Disclaimer: Written under the derivative fan works act. All rights reserved to the original creator, Stephanie Meyer.

Title: The Mating Dance

Rating: M for sexual situations, lemons, and hot, steamy, angsty vampire lovin', underage drinking, smoking, drug use and overall bad behavior.

Premise: Alternate Universe. Edward Cullen and his adoptive family have moved to Forks to start a new life, but Edward's life suddenly changes when he's drawn into Bella Swan's strange and dangerous world. Vampires mate for life, but what happens when that mate is human?

Alternate Universe: Canon pairings eventually, pretty much OOC, ExB of course (don't worry, we'll get there).

POV: EPOV (Edward), Edward starts the story. Bella and Alice may have a say later on.

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Author Notes:

I had this plot bunny scampering around in the back of my head for a while. I finally had to take a break from Others Like me to get this started, let me know what you think. Chapter two is done, and will be up probably next week.

Please note that this story is rated M for a reason, if you'd prefer not to deal with mature themes, please do not read this story.

I'll post some photos in my profile tonight, when I have more time.


Chapter 1 Welcome to Forks

August 2005

Carlisle walked past me carrying a box back into the kitchen, as I came down the stairs. "C'mon, Edward," he said, "don't quit on me now. We're almost done, then we can take a break."

"Sure, Dad," I told him as I hurried through the living room, dodging out of the way as Alice directed the movers back to the music room. They were manhandling the piano through the living room now, and I stayed out of their way as I made my way back out to the truck.

I walked out to the Moving van, and collected another box to carry into the house. It was hard work and I was sweating, but the pile was dwindling and we were about done unloading our stuff out of the truck. The movers had most of the furniture unloaded, and Alice was directing them where to put it and having them arrange it in our new house.

I looked the place over again as I carried the box. It was warm out as the sun tried to burn through the perpetual overcast and light mist of the Forks, Washington August morning. The house was a large white classic Victorian with a round turret on the corner and columned porch. It was almost lost in the surrounding trees and I could hear the Quillayute River running a couple of hundred yards behind it. I climbed the five steps up onto the porch and walked through the open front door into the entry foyer. There was a sitting room to the left, but I turned right and walked through the living room and started up the broad staircase to the bedrooms on the second floor.

Carlisle had the master bedroom up at the front of the house with a round sitting room in the turret. He had mentioned possibly setting it up as an office to run his internet business from. Alice and I had chosen rooms at the back of the house with windows that looked out onto the forest. Alice had taken the room with the biggest closet. It still amazed me that such a small girl could have so many clothes. I hadn't minded though, my room was bigger and I had a better view of the river. We still hadn't decided yet what to do with the fourth bedroom.

Alice had suggested setting it up as a guest room, but who did we know that would ever come visit us? I thought it would make a good game room, but we'd have to sit down with Carlisle and talk about it. He was into all of that touchy feely crap and "Reaching consensus as a Family" stuff, and we talked every decision to death. Sometimes I just wanted him to be the Dad, lay down the law, and tell us how it was going to be, but I suppose I was lucky that he cared about my opinion.

Carlisle's aunt had lived in this house alone for years before she left it to him in her will. She had never done much to modernize the house or done any remodeling. The master bedroom suite had a private bath, but Alice and I would have to share the other bathroom down the hall from our bedrooms. At least the kitchen had modern appliances. Carlisle's aunt had been something of a cook, and had actually published a couple of cookbooks under a pen name. She had practically lived in the kitchen and it was the most modern part of the house.

Carlisle never talked much about his side of the family and we'd never met any of his relatives. I knew he'd left home and lived on his own since he was sixteen because of his relationship with his father. He had worked his way through college, and met my mom there when I was two years old. Carlisle married my mom, Elizabeth, when I was five, and he had legally adopted me as his son. I knew that my parents had tried to have more children together, but the doctors had told them it would never happen.

Carlisle and Elizabeth adopted Alice when I was ten. We were both the same age almost. I had turned sixteen in June, and Alice's birthday was in a couple of weeks. We'd both be starting our sophomore year at Forks high school soon, and I wasn't looking forward to being the new kid in school, but we needed to start over.

We'd had a good life in California. Things had been tough when Alice first came to live with us, but we'd all provided the loving environment that she needed to move on from her past and heal. Alice was a great sister, she was my best friend, and we talked about everything. We had no secrets from each other, but it was strictly a brother sister relationship.

Our home life was great. Carlisle had come from an oppressive dictatorial family, and had vowed that he'd never be like that with his kids. Mom had simply loved us all as she flew through life a mile a minute, juggling a career as a regional sales manager for an international pharmaceutical company, teaching me to play piano, driving Alice to her martial arts classes, and being Carlisle's wife.

All of that had changed last year. Mom was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and had started chemo and radiation therapy, but the doctors told her it was already to far advanced and surgery wasn't an option. We had all watched as the cancer took its toll, and the accident was probably a blessing in disguise, but I still hated it. The doctors had given mom six months, and we could see the pain she was trying to hide from us. We'd made plans about how we would spend that time as a family, but it was taken away from us.

She was coming home from a doctor's appointment and was feeling weak. Carlisle had gone to get the car so she wouldn't have to walk all the way to the parking garage. She'd stepped off the curb to cross the street to meet him halfway, when another driver ran a red light and hit her. In her weakened state, she never made it back into the hospital, and she was gone.

Losing mom had hurt all of us, but Carlisle and Alice were able to come to terms with their grief, and move on with their lives. I lost it and found my own way to deal with the pain. My grades took a nose dive, and I quit caring about school. I started hanging out with the wrong crowd and got into trouble. I just wanted something to make the pain go away and I found it in the bottom of a bottle and the bowl of my pipe.

Carlisle got scared when I started getting into fights, and the police that brought me home told him they thought I was hanging out with a local gang. It was just a case of wrong place, wrong time, good fight. I wasn't a gang banger, and had no ambitions that way. It just felt good to let go and pound the living shit out of some asshole that tried to rip me off for some smoke.

That was the last straw. Carlisle's aunt had left him this house in her will, and we decided to leave California and start over in a new place. I was out voted two to one, but I didn't put up much of a fight and I knew they were right. I needed to move on. So now we were in Forks Washington, new town, new school, new people to meet, new friends to make, a new Edward Cullen, right? I doubted it, but I'd try to play the part if it made Alice and Carlisle happy.

Alice stuck her head into my room, and said, "C'mon Edward, the truck's almost done. Get your head out of the clouds, and go help dad get the last of the boxes."

"Sure Alice," I put down the box and went back downstairs to the truck.

