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Chapter 2: Are We There Yet?

Edward's Point of View

Jake and I finally were on the freeway; it felt like eternity since it took us forever to agree on a song. Who knew a simple song about a simple little instrument to keep you dry from the rain would unite me and the wolf? So much for the vampire-werewolf rivalry.

"So, Eduardo," began Jacob, trying to start a conversation. "How's it goin'?"

"Umm…fine," I replied. Eduardo?! What the heck?

"I wonder what location Bella has picked out for us first."

"What?" I nearly came to a complete stop in the middle of the freeway.

"Didn't you know? Bella's picking out all of our stops for us."

"Since when?"

"Uh…since the new treaty was drafted."

"Well, I didn't know about it."

"Didn't you read the fine print?"

"No…" Oh crap. "I didn't think I needed to."

Jacob started laughing. "And how long have you been alive again?"

"Oh, shut up." I know, I know. I'm a failure.

"Really, how long have you been alive again?"

I hesitated. "Since 1901."

I could just imagine the look on his face.

"Ha!" he laughed. "You're an old fart!"

"I'm not an old fart!" I insisted. "Do you see any wrinkles on this face?"

He was laughing hysterically. "No."

"There you have it then."

He wouldn't let it go though. "You're an old fart! You're an old fart!"

He was trying my patience. "Listen, one more chant of 'you're an old fart', and we're turning this car back around to La Push and Forks. You understand?"

"Alright, alright." He put his hands up in the air as if he were surrendering. "We're good."

"Good."

After a moment, I regained my cool.

"So, what place does Bella want us to go to?" I asked him.

"Santa Barbara, California."

That seemed like a random place. "Why there?"

"She has an aunt out there who teaches at UC-Santa Barbara."

"And she wants us out there because…."

"I have no idea."

Hmm…this could get interesting.

Jacob's Point of View

So he didn't read the fine print. That's a first. He's usually on top of everything else. I'm the reliable one for a change. Yes! Then again, the guy's been around for 107 years. I gotta give Grandpa a break. (Why does Bella want to marry a grandpa again?)

Anyway…

After telling Edward our desired destination, there was nothing but dead silence. I looked through his CD collection, and there was nothing that I liked. Maybe for Linkin Park, but I wasn't really in the mood to listen to it. Plus, we were getting crap reception on his radio. Maybe I need to talk him into getting one of those satellite radios. So to spice things up a bit, I thought I'd annoy him with the oldest trick in the book, commonly used by little children.

"Are we there yet?" I asked.

"Not yet," he replied.

Five minutes later…

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

Four minutes elapse…

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

Three minutes…

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

I could tell he was getting a bit irritated. But not irritated enough.

Two minutes…

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

His fists were tightening around the wheel.

One minute…

"Are we there yet?"

"NO!"

Tehe. This was fun.

Thirty seconds…

"Are we there yet?"

"NOOOO!!!!"

"Are we there yet? Are we there yet?"

"For the last time, NO! And if you ask me that again, I'm gonna turn you into a steak dinner!"

"Okay, okay. I'm done." For now.

We drove in peace for another minute or so.

"So," I began, "are we th-"

I didn't even finish "there", and he pulled over to the emergency lane and put on his emergency lights.

"Look, Jacob," he said, trying his best to not slap me across the face. "We have a treaty to adhere to. Let's just say that it's really hard to do that at the moment without leaving you in one piece. Now can we get along like mature adults here?"

I sighed. "Yeah."

"Good."

With that, he pulled over to the actual freeway again. I never thought that I'd actually say this, but can someone please put on Claire de Lune? Dang it, he's becoming an influence on me!

I looked at the speedometer and saw that we were going over 100 miles an hour.

"That's hardcore, man," I stated, in awe.

"What?" he asked.

"Your speed."

"Thanks. I try."

"Ever been caught by the cops?"

"Nope, but if I do, I think I can talk my way out of it."

Maybe…if it were a female cop.

I'm assuming we've been going around 100 for a few hours or so (I hadn't really been paying attention) because before I knew it, I heard "now we're here."

It's about time.

"So, what now?" he asked.

"I don't know," I honestly replied. "But let's find out."