's having a party, eh?"
I stifled a laugh behind my hand, but Kagome kept a poker face. "Oh, yeah," she replied with much gusto.
As soon as we were out the door, Kagome couldn't stand it any longer and just lost it, her laugher resonating probably through all of Forks. It was a good thing I was steering the cart, or else it probably would've crashed into the car of a poor unsuspecting lady's car.
Once home, we carried, with much effort, the mattress up the flight of stairs. I put the cot back down in the basement and helped Kagome with the snacks and movies. We put our many snacks into various bowls, probably using every bowl we own, and then Kagome gave me a can of Coke "to start off with". She said the ice cream was for later tonight.
When we popped in the first movie, Kagome would make comments, like "what was that guy thinking!?", "she's a moron", and other colorful things. I found them funnier than the movies. By the second movie, she had me making comments with her, but not as vivid. By the third movie, we were screaming at the TV. During the climax, we both screamed "BASTARD!" so loud it probably shook the house's foundation. It made me feel better to yell it out. All the pent up anger and self-abuse was let out, like a burden from my shoulders. I felt more alive then I have in months.
By the sixth movie, it was around three o'clock in the morning, and we were passed out on the couch, ice cream melted and almost all the soda gone. The coffee table on which we sat our "feast" was trashed and littered with napkins and stray crumbs. Kagome and I fell asleep on each other. I didn't even notice that when Charlie got in, he put a blanket over us.
Around eight, we both stirred. Charlie was in the kitchen, clanking pots and pans. We stretched and scuffled into the kitchen. Charlie smiled.
"Good morning girls! Do you want any breakfast?" he greeted, seemingly radiant in happiness. Or maybe it was just my grogginess.
"Nah, Dad. I stuffed with enough junk food to last me forever!" I replied, moving to sit down at the table. Kagome quickly followed.
"Please excuse the mess in the living room. It was my fault. We'll clean it up later," Kagome apologized, embarrassed by the state she left the living room in. Charlie shrugged.
"It's okay. I trust you two will pick it up," he said. He finished off his glass of orange juice and got his coat from the counter.
"I have to go down to the station today, so I'll see you both around seven," he said with a smile and went out the front door.
I turned to Kagome. I had a question on my mind.
"So, tell me, is that what you did when you left…you-know-who?"I asked. Kagome laughed.
"Yes, that's exactly what I did. Didn't it help?" she asked, concerned.
I smiled. "You betcha."
And that's how it has been between us ever since; harmony. Within a month, I looked like my old self, thanks to Kagome and her antics. As predicted, all the boys ogled her come Monday morning. I don't know how more shocked the Forks population was: that I was back to my old self or the fact Charlie was housing a foreign exchange student. My friends eventually came back, drawn to Kagome and I's combined happiness like a moth drawn to a flame. I didn't quite trust Jessica yet, but Angela usually hung out with Kagome and me and even participated in some antics with us. Lauren hated me now with a more intense passion than before, though I didn't care in the slightest.
Mike's obsession with me came back full force, much to my dislike. But, Tyler and Eric were now enchanted with Kagome, which was alright by me. It was amusing to see her try and sidestep their bold attempts.
Because of my zombie state, I missed my opportunity for the SAT, but there was one more shot in February, and Kagome helped me cram for two weeks. My mind in that time period was bumbling with analogies and logic problems so much I couldn't talk straight, much to my friend's amusement. I scored, surprisingly, a solid 1300 and Kagome, who took it in Japan late October, scored a 1450. When I heard, I mumbled something about "stupid Asians", to which Kagome just grinned wider.
Kagome's English was so perfect that she could pass as an American easily. Except, some American slang still eluded her. I someone said, "What's up?" to her, she would say "The sky, of course!" no matter how many times I correct her. One time, Mike was talking to her and said, "…and that movie was really bitchin'!," and she got so mad she punched him in the face, thinking he called her a bitch. Once she found out what it really meant, she was mortified, but it was actually quite funny. She broke his nose! Mike was mad at her for a while, but got over it, seeing it wasn't her fault.
The hole in my chest was almost gone. There was only the slight outline of it, threatening to tear me apart, but the threat always just loomed on the horizon, staying in it's place.
Everything was perfect now. Kagome and I both got accepted to USC, to our delight, and were going to be roommates. Graduation was a few weeks away, and with my best friend by my side, what could possibly go wrong?
Right?
…
"Yoo-hoo! Bells, earth to Bells! Class is over," Kagome chanted in front of me in a singsong voice. I snapped out of it and found, indeed, the classroom was empty. I gathered up my stuff and stuffed it in my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder.
We were rushing to our next class before Kags's curiosity got the better of her.
"What were you thinking about so hard?" she asked.
So, I told her the truth. "About him," I replied, trying not to linger on it.
She knew immediately to back off and started babbling about something else.
The rest of the day passed in a blink of an eye, as they seem to do these days. Kagome and I went home and were about to do our homework in the kitchen when the phone rang. Kagome was the first one to move and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" she asked. She listened for a second and emitted her characterized squeal when she gets really excited. Spontaneously, she starts speaking rapid Japanese, not at all affected by her proficiency in English. About six minutes later, three Calculus problems for me, she hung up the phone. She ran back to the kitchen, probably eager to tell me the news.
"Guess what!" she demanded, bouncing off the edge of her seat in excitement.
I look up at her from my book and decided to humor her, as I often do. "What?" I asked.
"My Mom and Souta are flying over for my graduation!" she exclaimed. I grinned immediately. I knew that Kagome still got homesick sometimes, so for her mother and her brother to come to her graduation meant the world to her. Her father died in a car accident when she was twelve.
Truly, Kagome was a wonder. She has had so many excuses as to why she could fail in life, but she chooses to let none of those reasons get in her way and perseveres. They are announcing who the valedictorian is going to be tomorrow. Who the title goes to is between Eric and Kagome, which is probably making her nervous.
"That's great!" I say excited for not only her, but myself. Not only would Kagome be happy, but Kagome's mom was really nice. She says her daughter has never been as happy as she is now, which is not hard to dispute. It would be nice to see her.
Kagome shoots me a sly look, "Yep! And she said she has a surprise for BOTH of us!" she announces.
I smile. "I can't wait till she comes," I confess.
We finish our homework in silence, big grins on our faces. Kagome speaks an hour later
"Don't forget, we're going graduation dress shopping in Port Angeles tomorrow!" she reminds me as she walks to our bedroom. My smile falters.
This is going to be a long week.
A/N: Oops. I should probably be studying for my bio test Wednesday. –Psh- oh well. This story has been stuck in my mind forever! And I mean LITERALLY! For the people that are wonder, yes, this is a crossover of Inuyasha and Twilight. And yes, I know Inuyasha is an anime, but even if you don't watch it, you can still read this and totally know what's going on (promise! .) I put this under Twilight because not only is it from mostly Bella's POV, but because this Fanfic is going to be BXE-ccentric. And yes, there will be plenty of IXK fluff (why am I saying "and yes" so much tonight?? –shrugs-). I will continue to write chapters for "A Midsummer's Transformation (btw sorry for the crapola 2nd chapter I wrote. I had no inspiration ) and "Shattering the Mirror" but I am really focused right now on chapter two!
Please review!! Reviews encourage me!! Please –bats eyelashes prettily-!! I know, I'm incorrigible!
-The Pink Panda
P.S. the movies that Kagome and Bella watched are great movies (plus they make you just want to stomp on the balls of whoever has broken your heart :P)