We made quick work of the rest of the boxes and sent the movers on their way. All of the boxes had been labeled with which room they went in, and we'd sorted as we unloaded the truck. It wouldn't take long to get unpacked and settle in. Most of the furniture had been arranged by the movers under Alice's direction and the house almost looked like a home now. I decided I needed a break and went out to the garage and unloaded my motorcycle off of the travel trailer we'd used to tow it to Forks. Carlisle didn't like it, and chalked it up to my teenaged rebellion, but I'd bought it with my own money, and he couldn't say much about it.

My biological father had been an only child and came from old money. My mother had gotten a good chunk of money when my father was killed, but the majority of it was tied up in a trust fund that I wouldn't be able to touch until I turned eighteen. I had received a monthly check from the trust fund since my dad died when I was two. The majority of it went into my bank account, and Carlisle had taught me about investing since I was a little kid. I could probably live comfortably off of my personal investments now, even if I never got the trust fund, but it was nice knowing I'd be able to pick any college in the country and be able to pay for it.

I looked my baby over and made sure there wasn't any damage from the trip up from California, but everything looked good. The bike was a Gunmetal Blue 2001 Harley-Davidson Dyna Low Rider with a vibration-isolated, black and chrome Twin Cam 88 Engine, low-profile suspension, low-slung custom seat with tapered passenger pillion, raked-out front fork, and easy-reach, low-rise handlebar. It had a tank-mounted speedometer and tachometer and custom highway pegs for cruising.

I'd bought the bike before I could even legally ride it, and I'd had my California motorcycle permit since the day I turned fifteen and a half and could apply for it. I'd paid for Alice and me both to take driver education and training classes and she'd even sat through the motorcycle training classes with me. Alice just wanted to get her drivers license when she turned sixteen, but I wanted my freedom. California had made it progressively harder to get a drivers license, but you could still get a motorcycle permit at fifteen and a half, and I was prepared on the day I got there, like I was waiting for my birthday. With a motorcycle permit, you couldn't drive at night, on the freeway, or have any passengers with you, but were otherwise free to drive anywhere else.

I heard Alice calling me from the house, and I went in to see what she wanted. I walked in the side door to the kitchen from the detached garage building, and saw that she'd made sandwiches. It looked like we were taking a break to eat lunch. Carlisle was sitting at the table, and I went to the refrigerator and got a bottle of water before I sat down. At least he waited until I was sitting down before he started in on me.

"Edward, I don't think it's a good idea to be riding that motorcycle around here, now that we're in Forks," Carlisle told me.

"You didn't think it was a good idea when we were living in Hayward, either. Why is Forks anymore dangerous? There's less traffic here," I retorted.

"The climates wetter, there's more rain and mist, and the roads are slicker here. I don't want you to get hurt, Edward."

"I know how to ride on wet roads and in the rain. I took all the training classes you wanted and the helmet laws are the same here as in California."

"I just don't like it, Edward…" Carlisle interrupted.

"You don't have to like it. I've been riding for nine months now and have my full license. I've never had an accident or gotten a ticket, and I pay for my own insurance. I'll do what I want."

I could imagine Carlisle having a similar conversation with his father, and he didn't like the role reversal. He didn't want to drive me away, but we both felt we were right. He was so transparent to me, like I could read his mind. He tried a different tactic now. I'd been waiting for this, and was surprised it had taken him so long to pull out what he thought was his ace in the hole.

"I was hoping that maybe we could compromise," and he slid a set of keys across the table in front of me. "You're sixteen now, and you'll need a car to get around here and drive to school. I think you should have your mother's car now."

None of us had been willing to give up mom's car. It was a silver Volvo S60R, and I had helped mom pick it out. It was kind of sporty and had a decent amount of power, but it was still the kind of car a mom would drive. Alice and I had driven it up from California, towing the trailer with my bike on it. Dad knew it was special to me, but I knew it meant just as much to Dad and Alice too. They wouldn't get rid of it.

I looked down at the keys, but I didn't pick them up. I looked up and looked Carlisle in the eye. "I'll drive Alice to school, and take her to her classes. It snows here, and I might need it in the winter. You can call the car mine if you like, but I'm not giving up my bike."

"Edward, I don't like this, son. I don't want you to get hurt…"

"I not going to get hurt, I know what I'm doing!" I was mad now, and I knocked over the chair as I got up.

"Edward, I'm your father, and you won't raise your voice to me! Don't make me order you not to!.."

"You can't order me not to!" I cut him off and turned for the door.

"Sit down and let's discuss this."

But I was already out of the room and halfway to the garage. I grabbed my leather jacket off of the end of the trailer and shrugged into it. I pulled on an open half-helmet that was legal under the strict interpretation of the vehicle code and got on the Harley and kicked it to life.

Carlisle was coming into the garage, but I twisted the accelerator, popped the clutch and peeled out of the garage in a squeal of burning rubber and smoke. The tire dug in as I hit the driveway, and I sent a shower of gravel spitting back at him as I roared down the drive and onto the street. I could hear him yelling for me to come back, but I ignored it. It would only get worse if I went back now. I needed to cool off first.

Once I was on the hard pavement, I reach into my pocket and pulled my sunglasses out. I shook them open and pushed the mirror shades up onto the bridge of my nose to keep the wind out my eyes as I rode. They were mirrored so they looked cool and people couldn't see my eyes when I had them on, but they were auto darkening so they'd react to how bright it was out, and I could still wear them at night.

I cruised south down Merchant Road. The scenery was nice, but kind of boring, lots of trees, denser patches of forest, and widely spaced older homes on huge lots. There were no fences, but the houses were so far apart with trees and forest in between, fences like you'd see in a housing tract in California would be kind of redundant. I passed the Elks lodge, and finally came to the intersection with Calawah Way.

There was an old cemetery on my left, and I wondered if Carlisle's aunt was buried there. Maybe someday I might care enough to go look. I knew if I turned left, there'd be more of the residential tracts, some widely spaced, like I'd been through, some newer and more densely packed, and a couple of trailer parks, but eventually the road dead ended into the forest. No businesses to speak of, unless you were looking for a guide service or a hairdresser. I turned right, because I knew that I would end up in the middle of town, and there were things to see as I headed southwest. Forks really was a small town, and it was less than a mile into the downtown business district.

I turned left on Spartan Avenue, a block before I would have reached Forks Avenue, the main drag, and Highway 101 as it passed through town. The School was down this way, a couple of blocks, and I wanted to check it out.

After a couple of blocks, I saw a school, but I realized at once that it was the forks middle school. I kept going and pulled into the parking lot of the high school, further down the block. I checked again, and I was in the right place, at least the sign said it was Forks High School. It was tiny compared to what I was used to. In the town where I'd grown up, there were four high schools and they each had over 3000 students. There were just over 3000 people living in the whole town here and there were only about 312 students enrolled in the high school.

