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Mud, Frogs, and Barbies
Chapter One: Friends Forever
"Friends forever, to the end
No matter if you go home or even when we're ten
Mud, frogs, and Barbies
You'll always be my best friend and when you're around it's always a party
One two three we're outtttieeee!"
When I was little, I'd say hmm… around seven, I confessed my undying love for everything Jacob. Jacob Black would be my insanely hot, intelligent, caring best friend that lived oh precisely 1583.48 miles away, in an old sleepy town by the name of Forks, Washington.
"Mommy I want to marry Jacob Black." The statement was so serious for seven years old; my mother Renee could hardly contain her laughter.
"And who is Jacob Black honey?" Renee said while helping me unpack my luggage.
"He is the most nicest boy in the whole entire world; he helped me catch bullfrogs at the lake, when Daddy was fishing. He also beat up this yucky boy named Mikey for showing my underwear to everyone at the Fourth of July party in La Plush!" I screeched out fast while letting out a loud sigh.
I lived with my mother in Phoenix, Arizona. Renee and my father Charlie, well I don't even know, they never really told me. I know they weren't married but anyways… my father lived in Washington. So every summer I would spend three months with him. Jacob made those months tolerable to say the least. Jacob was my ray of sunshine in the mostly rainy town.
We were pen pals all through Elementary school. He used to draw me funny pictures, and we would plan out all the impending summers. Through middle school we upgraded to the new fangled interwebs via AOL instant messenger. Which made it a lot more interesting; he used to send me pictures of him and his friends, his new hang outs, and even some of the eck girls he would "hang" with. To say I was extremely jealous would be an understatement.
Once we entered High School Jacob really didn't have time to exchange friendly messages through the Internet but he would occasionally send me text messages to my cell phone.
The summer before sophomore year was pretty good Jacob hung out with me but something was different. It felt like there was always tension, like there was an elephant in the room. I fell more and more infatuated with him despite the weird offish vibes he was giving off.
Jacob was gorgeous, he had russet colored skin which he inherited through his Native American traits and straight white teeth that fit his beautiful smile perfectly. Jake had long thick black hair that girls would spend tons of money on to try to recreate. He was all in all perfect.
"Hey Bells, your zoning out. You're not worried about the plane ride are you?" he said while looking at me with the most genuine expression.
"No, I'm sorry, just sad that I'm leaving today. I hate that we live so far away from each other Jake." I replied while looking deep into his hazel brown eyes.
"Well pep up! I found this awesome pond I want to show you! No secret handshakes yet my lady." He tugged my hand and we went exploring through the dense woods behind his house. Our hand shake was our thing. No one knew it but us. We made it up when we were eight years old and thought it was the coolest thing, like we created some secret society, a club that no one else could join.
We came to a clearing, after what seemed like five hours of hiking, and there was a beautiful little pond surrounded by huge boulders and lilies. Jacob perched himself up on one of the rocks and took my hand and helped me up next to him.
He laid down enjoying the rare bits of sun and pulled me along with him. I was in heaven. I had never been this close to Jacob in such an intimate way. Jacob positioned me in the crook of his arm and started stroking my hair.
"Never cut your hair Bella." He mumbled.
I couldn't talk or respond, I was so in love with all these feelings swirling inside me. My cell phone started vibrating and I realized the time.
"Oh crap! Charlie! The plane! Crap!" I said hurriedly.
"Bella relax, breath, you will be fine on the plane. Let's do our deal, and then next summer will be here before we know it." Jacob the optimist, he wasn't the one that was deathly afraid of those flying death trap people call "airplanes".
"Okay, let's do it…" I said with a sigh.
We interlocked our fingers and started wrestling our thumbs.
"Friends forever, to the end
No matter if you go home or even when we're ten
Mud, frogs, and Barbies
You'll always be my best friend and when you're around it's always a party
One two three we're outtttieeee!"
We went to do our last of our handshake which consisted of a high five but instead, Jacob cupped my chin, leaned down and touched his soft lips to mine. I felt like I was about to combust with the amount of butterflies I felt all throughout my body. I had waited for this day for as long as I could remember, I hadn't even let any of my prior 'boyfriends' back home ever kiss me because I was waiting for him.
But as I opened my eyes I saw a weird expression on his face.
"Uh, Bella, I really have to go, hmm sorry about that. I was just trying it out, ya know? Text me when your plane gets into Phoenix. Bye Bells." With that he ran off into the distance with my heart in his hands. Jacob didn't even look back.
I remember getting on that plane that day feeling sick and sad, and quite frankly pissed the fuck off. I didn't have time to panic about being thousands of miles in the sky.
"I'm never going back to Forks and fuck love." I mumbled to the old man sitting next to me. The old fucker just rolled his eyes and tsked.
To say I was melodramatic was an understatement. When I got back to Phoenix I didn't talk to my mother on the ride home or even that evening. I just locked myself in my bedroom and cried.
Thankfully my sophomore year went off without a hitch. I dated a couple guys, yet it just felt off. Jacob's hasty departure left me feeling confused and crushed. I still found myself comparing everyone to him. I could never see anyone the way I saw Jacob.
The school year went by fast and before I knew it Mommy dearest informed me that I had to go to Charlie's for the summer. I told her all year that I wanted to spend the summer in the sun and heat and away from the dreary wet. How the fuck was I going to endure three months of my life pleasantly when I didn't even know what the hell happened with Jake?
I packed my bags and begged my mom for the millionth time please let me stay.
She didn't budge. She dropped me off at the airport and we said our farewells.
I was scared and anxious not only because I had to spend three hours on a plane but the thought of a lonely summer and confusion.
Today was definitely not a good sign for what the summer had in store. The passenger next to me barfed twice, there screaming baby behind me, and I had a migraine the size of California. But of course I found myself thinking of Jacob.
My thoughts drifted to all these contrite things like if my breath stunk or if he felt sorry for me because he could see my infatuation for him. Why did he freak out so bad when he kissed me? And if I was that bad at it why didn't he just tell me? We never held back secrets.
THUMP! THUMP!
Turbulence thrashed the airplane and that was my sign of impending doom.
Hello Forks! FUCK YOU!