Three months without someone to talk too. I never thought I would ever feel so lonely.

Kim never looked at me anymore.

Actually she did everything to avoid looking at me. I had become invisible. The only upside was that it seemed Paul had forgotten me too. He was still an asshole, getting into more fights than usual, fucking more girls than before and spent most of classes sleeping on his desk.

Perhaps he simply didn't have time to harass me.

I looked at the clock.

Come on, come on. Just a couple of more seconds.

The bell rang and I was up like a lightning. Finally I could go home. I walked past a laughing Jared and Kim, not giving them as much as a glance. It was three months since I had gotten mono and it was like we had never known each other. The worst part was that I had somehow gotten used to it. I went throw class alone, sat in lunch alone and walked home alone were I spent my free time alone.

It had grown into a habit.

And I tried not to think of how pathetic it was.

The walk home was short and my little red house was just a couple of houses down the road from school.

"Hey honey. How was school?"

I forced a smile and mom looked worriedly at me. She had stopped asking if Kim would come over completely now. She knew something was wrong but didn't push it. I really loved her. She never pushed like other mothers but waited until I was ready to come to her."I got a call today. From Jason."

I immediately perked up.

Jason was a foster child my aunt Hailey used to take care of. He was twenty now and too old to be a foster child but Hailey saw him as a son. I loved Jason like the big brother I never had but since he was an artist he rarely had the time to visit.

"Jason is taking a vacation for a month and he was asking if he could stay here".

Mom watched me jump up and down with amusement.

" You said yes right? Please tell me you said yes?"

"Of course I did sweetheart. He will be here in two weeks, staying in the guestroom. He told me he can't wait to see his favorite muse".

Jason always called me that, and I was quite proud of it.

"In two weeks? Awww. That's like forever".

Mom giggled at me. She was probably happy because I had not been this energetic in months.

"Yes. And he wants you to promise him you will show him around".

Of course I would show him around. Every second spent with Jason always made me incredible happy. He was like a depression antidote.

"I'll go call him now".

I ran up the stairs, almost crashing with Kyle.

"Watch it short person. Someone might step on you".

I giggled at the tall russet skinned man with long black hair.

" I will keep that in mind dad".

Kyle's whole face beamed up. I've been calling him dad for years and he still looked like a kid on Christmas every time I called him dad.

I picked up the phone and dialed Jason's number. It only rang one time before he took it. Another thing I loved about Jason was that he always had time to talk to me even though he was always busy.

"Hey sweets. Did you get the good news?"

"Yeah. So you are staying for like a whole month?"

"Sure. Things have been a little stressful lately so the second I am done with this project in France I am coming to La Push".

Jason was an artist and a photographer. He traveled around the world. I honestly didn't get how he could stand it. Sure seeing new places sounded like fun but I had always been a homebound person.

"So how's school? Kim's still not speaking to you?"

"No. She doesn't even look at me anymore. At least Paul doesn't make my life a living hell anymore".

After Kim had dumped me Jason became my best friend. Only friend actually. A little sad really since he was hardly ever around. I told him everything and he always made me feel better.

"That's good. And if Kim dumps you just because of a boy, she wasn't worth being around".

At that was one of the many reasons I loved Jason. He never said the standard sentence, like everything will be okay or she will come around. And besides that? Everything alright?"

"Yeah. I got an A on my art project. Miss Kalik said that I had talent".

I was preening but art was the only subject I felt loved and I knew I was somewhat good at it.

"Told you so. Thinking of applying to art school?"

"I might. Still have a year to make up my mind and Seattle has a great art school."

Someone yelled in the background in what I believed was a mix between english and french.

"Shouldn't you get back to work?

"Naw. I am talking to my favorite muse".

His words warmed and I could forget for a little while that for the rest of La Push I did not matter and I could just as well never go back to school and no one would miss me.

"Jason. Get your lazy butt back to work".

He laughed and I could almost see his bright smile on the other end.

"Sure thing sweets. See you shortly".

"Bring candy!"

"Like I would forget. A someone who gave birth to you will let me sleep in the garage if I do".

I put the phone down and stretched on the bed. Suddenly my future seemed a hell of a lot better. Who needed friends? High school sucked anyway. It was full of posers, assholes and idiots all trying to be cool. And I had Jason, the most amazing guy on the planet. So what if I never got invited to parties and spent all my time like a hermit? God I really sucked at cheering up myself. Two weeks. That would be my new mantra.