This was going to be a new experience. There were no fences, no metal detectors, and they probably didn't even have any campus police. The student hand book I'd looked at online even said they had an open campus for lunch. Of course, where would you go around here to get anything to eat?

The main building looked like it had been built back in the 1920's, and was a two story brick building. Additional wings had been added on to the back of the building over the years, and there was a separate administration building with offices, the library and cafeteria. It looked like there was a fairly modern looking gymnasium, and I could see a track and football field out beyond it. I pulled back out onto Spartan Avenue, and continued south and turned onto East E Street to circle around the school. I checked out the track and football field, and then I had to cut through another residential tract to come out back onto Spartan Avenue by the middle school.

I kept going straight for another block, and came to Forks Avenue or Highway 101 as it passed through town. I turned left and headed south again. We'd come into town this way, but it had been late last night, and I hadn't really had a chance to look around. I was surprised to see so many motels and Inns, and there were a surprising number of restaurants, but I suppose it made a kind of sense. Forks was the only town with commercial enterprises, between Aberdeen to the south and Port Angeles to the northeast.

Aberdeen was a good two and a half hour drive south, on the north shore of Gray's Harbor, and Port Angeles was an hour and a half drive north and east, lying on the northern edge of the Olympic peninsula. A lot of the local economy depended on the tourist industry, with people coming to explore the wilderness areas, the rain forest, fishing for steelhead, rainbow trout, and salmon, and the natural beauty of the rugged northwest Pacific coast. La Push was supposed to have pretty good surfing, and it sounded like something I might need to try out.

I found the local Thriftway grocery store, so at least we wouldn't have to drive three hours to grocery shop, but that was a moot point. The martial arts academy that Alice wanted to continue her training at was in Port Angeles, so I'd probably be driving her there at least twice a week anyhow. I didn't really mind, the training had done Alice good and had helped her heal from the emotional trauma she'd been through as a kid. Alice might be small, and look like a pushover, but I pitied anyone that gave her any grief at school. She'd been studying martial arts since she came to live with us when she was ten and she had a third degree black belt in Taekwondo. She'd started messing around with swords this last year, and was excited because the academy in Port Angeles specialized in the techniques that she wanted to learn.

I kept going south until I passed the Forks airport. Nothing to see down there, unless you counted the timber museum and another trailer park. I turned north onto Russell Road and made my way up to Bogachiel Way and turned back northeast. I passed the community hospital on my way through town, always a good piece of information to have, and kept going until I came back out onto Forks Avenue again. I turned left and headed north this time.

There were a few more restaurants. I saw a Mexican place, and a Chinese restaurant. There were some gift shops, a couple of art galleries and craft places. I was surprised to see an old fashioned drive-in burger joint and malt shop, like something out of a fifties TV show, and could just imagine the kids hanging out there after school. I was about to the northern edge of town when I saw the first sign of modern commercial America. There was a Subway franchise in the gas station before you crossed the river out of town. It was nice to know that there were some options available, if I didn't want to eat cafeteria food for lunch, but I'd wait and see how they stacked up against the completion first.

I crossed the bridge out of town, and kept heading northwest up Highway 101 for about a mile and a half until I came to La Push Road. The sign said it was Highway 110. The map I'd looked at showed that there was another bigger airport out this way, and if I felt like it, I could go all the way to La Push and check out the beach. I turned left onto the highway, and followed the road as it wound through the forest. After about 3 miles, there was a sign for the airport, and I turned onto Quillayute Road. I followed the road for about five miles, and I saw the end of the runway as the trees gave way to a large cleared area, a couple of miles wide.

Quillayute State airport still wasn't much to look at, but it ran commercial flights to Port Angeles and Seattle, plus whatever local and private traffic there was. Up here in the northwest, there were places you could only reach by air, and a lot of bush pilots operated out of this airport to take wilderness enthusiasts, campers, and fishermen deep into the back country. There was a row of warehouses, and a couple of aircraft hangers. There were a couple of planes out on the tarmac, but it looked pretty slow right now, in the late afternoon right before twilight.

I was taking a slow cruise around the warehouses, just letting the bike idle along fast enough to cruise without having to put my feet down for support, when I caught the scent of a pungent odor that I knew so well. The corners of my lips rose in a smirk, and I followed my nose to the source. This section of the airport was pretty remote from the main terminal area, if you could call it that. The warehouses looked almost abandoned and little used, but somebody was hanging out here. I turned the corner of the warehouse at the end of the row, and there was a guy sitting on some crates with the pipe still in his hand. He freaked out when I came around the corner, and tried to hide the pipe, but I laughed, and held up my hand to stop him.

"Chill out, dude, I'm not here to give you any grief," I told him

I killed the engine, kicked down the stand, and leaned the bike against it as I stepped off and took off my shades as I walked over to the guy. I saw that he was really just a kid, about my age, but he was taller than me. He had to be well over six feet, but was still kind of thin and lanky like he'd gone through a growth spurt, and his body was still trying to fill out. He looked like he was a Native American, with russet colored skin, brown eyes, and long straight black hair that was pulled back into a ponytail. He was wearing dirty faded blue jeans, a grease stained white tank top, and hiking boots.

"I smelled you smoking from around the corner. I just moved here, and I'm dry. I was looking to see if you could hook me up with some weed, man."

The guy eyed me for a second, probably trying to decide if I was legit, or a narc trying to bust him. If I was a cop, I had him cold, so he decided to play it off. He handed me the pipe, and said, "Yeah, I can hook you up, try this shit out, it'll blow you away." I took the pipe, pulled my lighter out of my pocket and fired up. It was some good shit, easily as good as the Cali Kush bud I used to buy before we moved. I wanted more.

I held the smoke in for a minute, and blew it out my nose, so he could see that I'd inhaled it, and I saw him relax. I handed him back his pipe, and held out my hand, "I'm Edward Cullen, I just moved to Forks. That's some good bud, dude. I want some more, if you know where I can get some."

He took the pipe and reached out and shook my hand. "Hey Edward, I'm Jacob Black. I can hook you up. C'mon inside and meet my crew, and we can talk. Cool bike, go ahead and move it around front, and I'll get Sam."

I took off my helmet, and set it on the gas tank where it wouldn't slide off. I pushed the bike upright, the stand sprung back, and I wheeled it around to the front of the shop behind Jacob. I kicked the stand back down and leaned it over on the stand in front of the rollup door to the warehouse, and followed Jacob in. There were two more Native American boys working on some cars in the warehouse, and I saw Jacob walk into an office in the back of the building.

