They don't stop in Oklahoma, except for gas and to eat, $8.87 at a Wal-Mart in Tulsa, they got two packs of hotdogs and some spicy mustard.
Bella crinkles her nose, but eats two anyway, and Jacob polishes off a neat twelve.
Bella decided to go all motherly, and got some milk.
"Calcium," She said thrusting the carton and him. "For the growing bones of a growing boy." She laughed as he rolled his eyes.
They both sighed, feeling a little relieved, when they hit the Oklahoma-Arkansas border.
"Oklahoma freaked me out a little." Jacob admitted, easing up on the gas pedal.
"Right?" Bella agreed. "Okay, so it's my turn." She said.
"No, I think it's mine Miss. Gecko." He smirked.
"Oh…right…well is it a person?"
"Yes."
"Male?"
"Yes."
"Was he famous?"
"Yes."
"Does he remind you of anyone?"
Jacob snorted, and glanced sideways at Bella. "…Yes?"
Bella gave him a hard look, becoming suspicious. "Does he remind you of me?"
"Uh-huh." Jacob said, looking pleased with himself.
For the next sixteen questions Bella tried to figure out which famous male she most closely resembled.
"Well then I don't know!" She cried finally. "He doesn't have brown hair, you don't know his eye color, and he doesn't live in Forks…"
"It's…Bozo." Jacob had tears in the corner of his eyes.
"As inBozo the Clown?" She asked incredulously. "Are you saying that I remind you of a clown?"
"Well he fell down sometimes…"
"As part of an act. Was Bozo the Clown the closest you could think of? I mean, should I be insulted?" Bella laughed, unable to help herself.
"No." Jacob said snorting, then trying to make his voice more somber. "No. Bozo the Clown is the highest honor I can bestow on anybody."
"Well thanks then, Mr. Beiber."
"Whoa. You did not just call me Justin Beiber."
"What can I say?" Bella said, adopting a mocking tone. "Justin Beiber is the highest honor I can bestow on anybody. And you two had to whole initial thing in common, JB." She raised her eyebrows.
"Any day of the week I would rather be Bozo the Clown instead of a tiny little boy with flippy hair who doesn't even write his own songs. At least Bozo had originality points."
Bella was about to respond when her phone started vibrating, and Jacob knew at once who it was, he knew who it was by the way she got that look on her face, by the way she turned towards the window, by her quiet "Hello."
Jacob tries singing along in his head to track nine, currently playing on the CD…a little part of me, that's died and all gone numb…Well that wasn't really helping.
"Yeah, no we aren't there yet. Yeah, haha…sounds like her. Uh huh. Nope. Yeah…alright."
Jacob, because of his stupid ears could hear Edward on the other line, and he didn't sound mad, or angry with Bella, he just sounded concerned, and like he was trying to cover it up.
"Love you too." Bella whispered. "Yeah, soon."
She put her cell phone back in her pocket, like it would take the new atmosphere in the car along with it.
Jacob gripped the wheel harder, and pushed further down on the gas.
They were quiet through the next few songs, until Jacob finally broke the silence.
"So…I was thinking, since you picked out the last side stop, it was my turn?"
"Where were you thinking?" Bella said, with more intensity that was typically used in this type of conversation.
"Well, I have always wanted to go to Graceland. You know, Elvis." Jacob's face donned the expression of the King, and he pulled his lip up.
Bella smiled. "That sounds great!"
As it turns out Graceland was pretty far out of the way, and they added another day to their trip.
Neither said anything as this became clear, they only kept driving, kept moving forward.
Bella, planning ahead, thought it would be easier if they parked a few blocks away, to avoid both the crowds and any parking fee.
Even without staying in hotels their money supply was quickly dwindling.
It took longer then they thought to walk up to Graceland.
"Quiet today." Jacob mentioned. Bella only nodded. They both hated the new tension since Edward had called, and neither knew how to get rid of it.
It was really quiet, when they finally arrived. The gates out front were locked, and nobody was there. To really deliver the message, there was a giant CLOSED sign.
"Well, that's just fucking stupid." Jacob said, Bella almost checked him on his language but then stopped herself.
"We can still take pictures though." She said, an uncharacteristically wicked grin spread across her face.
"How?" Jacob realized he sounded whiny, but it was one of those times he just didn't care.
"Jacob Black, are you, or are you not a werewolf with super excellent climbing abilities?" She pointed to the fence.
His face mirrored hers. "Hop on." He said, offering her his back.
Bella climbed on, blushing only a little, and wrapped her legs around his torso, she felt a lot higher up from the ground then she ever did on…on someone else's back.
Jacob tried to ignore the fact that he had Bella on top of him, her stomach pressing into his back, her arms around him…but no, he had to concentrate on climbing the fence.
The rails on it were all vertical except for the horizontal lines towards the top. There were the music notes and dancing men; in other words there were plenty of places to secure hands and feet when trying to climb over. Security, however, must have recognized this, because chain-link fencing now covered all of that; no normal person, needless to say, could have done it.
They walked up to the house, crouched down and laughing, shushing each other the whole way.
"I feel like Kim Possible." Bella admitted, laughing.
"Of every badass she-spy in the world, you decided to go with the children's cartoon Kim Possible?" He whispered back.
They squished their heads together, trying to make the best Elvis face that each was capable of. They snapped some pictures of the house, and were going to take one of Jacob playing the air-guitar when someone yelled, "You're not supposed to be here!" They looked over and saw a security guard jogging towards them.
"RUN!" Jacob called out, laughing, and Bella joined him.
Jake grabbed on to her hand, party to pull her along, partly to make sure she didn't trip, and some other reason completely different.
This time he was motivated and was able to overtake the gate in three strides. They hit the ground on the other side running.
They sprinted all the way to the car, although it was probably unnecessary seeing as the guard had stopped chasing as soon as they reached the gate.
By the time they had reached the care they were both out of breath, more from the laughing then the running.
"Oh god." Bella said, her voice choking with suppressed hysterics.
"I didn't think we were going to make it." Jacob said, his one tone echoing hers.
"Did you see his face?" Bella did an impression, puffing out her cheeks, and andangry expression, causing them to lose it all over again. "I'm glad we came here." She said, completely meaning it.
"Jacob is wise." He pointed at himself, and Bella agreed.
They both ended up hunched over the car, laughing, their sides shaking, feeling like they were being ripped apart.
Somehow they ended up standing right next to each other, Jacob leaning over her slightly. Between laughs, Jacob caught her face in his hand.
The giggle in Bella's throat bubbled then stopped right there. His thumb stroked the laugh line on the left side of her mouth, and her slightly bigger upper lip.
"Jake what are you-" But the question was never finished because then Jacob kissed her.
Bella felt her hands go limp to her sides, his breath was warm and tickled her lip, she opened her mouth slightly when Jacob pulled back.
"Sorry." He said, looking down and blushing.
Bella couldn't feel her legs, and couldn't really speak.
Each got in the car, buckled their belts, and didn't say anything until they got to Florida.
A/N: So this is going to be a five part piece, well, basically four, because five is pretty short. And please, pretty please, press that review button. It's just so fun.