Just to clear some things up-- thoughts are in italics. Also, after this chapter I'm going to give you a little bit of Edward's POV :)

**Everything Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer-- not me.

But Edward's POV is ONLY if you REVIEW! I need FEEDBACK!


The rain started dimming my vision as I watched Jessica, Mike, Ben, Eric, Tyler, and Ang run back to the van, carrying the remnants of our picnic in their arms. As I looked around, all the people that had been sitting around us were running to shelter from the rain.

In just minutes the sprinkles of rain turned into an intense downpour, already making my hair feel damp and cold on my shoulders and down my back. I laid down as my spine intruded upon the slippery green grass. It was chilly, but I couldn't help but want to feel the rain surround me. Feeling the smile expose my contentment, my eyes closed to feel the moisture reach my eyelids.

"Bella! Bella, come on!" Ang was yelling over the thunder as she reached me. Her firm grasp on my wrist started yanking me upwards. "Bells, are you alright?!"

With my eyes still shut, I started laughing. When I opened them, Angela was standing over me with her dripping black locks and soggy floor-length dress, holding worry and confusion in her eyes. Quickly, a smile played along her mouth when I jumped up, still laughing.

"Come on, Ang! I'm diggin' the storm," I held her hand up in the air and danced beneath our arms with a smile on my face. She shot a quick glance back at the van, where the rest of the gang was staring at us from behind the window, then giggled as she began dancing alongside me.

"Wow, it's pouring out there!" Eric said, as he hopped into the van and I tossed him a blanket. "I'm glad we hadn't set up our tents yet, they would've been soaked by now..."

"Not like the dancing doll, Bella, would've minded a little rain to assist in her wet t-shirt contest," Jessica muttered under her breath, as she picked at her fingernails.

I let out an audible sigh as my attempt at a verbal response. I vote we leave little-miss-sunshine in California and bet on how many blow jobs it takes her to hitch back to Forks.

Angela was braiding my long, damp hair as I rested my head on her lap, while Mike scanned the radio for weather reports. The static between each station was enough to make me sleepy, even though it was only 10 o'clock.

"It doesn't look like the rain's letting up anytime soon. Hey, did you scarf those munchies from earlier? Let's burn and just chill out for a while until the rain decides to split," Mike suggested. He smirked as he and his pipe settled in between me and Jessica. "Did all the dancing wear you out, B?"

"Something like that," I grinned, with lazy eyes. Mike really was a good friend. And it really broke my heart that I couldn't be that girl he thought I was. How could he not know I was a mess? How could he not understand that I was nothing anyone would ever need? Not to mention the fact that I couldn't ever care for him in anything but a platonic way. I sat up and subtly scooted closer to Ang, as Jessica scooted closer to Mike. They're going to be a great couple.

After we smoked and munched for an hour, the rain hadn't stopped. I dozed off to the sound of the radio, as did my friends.

In the wee hours of the morning, we pulled out of the fairgrounds saying our farewells to the people we met.

"We'll be back soon, but for now we've gotta split! Save us a spot in the grass," Tyler called to the people from the back window. He situated himself back into his corner as he pulled out a bag with a devious smirk. "Wake and bake?"

We all laughed and got ready for another smoke session to kick off our 8 hour drive to San Franscisco. My head was resting on the window and I could feel the glass conflicting with the braid trailing down the back of my head. Tyler leaned over to me as he handed me the joint, "Get ready for the Stones, sugar."


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