I could tell that they weren't trying to fix these cars, from the state of disrepair they were in. It looked more like they were taking them apart and stripping parts off of them. I noticed some pallets with airbags, tail light assemblies, some engine parts, and I knew exactly what they were up to. This was a chop shop, and these were probably stolen cars that they were stripping to sell the parts.

Jacob came walking out of the office, and another Native American man followed him out. This guy was fucking huge! He towered over Jacob, and must have been about 6'10". He had long, rounded muscles, copper skin, close cropped black hair, and brown eyes. He had an older face, and looked like he was at least twenty-seven or twenty-eight. He reached out his hand to me and spoke with a deep voice, "Jacob tells me that you'd like to do some business with us Edward, I'm Sam Uley."

I took his hand, and his grip was firm. I returned the handshake, and said, "Hi, Sam, yeah, business is good. Jacob gave me a taste of some righteous bud, and I'd like to get some more if you can hook me up."

Sam sized me up for a minute, and then motioned for me to follow him. "Ok, Edward, come with me. Usually I don't do business with anyone without references, but Jacob said you smoked with him, so I'll take a chance this time."

I followed him back to his office. He sat down behind a shabby looking metal desk with a scattering of papers, and a surprisingly new looking computer. He pointed at a chair in front of the desk and I sat down.

"You thirsty?" He asked, and I nodded. He turned to Jacob, and said, "Jake, get us some brews, man," then he turned back to me.

"So, Edward, why do you think you can trust us? How do you know I'm not just going to rip you off?"

He could, but I knew he wouldn't. Everything I'd seen so far spoke of a man that wanted a profit from his work. He might be a criminal, but he was a business man first.

I shrugged. "You're a business man, Sam. Sure, you could rip me off, but then you just profit once. If you sell to me, then you make a profit every time I come back. If I like what I buy, and share it with my friends, then they start to buy from you too, and you make more money than you could stealing from me."

Sam smiled. "I like you Edward. You're smart and you think things through. Most people wouldn't figure that out. Now, let me show you what I have for you."

Jacob came back in and handed us bottles of beer. I twisted off the cap and took a drink, while Sam opened a drawer in his desk reached into it. "So, Edward, how much smoke were you looking to take home with you today?" Sam asked.

Street prices varied widely, based on a lot of factors. I'd never made a buy around here, so I didn't know what the local prices were like yet. The price of a quarter ounce could go anywhere from $10 to $120, depending on quality, who you bought it from, where you bought it. Some markets dealt in grams for high quality shit in good markets. I figured the population density was pretty low here, and there was a lot of territory for growers to find a secluded patch of woods in high summer months. Even if they were trafficking the pot in from out of state, the market demand would drive the price down.

"I'll take an ounce, if you have that much on you, Sam," I told him. I knew that for high quality pot, even in some high priced markets that shouldn't be more than $500, and I had that much cash on me. Realistically, it shouldn't be more than $300, and I wouldn't be surprised if they only hit me for $200, but even that would still be high in my opinion.

Sam laid four Ziploc baggies on the desk. "We sell quarters for $40, but if you're interested in larger amounts, I can get you a volume discount."

"I'll keep that in mind," and I reached for my wallet and counted out $160 laid it on the desk and picked up the baggies and stuffed them in my pocket. Sam made the stack of $20 bills disappear.

"A pleasure doing business with you, Edward, you know where to find me when you want some more, Jake, why don't you show Edward out."

I stood up and nodded to Sam, but his attention was back on the computer monitor, and we were done. I followed Jacob back out into the shop, and drank my beer. The two guys that were stripping the cars pretended to ignore us, but I saw their eyes glance up and follow us while they pretended to work. We got back to the rollup door, and I tossed the empty beer bottle in a trash can.

"So, Jacob, do you go to Forks high?" I asked

"No, I go to the reservation school in La Push," Jacob said.

"That's too bad. It would have been nice to know at least one person there, besides my sister."

"Yeah, well I don't get down to the school too much these days, anyhow. They don't have much to teach me that I can't learn here, and I make a better living with Sam's crew."

"Well, what do you guys do for excitement around here, do you surf? I here that's supposed to be pretty good around here, I've never tried it, but it sounds like a rush."

"Yeah, I surf, and we cliff dive too, but none the pussies from Forks have the balls to keep up with us," Jacob said with a challenging grin on his face.

"I'm not from Forks, I just live there now. How do I get a hold of you," I asked as I smiled back at him.

Jacob grabbed a pad of paper and pencil by the door. He wrote down a phone number and tore the sheet off and gave it to me. "Call me if you need me to hook you up, we have the best buds around, and the best prices too. If you're interested in anything harder, we can make that happen too. Let me know and I can cut you deal on some blow, and I hear those high school chicks really put out if you hook them up with some exstasy." I glanced at the number and stuffed the note in my pocket.

"I'm not into the harder stuff, some righteous bud, some brew, maybe a couple of shots, and I'm good to go. I'll keep you in mind though, if the opportunity comes up."

"That's cool, man. That's about how I roll too. Let me know when you're ready to hit the beach. There's still some good weather before school starts, but we surf almost year round. There are some killer waves when the storms start to roll in."

"So, that Newton Outfitters in Forks looked like a camping and sporting goods store. Do they have all the gear I'll need?"

"Yeah, Newton's has everything you need. Just tell them you're hitting first beach at La Push, and they'll get you set up."

"Ok, I'll check it out. I'll be in touch." I held up my fist with my knuckles toward Jacob, and he reached up his fist and bumped my knuckles.

I nodded and walked back to my bike. I stepped over the seat, and pulled my helmet back on. I got my mirror shades out and put them back on and kicked the Harley to life. I nodded to Jacob and cruised down the rest of the row of warehouses. The rest of the buildings were closed up, and most of them looked empty and abandoned. I wasted some time checking out the rest of the airport, but there wasn't much to see.

I was getting late and I decided to head back to Forks. I was north of the Quillayute River now anyhow, and I would have had to back track anyways if I wanted to go to La Push. I figured I'd wait until I checked out Newton's and bought the surfing gear before I went down to La Push to see the beach.

The ride back to the house was kind of mellow. I wasn't stoned, I'd only had one hit off the pipe, and one beer, and I wasn't that much of a light weight, by any means, but I calmed down and was ready to deal with my family now. I reached into my pocket and took out my cell phone, and turned it back on. I looked at the screen, and there were about eight voicemails, probably from Alice. I sighed and stuck it back in my pocket as I came into town.

Forks didn't have much of a night life, but there were some people out and about as I cruised through town. I was right about the drive-in. There were a bunch of cars and pickups in the parking lot and I could hear the loud music from the street as I rode past. There were mostly teenagers hanging out in the parking lot, and I could see more inside, and I had an idea.

I pulled off the street into the parking lot of a liquor store on the corner of Forks Avenue and Calawah Way, and took my cell phone back out. I speed dialed Alice's number, and she picked up on the first ring.

