Chapter 1- And the Car Got Stalled
"Oh boy! Isn't this supposed to be romantic in the movies?", sighed Phoebe, leaning out of her car window, currently stalled by the roadside, feeling the heavily falling raindrops on her face. Her short black hair was nearly out of her pony, hanging wet strands unevenly cut.
"Totally romantic! Watery bullets poosh, poosh on my face. Remind me, in what movie are we? Mean guns?", Charlotte was experiencing the highest level of irritation. Her curly, brunette hair was regaining it's frizz because of the humid weather. It was nearing sunset, she had an early online class with her economics professor the next morning and they were still some 36 miles away from their destination. Forks.
"Forks. Will you beleive it? Forks. F-O-R-K-S. Forks. Why would a town be named that? Alas! Alas! For Miss McKay, her knives and forks ran away!" Phoebe started in her baby singsong voice.
"Shut up Pheebs. Please, I beg you." whined Charlotte.
"Point number 1. You can't order and request in the same sentence. That's against elementary language rules. Point number 2" Phoebe continued in her professor voice.(yes, she's a kind of voice artist) "HEY-LLOOO! YOU WERE DRIVING, YOU DON'T GET TO COMPLAIN!" she shouted.
"Right. I would have let you drive if there wasn't a little snag. You. Can't. Drive."
"That is not the point. What kind of a driver doesn't know how to change a punctured tire?"
"I am going to do a course in that first thing tomorrow morning." Charlotte mumbled to herself. "What do we do know?"
"Oh! My nanny always said 'In times of despair and gloom, when dark shadows loom, ask for help to the skies, for the good God always replies' I'm going to pray! You'll have to tolerate" chirped Phoebe.
"Well, you're not praying anywhere near me. So get out of the car and pray".
She got out of the car and kneeled down on the graveled road, soaking to skin in the rain. "Dear God! I am getting drenched in the rain praying to you because I don't mind the rain, I love it, although you could have timed it better, the ass inside the car is supposedly allergic to you and my devotion. Forgive her. And also because it seems fun!"
"Oh Pheeb's God! There she goes!" Charlotte mumbled into her hands.
" So you see, we're stalled and we need- Oh wait!"Phoebe stood up and shook Charlotte. "Pass me your stole please. I'm wearing white without any wonder bra. I don't want my handles showing."
"Yeah! Cuz God would be sooooo pissed." Charlotte said passing her the stole.
"Very funny. It's not for God, but for his finest creation- men!" smirked Phoebe and went back to her praying ritual, chanting Hindu hymns her Indian nanny had taught her, convincing God about how desperately she needed his help. Charlotte plugged in her earphones to cut out the sound of Phoebe's chants and the rain thudding on the roof of their Chevy.
She started thinking about the 'whole changing places thing' from Seattle to Forks, all because Phoebe insisted. She had been her friend since high school. Despite the polar opposites that they seemed at times, they had found a constant confidante in each other. They had their weird similarities and dissimilarities. They both disliked the same kind of people but couldn't like the same people. They liked the same guys on TV but swooned for totally different personalities in school. While Phoebe was the flippant, spontaneous, sarcastic grammar Nazi, Charlotte was the practical, dominating, protective control freak. But could they love each other more!
Finally, too annoyed to enjoy Adele's crooning, she removed her headphones and stepped out of the car. She was about to go mock Phoebe when she spotted a pair of neon headlights in the distance. Phoebe spotted them at the same time. "Oh boy!" she cried out in joy.
"After praying to God, she thanks boys!" Charlotte shook her head and waved frantically along with Phoebe to stop the oncoming car. Phoebe was completely drenched, the stole wrapped around her shoulders was dripping water and her light blue trousers had darkened a whole shade. Charlotte could feel her jeans and tee getting wet. God! Did she hate the rains at the wrong time!
The pair of headlights belonged to a gorgeous silver Volvo. "Boy! That's some car!" Phoebe smiled to herself. She knew, Charlotte, being the automobile whore that she was, would be drooling at the sight of the metallic babe. Despite her indifference to the four-wheeler community at large, this one was sure a catch! The Volvo maneuvered a magnificent turn and skidded to a suh-mooooth halt right in front of them. Charlotte was floored!
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a/n: Ohkay! I have no idea if you guys liked it. I am trying and trying and trying. Just let me know what's missing and what could be done. Pardon my crude english! And yes! That is Edward's (swoon) Volvo!
