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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I ask Mason as we walk down the streets of La Push. This m0rning I thought I was fine about this, but now I'm not so sure. Do I really need to have friends outside of school? School starts in two weeks, and then I will be too busy for friends.

Mason rolls his eyes, "Yes, I'm sure. Calm down, will you? I'm not asking you to be best friends with him."

"Okay," I tell him, as I look up into the gray sky. "How could you have been swimming in the ocean yesterday? It looks like it's about to rain."

He shoves his hands into his front pockets, and looks up at the dark clouds. "Eric told me that La Push is lucky if they get one nice day per month. The rest are all rain."

I tear my eyes away from the clouds, and look to the direction where we are walking. "Is this it?" I ask, as I point to the small restaurant a few feet in front of us. A small sign in front of it says La Push Café.

"Yeah," Mason says as we reach the café, and then he opens the big wooden door for me. "He should be in here."

As we walk inside the smell of French fries takes over my senses, and I look around the small café. The brown walls are decorated with old, black and white pictures, and the small square tables are placed along the edges of the building.

"Over here, Mason!" A deep voice calls from a few feet away, and Mason and I turn to where it came from.

Mason smiles, and then I follow him to the table. "Hey Eric," He says as he pulls out a chair. "This is my sister, Arianna. Arianna, this is Eric."

"Hey," Eric tells me as he runs a hand through his short, brown hair. His pale face is red from a sunburn, and I can see a slight sunglasses tan.

I smile politely at him, "Hey." I sit down in the wooden chair, and place my cell phone on the table. Amanda told me that she was going to call me today, and I don't want to miss it.

"So what's the best thing on the menu?" Mason asks him, as he looks down at the small piece of paper that was on the table.

"The cheeseburgers are the best in all of Washington," Eric tells him, and then he turns to me. "So what do you think about La Push?"

"It's a cute town," I tell him. "I haven't really seen a lot of it, though."

He nods, "It's a nice area. I moved here last year, and I really like it. The high school may be a little old, but overall it's an okay school."

"How are the people?" Mason asks him, not looking up from his menu.

Eric shrugs his shoulders, "It depends on who you hang out with and who you avoid."

"Avoid?" I ask him.

Before he has a chance to answer, an older woman with an apron and notepad walks up to our table. Her long dark hair is pulled into a braid that falls to the middle of her back, and she smiles at us. "Hello, do you know what you want yet?"

"Three cheeseburgers," Eric tells her, and then he waits until she walks away. "Trust me, they are amazing."

"What do you mean avoid?" I ask him, getting back on the topic.

Eric looks over his shoulder to scan the room. When he realizes that no one else is here, he turns back around to me and Mason. "Well there is this group. There are about five of them that still go to school, but the rest of them have already graduated. They act like, well, like some kind of cult."

"A cult?" Mason asks, his dark brow rising in question. It's all over his face that he thinks Eric is over exaggerating. "Do they have so special kind of rituals?"

Eric shakes his head, oblivious to my brother making fun of him. "No, but I'm serious, those guys are weird. You'll just have to see."

"Here you go," Our waitress says as she places a tray with three cheeseburger plates onto the table. "What would you like to drink?" She grabs a small menu out of her apron, and hands it to me. "Here are our options."

My eyes skip the list of drinks, and at the bottom of the drink menu I see two words: Help Wanted. Maybe I could get a job here while I wait for school to start. Plus, it wouldn't be bad to help lift a burden for my mom. The reason we move all the time is because she just can't keep a job. If I get a job maybe it could help a little.

"Are you hiring?" I ask her, pointing to the letters at the bottom of the paper.

"Yes," She nods. "Are you interested?"

I smile brightly up at her, "I think so." Eric and Mason are too busy eating that they don't even notice the waitress is here. "Is there any paperwork that I have to fill out?"

"I'll go get them for you," She tells me, and then makes her way to the kitchen.

I shove a fry into my mouth, and poke Mason in the shoulder to try to get his attention. "I'm going to try to get a job here."

"Hmm?" He asks with his mouth full. Once he is done chewing he points at my untouched burger. "You should take a bite of the burger. Eric wasn't kidding when he said they were amazing."

I roll my eyes. How come when there is food guys can't focus on anything else? "Okay," I say before taking a big bite of the cheeseburger. "Mmm, it's really good."

"I told ya," Eric says proudly, as he holds a French fry up at me.

Our waitress comes back up to the table, and lays a packet of paper on the table. "Just fill them out and bring them back by tomorrow."

"Thank you," I tell her quickly as she walks away. I look back to Eric and Mason who have already finished their plates.

Eric doesn't seem like a bad guy, but that doesn't mean I'm going to start hanging out with him and my brother all the time. I just have to keep reminding myself that we could move soon again, and then all of the friendships just turn into nothing.

Sighing, I glance at my phone. Still nothing from Amanda, even though she said that she would call me today. I tried calling her earlier, but apparently her day is really busy so she couldn't answer. This is how all of my friendships go. Whenever I move we promise each other that we will keep in touch, but in the end they all just fade away. It's like I try to keep in touch, but in the end I actually meant nothing to them. I'm trying not to give up on her, but it's hard not to when I know what will eventually happen. She'll just end up forgetting about me.

Preview to the next chapter...
"As soon as he leans his head out to see me, I find myself staring into the gorgeous pair of eyes I have ever seen."