"Edward, where the hell are you? I've been trying to call you all afternoon, and all I could get was your voicemail!"

"Sorry, Alice, I needed to cool down, and I decided to do a little exploring. My phone was turned off. Is dad still pissed off?

"He was mad at first, but he calmed down, you know how he is. That real estate agent that he's been talking to called, and then he left to go look at some shops that are for rent here in town, where he might be able to set up a clinic. You guys all took off and left me here to unpack!"

"Are you hungry? I think I found the local hang out. Are you up for a burger and malt at an old fashioned drive-in?"

"That sounds cool, how far away are you?"

"I'll be home in about five minutes. Grab your helmet and we can go meet some of the local kids."

"Edward, Carlisle will be pissed off again if we go on your motorcycle!"

"He's just going to have to get over it then. I have my license now, and can carry passengers. It's still summer, and we might as well enjoy it while we can. I'll meet you in five, and we can see how cool these Forks kids are." I ended the call and stuck the phone back in my pocket.

I pulled back out into the street, and cruised up Calawah way and turned left on Merchant Road to ride back to the house. Alice was waiting for me at the end of the driveway when I pulled onto Riviera Drive.

I had to admit, Alice would be pretty hot for such a petite girl, if she wasn't my sister. She was about 4'10" tall, but the spike heel ankle booties gave her about 3 more inches. She was wearing a pair of low cut tight designer jeans and a purple leather scuba jacket that was zipped up the front. I'm not sure how she managed in five minutes, but her hair and makeup were perfect. The jet black hair was easy, she wore it short, so it didn't get in the way when she did her martial arts, and it was part of her philosophy to never be a victim again. An attacker could grab long hair, so she took away the option, but it still looked cute on her. The makeup was a mystery to me, but she was really good at anticipating what I was going to do, so she'd probably already been ready to go, waiting for my call.

She had the strap of her purse over her shoulder, and was wearing a pair of very lightly shaded mirrored sunglasses over her blue eyes. She was holding the half helmet that I'd bought her when I pulled up in front of the drive. She pulled it on and bounced over to the bike as I stopped and put my feet down to steady the bike. Alice hopped on the back of the Harley, kicked down the foot pegs, and settled the instep of her boots on them as she wrapped her arms around me to hold on. I felt her inhale as she sniffed my hair.

"Edward, are you stoned?" Alice asked.

"No, I'm not stoned, I only had one hit, but you've got to check out this righteous bud I scored off of this kid from the reservation this afternoon, Alice. It's at least as good as that Cali Kush bud you used to buy off of those beaners in San Leandro."

"I'll be the judge of that, but let's get out of here, before dad comes back. He'll just get pissed off again if he sees you giving me a ride."

"Ok" and I pulled back out into the street.

We cruised back into town, and I pointed out some of the local attractions I'd discovered this afternoon. There wasn't much to point out, but it was a short trip, and soon we were pulling into the parking lot at Sully's Drive-in. Some of the kids had left, but there was still a pretty good crowd. I saw a parking spot by the edge of the outside seating area next to a blue van. It looked like a nice secluded spot away from the direct view of the inside of the drive-in, and the van was parked to block the view from the street The side doors were open so the kids could listen to the music from the stereo and there was a group of kids hanging out, sitting in the van and at the picnic tables in front of it.

I pulled into the spot next to the van, killed the engine and kicked down the stand as I leaned the bike onto it. Alice hopped off the back and took off her helmet and pushed her sunglasses up onto the top of her head. She unzipped her jacket, and it looked like she was wearing a sequined purple silk spaghetti strap tank top under the jacket. I took off my mirror shades and slid them into my shirt pocket. I pulled off my helmet and ran my hand through my hair, and then took a look around as I stepped off the bike.

The local kids were checking us out as we got off of the Harley. They were a mixed bunch of boys and girls about the same age as Alice and I from the look of them.

One of the boys nodded to me, "Cool ride, California, you guys passing through?" He was tan, and looked like he'd be about 6'1", with brown hair and brown eyes. He was sitting next to a girl with cornsilk blonde hair, and green fishy eyes with pale eyebrows.

"No such luck, we just moved into the old Cullen place by the river, up on Riviera Drive. My dad got the house in the will when his aunt passed away."

"Huh, I heard about old lady Cullen passing. I didn't know she had any family. Welcome to Forks," and he stood up and held out his hand. "I'm Tyler Crowley, and this is Lauren Mallory," he said indicating the blond girl next to him.

"Hey, Tyler, I'm Edward Cullen, and this is my sister, Alice." I noticed that got a response from some of the guys when they registered the word 'sister'.

One of the other boys stepped forward and held out his hand to me, "Hey, Edward, I'm Mike Newton." He was a couple of inches shorter than Tyler and had a baby face, but he had that look that girls found to be altogether good looking, with pale blue eyes and blond hair.

I shook his hand, and then he introduced the rest of the kids in their group. The girl next to him was Jessica Stanley. She was 5'1" with long curly dark brown hair and blue eyes. There was a really tall girl who was introduced as Angela Weber. She had to be 6'0 tall but she seemed kind of quiet and shy, with gentle brown eyes and light brown hair with streaks of honey blond in it. There were another couple of guys, Eric Yorkie came off as the classic overly-helpful, geeky, chess club type. He was 6'3" with hair "as black as an oil slick," brown eyes, and a poor complexion. Ben Cheney was 5'7" and looked like he was of Asian descent with black hair, and dark brown eyes.

Katy Decker was sitting at the picnic table watching us. She had blue eyes and blond hair pulled up in a high pony tail. Her face was a perfect narrow oval-shape, with large, wide-spaced eyes, high cheekbones, and a narrow nose with a slightly rounded jaw with a strong chin. Her lips were perfectly proportioned for her jaw line. Her eyebrows were darker than her hair and they were slightly arched. She looked like she'd stand about five foot six inches tall. She was slender but slightly muscular with an athletic build, and looked like she'd weigh about 120 pounds. She was wearing jeans, sneakers, and a Navy Blue hooded sweatshirt with Spartan XC in gold letters across the front. There were a couple of other girls and another guy with her, but I forgot their names as I stared at Katy.

I turned to Mike, and said, "Newton, right? Does your family run the sporting goods store I saw downtown?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm working there this summer, but I'll have to go back to part time when school starts," Mike told us.

"Sweet, maybe you can help me out. A guy I was talking to said that you can get me setup with all the gear I need to go surfing out at First Beach in La Push."

"Yeah, we've got everything you need. Do you surf much, Edward?" Mike asked.

"I…"

"Edward," Alice interrupted, "You said you were going to buy me dinner. Let's go order and then you can talk."

