Author's Note: So, here's chapter two of Come Whatever May. Hopefully it will be more enjoyable for everyone, as the plot and junk is going to speed up and get more interesting. I'm going for witty, funny, and not cliché in this. So, if you think I'm not living up to any of those, PM me or review and help me out a little bit. Also, I'm looking for a Beta maybe. I've never had one, but maybe I need one for all my obvious grammar mistakes I miss out on. Anyone interested? (BTW, I really don't know how a Beta really works… Yeah, I know, I'm a doofus.)

Come Whatever May: Chapter Two!

We had been driving seemingly nowhere for about fifteen minutes, and with each passing minute, Mike scooted closer and closer to me. I could just make out his hand, inching across the dark brown leather of the two inches of seat in between us, from the light of the unusually bright moon above us. Focusing all my energy on the thought "Get a hand cramp! Get a hand cramp!" I somehow hoped that his hand would receive my telepathic signals. But, apparently, I needed to brush up on my TK. Just when I thought I was going to have to break out the Judo chop, and go all Jackie Chan all over him, the car pulled to a stop.

I could feel the silence creep over everyone and I knew that this was serious, for them at least. I, trying to hold back my giggles, let some slip out when Mike broke out Michael Myers masks, holding one out to me. My breath was being restrained by the fact that, now that it had started, my laughter could not be held back again.

"Bella!" Jessica hissed from the front seat, "Shut your mouth! Do you want us to get caught?" I fervently shook my head no. "Then put on the mask, and FOCUS!" Her scolding seemed to break off my incessant giggling, and I looked in horror at the mask that was now lying in my lap.

"Mike, did it have to be a Michael Myers mask? Wasn't there just simple ski masks wherever you bought these?" I bit my lip in disdain as I pulled my hair back out of my face.

"Wal-Mart was pretty limited, it was these or Elmo. So I thought that I would go with Mike Myers. Because, in the off chance we get caught, I figured it would scare them out of coming after us. Let's face it, Michael Myers is pretty scary!" He shuddered, as if remembering something abhorrent from his past. Alrighty then, Mike Myers it is. I yanked the mask down over my face, feeling thoroughly B-movie. The rest of the van, with the probably exception of Jessica (the only other female) seemed to be thrilled that we were all walking around like a deranged psychopath. But boys will be boys.

Mike, pushing a handy button on the side of the dashboard, successfully shut off all the lights. No automatic door lights for our little stunt of teenage rebellion! No sir! We shuffled out of the car as quietly as possible and Tyler began to dole out the supplies. After being handed a six pack of toilet paper and a small can of shaving cream, I realized something. Something most people would have considered before agreeing (or in my case, being forced against my will) to teepee.

I was insanely clumsy. I don't mean the typical fall every once and a while but just get right back up kind of clumsy, I mean the kind of clumsy where you fall and take several people with you and you don't get up kind of clumsy. With my superb math skills I figured that Bella + Teepeeing + ClumsinessDisaster on a major scale.

My hands grew clammy and I swung around to face Jessica, who had apparently been glaring at me behind my back (sitting by Mike must be a federal offense by her book.) Her expression turned from loathing to shifty, but I paid it no mind.

"Jessica, remember in Gym last week when my racket slipped out of my hand and nailed you in the back of the head during tennis?" She narrowed her eyes until it appeared she was sleeping standing up and nodded her head. "Well, I know I told you that there was a hair stuck in my contact, but that's not true. Not only do I not wear contacts, I have perfect 20-20 vision, but the reason my racket hit you is because I tripped over my other foot and swung around and I needed the hand holding the racket to catch my fall. So I let it go and it hit you."

"I don't see why you're telling me this, Bella. It has nothing to do with teepeeing." She had a look on her face that made me think of an impatient mother dealing with her bratty two-year old.

"Jess, don't you see! It has everything to do with teepeeing! I'm clumsy. I will fall. I will get caught!" After my mini-rant, her mouth grew into an earsplitting grin, and she looked like a kid in a candy store.

"Oh, Bella, you're so silly! I'm sure it will all turn out okay! And if you do fall or get caught, you won't take the blame all by yourself! We'll take the heat off of you! So, you see, there's nothing to worry about!" Although her words were reassuring, the way she said them had me more worried than before. I couldn't quite put my finger on what about it made me feel on edge though.

Then, as soon as I had the thought, I dismissed it. Jessica was my friend; she would do what she said. She had no reason to flat out lie to me like that. Plus, hadn't I just said to myself, "Come Whatever May?" I wasn't going to back down now; I'd never hear the end of it. I was in it to win it, if I must quote a Disney movie by the name of Jump In!

I stood up straighter and squared my shoulders, a sudden burst of braveness driving me forwards. Once I reached the first tree, I cocked my arm back and let what I thought was a roll of toilet paper fly. But, too late, I realized that I was still holding the unopened six pack of Charmin Ultra in my left hand. My right hand, the hand I throw with, had been holding on the shaving cream. In one slow moment that seemed to last forever, I heard a smash and the sound of glass tinkling.

I had just broken someone's second story window with a can of shaving cream. In my one moment of unmeasured bravado, I had unthinkingly thrown the wrong thing.

"Wow, Bella, your aim is horrible! That was like twenty feet from the tree!" Tyler said his voice half full of worry and half of horror. As soon as he finished his sentence a light switched on from the very window I just demolished. That seemed to be teepee code for hightail it out of there. Because, in the five seconds it took me to absorb what just happened, everyone but me had run for the safety of the Suburban. I dropped the toilet paper and turned to run; only to find the Suburban already speeding down the street. As the moon hit the car, I distinctly saw a mane of red hair from the driver's seat.

Wow, looked like sitting next to Mike really was a federal offense in Jessica's book.