My Mom and Dad were sixteen when they shacked it on up and produced moi. My Mom is a hardcore Hippie. Dad, however, is another story. Old Man Swan, as the youngsters call him is a true blue player. I know what everyone is thinking, and might I say, ew. He's been known to bring his dates home here and there, but hey, that's the magic of climbing out the window. But hey, that was when bell bottom jeans were "groovy" and weed was legalized.

But Jazz's my best bud, you see. That sounds pathetic 'cause he lives in Texas, but he is. I have friends, yes, but none quite like my Jazz. I mostly hang around guys. I'm a tomboy. I drive oldie cars, (got my baby 1964 silver and black Mustang), I goof off. I smoke, I'm a loud mouth, and smart as fuck. This is why in school no teachers' give me shit. It's a given, that's how things are. Now, I'm no nerd. I'm quite popular; I just have a few close close friends. And those lucky shits are Alice Brandon, Rosalie Hale, Emmet McCarty and Jacob Black. Rose and Em are dating, the rest of us are currently single. We are always together, and are the top dogs in school. We don't take advantage of it, or acknowledge it really, that just how things are.

Now, in the beginning of my junior year, things are pretty alright…

"Eloy? Tyler Eloy?! No, no no no no no."

"Jazzzzzzzzzzzz!" I drawled out his name for extreme emphasis. I was currently lying on my stomach, on my large and extremely comfortable Serta mattress bed, swing my feet in the air, legs bent at the knees. I was telling him about my little encounter with Tyler Eloy at the market today. God, I hadn't seen Tyler since 1st grade, and let me tell you, he did not disappoint…

I was sitting at my desk directly across from Joey Hallback. My desk was one of four in a section, all of the desks put in to squares of four throughout the room. Across from the desk next to me sat Tyler Eloy. He had just come in with his C shaped cup…

"Tyler! What's that?"

"What, this?" As he held up his cup with the cutest confused expression on his baby face.

"Yeah, not normal!" As I stuck my tongue out.

"It's my C cup" As he childishly stuck his tongue back out.

"Well, what's C stand for?"

"I don't know, Cup?"

That was my longest interaction with Tyler, when we were in 1st grade. He moved schools the year after, rendering me clueless as to how he has been.

"B, this is ridiculous, now don't ask me my opinion if you don't wanna' hear my answer."

I was currently extremely frustrated with Jazz's response. We talk on the phone every single night, even if we're at sleepovers. Our strong familiar bond has yet to falter…and we refuse to let it.

He ended up moving to Texas after the death of his mother. He lived with his father and had a hard time adjusting, but now in his junior year, he's doing well. We try and visit each other as much as we can; our reunions always better then the last.

He had a tremendously hard time getting over the death of his mother. When somebody had left a lit cigarette somewhere in the house while we were in Seattle that day, the house swooshed in flames. She sadly died, but will never ever be forgotten.

Now back to why we are currently arguing about a 1st grade colleague, I had ran into him today at the market while grocery shopping with Renee. We had both went for the last box Mona Vie energy drinks, and turned to each other. We had immediately established our familiarity with each other and began talking. And boy was he one attractive son of a bitch. We made plans to get together that weekend, and I had to immediately inform Jazz…

"Fine, I'm gonna' go fuck Tyler Eloy senseless this weekend and will refuse to inform you of just how great the sex was, because frankly, I don't want to hear your answer" I quickly let out with a smirk on my face.

"Now you're being rude" He exclaimed with mock sarcasm.

"But hey, I have good news" Why did he sound slightly nervous?

"shoot em up, brotha"

"Well, I'm kinda' comin' home to Forks, Bells" He said with genuine happiness.

He did not just say that.

No.

No.

No.

A million and twelve times no.

That's right. Not just a million. A million and twelve.

I've always liked the number twelve and I'm sad to have to associate it with this mind fucking rejection. It's an outrage, I tell you. No one should go through this. No one should have to do this. No one should have to be this.

No one should have to be lied to about such a sensitive subject. He knew how this got to me.

"Fuck you." I replied in a monotone manor. I could not handle this bullshit.

"The hell Bella?"

"Lie to me again, I stop calling you. Fuck you being aggravated. This is just shit on tripped out"

"Bells, I seriously aint fuckin' with ya"

I froze. Well fuck me runnin'. Jazz is coming home! I dropped the phone and immediately began making a complete fool out of myself by jumping around my room, sing The Beatles song Come Together. I was immensely thrilled at this, and actually, really needed a smoke to calm down after.

"Pick the phone up, shitstain listen!" I heard Jazz yelling through the phone now lying on the floor…

"When?! You enrolling in school with me?! MotherFuckers we're back!"

"Relax Bells…" He chuckled into the phone. "My flight leaves next week. My Aunt Esme and Uncle Carlisle are moving there, so they asked me to come live with them, since they knew how much I wanted to go back. And of course Dad's okay with this…but hey, I'll be coming back home" He said in a relieved tone. "And now you get to meet Edward my cousin. Really B, pretty chill dude"

I really couldn't give a flying fuck about his cousins or why he was coming back, just that he would finally be back.