"Ok, Alice. I'll be back guys, have to go feed the sister."

"Hey, no problem," Tyler spoke up. "You can order with the phone on the table over there," and he pointed to a phone on the table where Katy was sitting. "They'll bring your food out when it's ready."

"Ok, thanks," and Alice and I walked over to the table and sat down. Tyler, Mike and Jessica and Lauren followed us over. We looked over the menu on the wall of the drive-in, and then I picked up the phone to order. I got a bacon double cheese burger, fries and a chocolate malt, and Alice had the Hawaiian burger, which was a hamburger with a pineapple ring on it, onion rings, and a root beer float.

I turned to the guys, and said, "You guys want anything while I'm ordering?" I asked.

They all shook their heads, and then Mike said, "No, we all ate already, but you can get some fries and cheese balls for munchies, if you want."

Now that sounded promising. Jessica elbowed him in the ribs and gave him a "shut up" look, but I ordered a couple of large orders of each.

"To answer your question, Mike, no, I've never even been surfing, but I heard the surfing was one of the attractions out here, and I want to learn. I met a guy from the reservation today, and he told me he'd teach me."

"Who did you meet?" Mike asked. "Some of those rez kids are a pretty rough crowd. You need to be careful around them."

"Jacob Black," I said. "He seemed like a pretty good guy. Mike's eyes got big.

"Jacob Black! He runs with Sam Uley's crew. You're lucky to be alive, if you ran into him today," Mike exclaimed.

"Nah, Jacob was cool. I met Sam, and he got me a brew while we talked." Mike and Tyler both stared at me, and I had the feeling that they were impressed, or they thought I was lucky to be alive, but Mike glanced back at my bike, and just nodded.

"Yeah, Jacob's cool, Katy spoke up. He's a good surfer too. He won't steer you wrong if you do what he says."

Our food showed up then, and I paid the girl that brought it out. We kept talking as we ate.

Tyler spoke up next, and said, "So, Edward, do you or Alice play any sports?"

"Edward runs cross country, and wrestles," Alice spoke up. That seemed to get Katy and Tyler's attention.

"What about you, Alice," Katy asked. "Are you into any sports?"

"Well, yes and no," Alice said. "They don't have high school teams for my sport, and I'm usually too busy training to play in any of the high school sports."

That seemed to intrigue the crowd, and Mike asked what everybody was thinking, "So what sport do you train for, Alice?"

"I've been studying Taekwondo since I was ten, and I've been studying Haidong Gumdo for about a year now."

"Really?" Mike asked. "Is there even anyplace you can learn that around here?"

"There's a martial arts academy in Port Angeles that specializes in both of those forms, and the owner is very highly regarded in the sport. I'm looking forward to being able to train with him." Alice said.

"So, are you any good?" Lauren asked, but she had a look on her face like she smelled something bad.

Alice shrugged, but I wasn't going to let that go. "Alice is too modest. She's a third degree black belt, and took the silver medal in Paris in 2003, and gold in Toronto, last year in her age group."

That seemed to put Lauren in her place, but Alice glared at me for blabbing about her skills. I didn't mind. I was her brother, and I knew it would make any of these guys think twice about getting fresh with her. They'd be more respectful, if they knew she could kick their ass without breathing hard.

Tyler took the opportunity to change the subject. "So, Edward what weight class do you wrestle?"

"Well, I wrestled 160, last year as a freshman, but I don't think I can cut enough weight to get there this year, so I'm thinking 171 if I really push it or 189 if I want to take the easy way out."

"So, are you any good?" Tyler asked, and he had a worried look on his face. "I was going to try for 171 this year." He said.

Now Alice took the opportunity to jump in and tell them about me. "Edward took second place in the 160 pound weight class at the California State Finals for 4A schools last year. He should have won, but the other kid got ahead in point on a bogus call for a take down, and then stalled until time ran out. If he would have wrestled the match clean, Edward would have kicked his ass and pinned him."

Mike slapped Tyler on the shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look.

It was getting later, and we'd finished our burgers. Some of the other kids had left, and the parking lot was less crowded now. I decided to get the conversation off of us and find out more about Forks.

"So, what do you guys do for excitement around here? Hanging out at the drive-in is cool, but is there more? Mike, you mentioned munchies, do you guys party?"

Mike looked at Tyler and Lauren, and then back at Jessica. Tyler just shrugged, Lauren gave him a 'what ever' kind of look, and Jessica seemed resigned and just nodded.

"Yeah, we party," Mike said and took a joint out of his pocket. "We were getting ready to fire up when you got here," and he put the joint between his lips and lit the end with his lighter.

Mike took a hit, and then passed the joint to me. I took a hit off of it, and it was some really harsh ditch weed. Low quality rag weed, you'd have to smoke a ton of this shit to catch a buzz and then wake up with a headache. I passed the joint to Alice, and exhaled through my nose, and raised an eyebrow to Mike.

"Mike, dude, somebody is seriously ripping you off. That shit is harsh, man. You catch a buzz off this?"

Alice tried the ditch weed, and to her credit, she didn't cough, but gave mike a sympathetic look, shook her head, and passed the joint to Katy across the table.

I reached into my pocket, and took out my pipe and one of the quarters I got from Sam. I opened the baggie. The buds were firm and moist with fine hair sticking to them and had a rich pungent odor. I broke off part of the bud and tamped it down into the bowl of the pipe. I held the pipe in my mouth and fired up with my lighter, and took a hit off the bud to clear the harsh taste of the ditch weed.

I passed the pipe to Mike, and said, "Dude, try some of this bud. This is some primo shit, man, it'll fuck you up."

Mike looked a little dubious, like I'd hurt his pride, but he took the pipe and took a hit off of it. His eyes glazed over, and he got a silly grin on his face, and passed the pipe to Jessica, before he dropped it.

Alice picked up the baggie from where I'd laid it on the table, and took a look at the buds as the pipe made its way around the group. She looked at it closely, and felt the moisture and looked at the fine hairs sticking to the buds. She inhaled deeply from the baggie, and then took a hit off the pipe when Katy handed it to her. She blew out the smoke, and handed me the pipe. I added more fresh bud, fired it up, and passed it to Mike.

"You're right, Edward," Alice said. "This is as good as that Cali Kush bud from San Leandro, but it's different. It's not Kush, and it isn't Thai either. I'm thinking an Afghani indica sativa blend, but somebody around here is a real artist as a grower to come up with this strain of skunk."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking too, local product. I wouldn't be surprised if this was hydro from a grow house, from the moisture content, and how well the buds stick together, but then, there's plenty of secluded forest around here in the right part of the year too."

