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Chapter Two: Spoons
"Nobody really cares if you're miserable, so you might as well be happy." - Cynthia Nelms
Bella's POV
We landed in Port Angeles Washington, which was about an hour drive to Forks. My mother had already ordered and paid for a car down there so all that was left was to get our luggage and haul a taxi over to the car dealership. Renee also had all of our stuff u-hauled over to the new house a few days beforehand.
We left the airport terminal, heading out to the busy sidewalk and street, only after Renee had taken a side tour into the airport's gift shop.
"Oh Bella look!" She had squealed holding up a t-shirt that had on the front, WASHINGTON: THE EVERGREEN STATE."
"More like the forgotten state."
"Bella! Can you at least pretend your having a great time? Please?"
I had scrunched my face up. But knowing that if I had said no, there wouldn't be an end to it, I agreed.
So here we were on the sidewalk waiting for a taxi, my mom waving one of her hands wildly. Then if by some magic, a bright yellow car pulled up in front of us. The magic of hand waving indeed. We climbed into the back of the cab as the driver put our luggage into the trunk. He hopped back in and started the engine. "Where to ladies?"
"1527 East Front Street."
"You got it."
The drive was uneventful. Not much was said, except my mom and the driver made some small talk. Chattering about things like the weather and the news. I zoned out and ignored them, pulling out my cd player and headphones. This time I skipped track one and waited for track two to begin.
And it did.
As the 90's pop song filled my ears, I looked down at my cd player with confusion and frowns. What the hell was this? Zooey knew I didn't really like pop music, owning only a few cds of the genre.
I decided to humor her, knowing she'd be in Phoenix somewhere glaring if I didn't listen to the whole cd.
I listened to the words carefully. "You can do what you want just seize the day. What your doing tomorrow's gonna come your way."
I missed the next couple lines of the song because of the lead singer's accent, which sounded swedish.
"Its a beautiful life, oooh.
"Its a beautiful life, oooh.
Its a beautiful life, oooh."
Oh! I had heard this song before...somewhere. Probably from Zooey.
"Take a walk in the park when you feel down.
There's so many things there,
thats gonna lift you up.
See the nature in bloom, a laughing child,
Such a dream, oooh.
Its a beautiful life, oooh..."
Finally I understood what her message meant. She was telling me everything would be cool as a cucumber and there was no reason to flip like a flapjack. I wondered if all of her songs were going to have meanings and messages. Suddenly I felt alot like Nancy Drew.
Bella Dywer and the case of the Hidden Meaning Music. Written by Zooey Carlton. A mystery in three parts.
I wished to god that I was Nancy Drew and not Isabella Dywer. Nancy Drew wouldn't be headed to a stupid car dealership. No, she would be in an old mansion finding clues and secret passageways.
I felt the person next to me shift and I turned to watch as my mother dug through her purse, before pulling out her wallet. We must have been close to our destination.
I stopped the music and put my it back into my bag.
"We're here?" I asked.
"Yes, Martin..." She said pointing polite to the driver. "...just informed me that it's about two blocks down."
"Okay."
And Martin the cab driver didn't lie. The car pulled up next to the curb and to my right was a large car dealership. A large sign advertising BMW's, Mercedes, and Porsches attracted my view and I groaned again.
We entered the large building and I had to almost jog to keep up with Renee. She walked swiftly up to the counter, me trailing behind. She began speaking quickly and fluently to the man standing there.
She had always amazed me with the way she presented herself and the presence she had over others. She had learned it from her job, her profession.
Renee designed formal wear, very expensive formal wear. Wedding dresses, tuxedos, even the occasional prom dress. The kind of gowns and suits that celebrities paid through the nose for. Gowns that rich socialites had to own, even had to own one in every color.
And my mother was good at what she did. She barked something at the guy behind the counter, I think his name was Richard and the poor guy quickly disappeared.
Had she been this way to Cab-driver Martin too? Renee had always told me to let her know if she became too demanding, too in charged outside of work.
"Mom..."
"Yes Bella?" She asked, her fingernails lightly drumming against the counter's hard surface.
"You know how you wanted me to let you know when you became too bossy?"
"Yes...oh dear. Am I doing it again?"
"Yeah. Just a tad bit."
"Oh hun, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. The guy was being incompetent."
"Well you still shouldn't be rude. Regardless of incompetence. I'm sure he was just trying to help."
My mom sighed. Richard came back, had my mother sign a few more things and gave her the keys to her new BMW. She thanked him, this time a little less mean and beckoned to me, slightly telling me it was time to go. As we were leaving the building, someone else was coming in. He stood back and held the door open for us. He was extremely handsome with very fair skin and short blonde hair. He looked to be in his late twenties. He smiled at us politely.
"Why thank you." Renee said warmly, smiling back.
"But of course." He replied, his voice the most velvety smooth.
"Mr. Cullen!" I heard Richard squeak as the man bowed his head to us and said goodbye.
"Hello Richard." I heard him speak. "How are you today?"
But whatever Richard would say next I would miss. The door closed, due to the wind and my mom was anxiously pulling me away.
"Come on Bella." She said. I was disappointed. I wanted to stay and here Mr. Cullen speak some more, his voice so alluring, but shuddered when I realized shortly that my mother wanted the same thing. It was always creepy to me when we had the same taste in men. Johnny Depp, that McDreamy doctor from the television show Grey's Anatomy, George Clooney.
And it was pretty clear my mom was in male lala land because she wouldn't shut up about that Cullen man.
"Oh he was such a gentleman!" She exclaimed as we got into our new car. "How polite he was opening up the door for us. Oh and did you see the way he was dressed? Classy but not to classy. And his smile! Oh! His smile was so-"
Okay. Time to tune her out again. I began to wonder about Forks again, and pondered if there was a companion town named Spoons.
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