The pipe made the rounds a couple more times, but these local kids were light weights after having nothing but that ditch weed they'd been buying, and they were all pretty stoned. Alice got up to go to the restroom with Angela and Jessica. Angela looked lost, and Jessica just kept giggling about everything she heard and saw. I think Alice went with them to keep them out of trouble. Mike was just kind of blankly staring off into space, and there was a trickle of drool running down his chin. Tyler was having a heated discussion with Lauren, Michaela, and Ben about whether or not there were hidden cameras in the school so the principal could spy on the kids.

Katy got up, she didn't seem quite as toasted as the other kids, and she came and sat next to me on the bench. She scooted over close, so her thigh was pressed up against mine, and she reach over and started tracing slow circle on the back of my hand and wrist with her fingers.

"So, Edward, you run cross country too," Katy said in a low voice, keeping the conversation private. "How did you do last year?" She asked, her lips were close to my ear, and I could feel her hot breath as she spoke.

"I did ok," I told her. I lifted my arm over her shoulder and snaked it around her waist, pulling her closer and resting my hand on her hip. She didn't push me away, so I started to rub her leg. She reached for my free hand on the table, and I stroked circles on the back of her hand with my thumb.

"How good was ok," she asked, whispering into my ear.

"I was an individual state qualifier, but my team didn't go. I finished 25th out of a field of 250 runners." She dropped her free hand onto my leg, and was lightly massaging my leg now, when I looked over and saw Alice coming back from the restroom with Angela and Jessica. She didn't look pleased to see Katy all over me.

"So, Edward, are you going to take me for a ride on your motorcycle," Katy asked as her hand dropped lower to graze along the inside of my thigh.

"Um, Katy, I need to give Alice a ride home. She came with me, and I can't leave her stranded here." It was getting late, and it looked like the drive-in was getting ready to close.

"She can catch a ride with Tyler. Hey, Tyler, you have to go out past Merchant Road to drop off Ben and Lauren, Can Alice ride with you guys?" Katy asked.

"Sure, no problem if she needs a ride, we're going that way." Tyler said. "You want to come with us, Alice?" Tyler asked.

"Yeah, go ahead and give her a ride, Edward. I'll go with Tyler, Alice said. She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes, and I wondered what she had against Katy. Alice had never complained when I dated in California. I wasn't a player, but I'd gone out with my share of different girls before.

Everybody started to leave then when the Drive-in flashed the lights to let everyone know it was closing time. Tyler got into the driver seat of the van, and Lauren got in the passenger seat. Jessica and Mike climbed in the back and Mike put his arm around her, the Angela, Ben, Eric and Alice climbed in and shut the door. Michaela, Brittany and another guy went and got into another car, and Katy held my hand as we walked over to my Harley.

I handed her Alice's helmet, and helped her put it on, then I stepped onto the bike. I put on my helmet and mirror shades, and Katy climbed on the back of the bike and wrapped her arms around my waist. I kicked the engine to life, and pulled the bike over to the exit onto Forks Avenue.

"So, Katy, how far do you want to go tonight?" I asked with a smirk

"Head south to East E Street, don't worry, I'll let you know when to stop," and she reached down between my legs and grabbed my hard cock through my jeans.

I pulled out onto the street and cruised south down Forks Avenue. It was about 7 blocks to East E Street, but the only thing down there was the high school, and E Street would take you back to the track. I didn't argue as Katy rubbed my hard cock as we rode down the street and pressed up against my back. I turned left on East E Street, and then Katy told me to turn left again in the middle of the block onto a gravel drive way. The access road brought us back behind the gymnasium at the high school, between the gym and the bleachers at the football field.

Katy told me to pull over to a door in the back of the gym, and park. She got off the bike, and pulled me with her after I shut off the engine and leaned it onto the stand. She took off the helmet, and I took off mine, and she took my hand and pulled me over to the door.

"I'm captain of the girls cross country team this year, and Coach Newhouse gave me a key to the weight room, so I can get the girls together to work out over the summer," Katy told me, and she unlocked the door. She pulled me inside and the door swung shut behind us. She held my hand, and pulled me down the hall, and then used her key to open another door. She flipped on the light, and we were in a well stocked modern weight room full of work out machines and exercise equipment. There was an open area with exercise mats for floor exercise and wrestling sparring, free weights, and a couple of weight benches.

Katy let the door swing shut behind us, and then she turned to me and pressed herself up against me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and tangled her fingers in my hair as she pulled my face down to hers and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her to me, and let her soft warm lips move on mine as I reached down and squeezed her firm ass. I felt Katy's lips part, and she ran her tongue across my bottom lip. I opened my mouth, and our tongues met, slick and sweet and velvety smooth as she pushed her tongue into my mouth and ran it across my teeth and explored the ridges on the roof of my mouth.

Finally she had to break the kiss to catch her breath, and I trailed kisses along her jaw to the hollow below her ear, and placed open mouthed kisses along the column of her neck.

"God I've wanted to do that, ever since I watched you get off your motorcycle at the drive-in. You're just so gorgeous Edward, I couldn't help myself," and then Katy reached down and unsnapped my jacket and reached up and pushed my leather jacket off of my shoulders.

I let go of her, and let her push it off to fall on the floor behind me. Then I reached for the hem of her hoodie and lifted it over her head, she pulled her arms out of the sleeves and I dropped it next to us. I took a couple of steps back, drawing her with me, and sat down on a weight bench. I pulled Katy onto my lap, and she wrapped her legs around me, straddling my hips.

She reached for me again and pressed herself against me, grinding her pussy against my cock through our jeans. I put my arms around her and pulled her against my chest as out lips met again. Her lips parted and I pushed my tongue into her mouth.

I lifted the hem of her t-shirt, and ran my hands up the smooth skin of her back under her shirt. I felt the clasp of her bra, and flipped it open with practiced ease.

I felt Katy sigh against my lips as I raised her shirt, and lifted the cups of her bra off of her firm perky breasts. I reached between us, and cupped her breast, gently squeezing it, and running my thumb over her nipple as it hardened under my touch.

She leaned back, and I pulled the shirt and her bra off over her head and dropped it on the floor.

I leaned forward and pulled her to me as I took her hard nipple between my lips and sucked it into my mouth, flicking my tongue over her hard pebble. I massaged her other breast and played with her nipple with my free hand, and Katy moaned and called my name as she writhed in pleasure.

Katy scooted her hips back, and then I felt her hands on my belt, pulling it open. She unsnapped my jeans, reached for my fly, and pulled my zipper down.

I felt her reach for the waist band of my jeans at my hips, and she started to work them down. I had to let her go, and I scooted to the end of the bench and raised my hips as she pulled down my jeans and boxers all at once, down off my hips and past my knees around my ankles.

She scooted back close again, and reached down to wrap her hand around my hard cock, and started to stroke me up and down the length of my cock.

I reached for the snap on her jeans, but she took my hand and lifted it to her breast again. "Not tonight, let me make you feel good. It's almost my curfew, and we don't have much time."

Katy slid backward, and pulled me to the edge of the weight bench, and then she dropped to her knees between my legs. She stroked the length of my hard cock, and then she leaned forward and kissed the tip.

She ran her hot tongue around the head, licking me like an ice cream cone, and then she leaned forward and sucked my hot dick into her mouth as she stroked my shaft.

She bobbed up and down on the head of my cock, and wet the shaft with her spit so her hands slid silkily up and down my shaft.

It felt absolutely fucking amazing as she set up a rhythm, sliding as far forward as she could go, until I felt the head of my cock brush against the back of her throat, and then she'd pull forward as she swirled her tongue around me.

I worked my fingers through her hair and gently held her head as she moved on me. It was hot and wet as she sucked and stroked, and I felt like I had gone to heaven.

"Oh god, Katy… God, that's fucking amazing!" I moaned.

She sucked me harder and faster, and I was getting close.

"God, Katy… I'm almost there!" I warned her, but it just seemed to encourage her to work me harder.

I tapped her on the shoulder, and said, "Oh god, I'm going to… I'm going to come!"

I exploded in her mouth, as she pushed forward and took me deep in her mouth. She could only fit about half of my cock in her mouth as my head brushed against the back of her throat.

I felt her swallowing as my orgasm pulsed through me, but she couldn't keep up, and I saw a dribble of come run down her chin.

Finally, she pulled back off of me, and my cock came out of her mouth with a pop as she sucked down my length to the head.

She reached up and scooped the dribble of come off her chin with her finger, and then she stuck her finger in her mouth to suck my come off her finger.

I pulled her up and wrapped my arms around her, and our lips met again. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue into Katy's mouth, and I could taste my come in her mouth.

I heard music coming from Kay's hoodie, and she let me go and reached for it. She pulled a cell phone out of the kangaroo pocket, and looked at it.

"Shit, it's my mom… I need to get home, or I'm going to break curfew. If I'm late again, she's going to ground me for the rest of summer vacation." Katy started to gather her clothes and get dressed, so I pulled up my pants and fixed them. I grabbed my leather jacket and shrugged back into it, and we were ready to go.

We headed for the door, and I stopped her before she shut off the light. "Let me see your phone," I told her, and I handed her mine. I programmed my number into her contact list, and she added her number to mine. I gave her another quick kiss, and then we left.

We got back on my Harley, and I drove her across town to her house. We had to backtrack all the way past the drive-in, and then west into a newer housing tract where the houses were close together. It was more like what I was used to from California, but most of the houses still didn't have fences.

I pulled up in front of the house that Katy said was home, and she got of the bike and took off the helmet. She handed it to me; I set it on the gas tank, but kept her hand. I stepped off the bike, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her hard in front of her house.

I glanced up at the house, and saw somebody peeking out the curtains, and then the porch light flashed off and on. Katy pulled away from me, and said, "I have to go…"

"When will I see you again?"

"Call me." The lights flashed again. "I surf too; we can do the beach, night…"

"Good night, Katy," and then she was inside the door and the porch light shut off.

I put Alice's helmet in the saddle bag at the back of the bike, and got back on and cruised home. Carlisle's Lexus hybrid was parked in the garage next to the Volvo. I pulled the Harley in, and killed the engine. I pushed down the center stand, and pulled the bike back and up onto it to park it for the night. Then I went into the house.

All of the downstairs lights were off. I went upstairs, and there was no light under Carlisle's door, so I assumed he was asleep. I could hear soft music coming from down the hall, and Alice's door was half open. I tiptoed down the hall, and I had my hand on my door knob…

"Edward," I heard Alice say my name from across the hall in her room. I sighed and went back and opened her door.

Alice was sitting cross legged on the floor like she did when she meditated. She was wearing a soft lavender pair of pajama pants, and a matching tank top. She had her tarot cards spread out in front of her, and she gathered them up, shuffled, and spread another pattern out in front of her. Alice's ability with that kind of thing was uncanny and downright scary sometimes. I'd never known her to be wrong about a prediction yet. Her eyes had that slightly glazed look she got when she worked her mojo, and she gathered up the cards again and cast another pattern.

"Don't fall in love, Edward. I know you like her, but she isn't the one. There will be another girl. She isn't here yet. She's in pain, and you'll help her to heal."

"I don't know if I can do that, Alice. I really like Katy. I've never felt like this before."

"I know, I can see it, she will make you very happy if you let it happen. You only have a choice for a short time where you can choose your path."

"And if I choose not to love Katy?" I asked.

"It will be painful. Your life will be hard, you will be rejected by your peers, but when the time comes, you will be ready to be happy."

"And if I choose Katy?"

"Then someday you'll have to make a choice between the girl that owns your heart, and the girl that owns your soul."

"Good night, Alice, I'll see you in the morning." I turned to walk out of her room.

"Good night, Edward. Please make the right choice." I could see that Alice was serious, and I bowed my head and went to my room.

I turned on the light, and I was taken by surprise. Alice was a great sister, and I was an ass. She'd made up my bed and moved all of the boxes that she hadn't unpacked to one side of the room. My clothes were in my dresser, and the closet was organized and neat with my clothes hanging up.

I took off my boots and my leather jacket, and grabbed some sleep pants and headed down the hall to the bathroom. I got undressed, and ran a hot shower, and got in and let the water wash away the stress of this long day. I got out, dried off and brushed my teeth. I pulled on the sleep pants, stuffed my dirty clothes in the hamper, but I took my pants back to my room so I could clean out my pockets tomorrow.

I got my phone out of my jacket pocket so I could plug it in to the charger laying on the nightstand next to my bed. I stared at it for a minute as I turned off the light and turned on the bedside lamp. I should just plug it in and go to bed. Damn it, I was tired of being in pain. I'd been in pain ever since mom died, and now I finally felt good.

I lay down on the bed, and flipped the phone open and scrolled through the contacts. I stared at Katy's number for a long time. Maybe I was being selfish, but fuck it, I wanted my happiness, and I wanted it now. I pressed the send button.

"Hi, Edward," Katy said.

"Hey, Katy, did you get in trouble when I dropped you off," I asked.

"My mom freaked out, when you dropped me off on your motorcycle, and my dad says they want to meet you, before we can go out again, but they took it better than I thought they would."

"That's cool; I can be charming when I need to be. Your parents will love me. So, you want to help me pick out a surf board tomorrow…"

I heard Alice groan from across the hall. "Damn it Edward, wrong choice!" as her door slammed shut.