Chapter 3 – Traveling

Silver's POV:

The Ferry Boat to Bremerton was right on schedule. Devan had planned out our trip to Forks. She figured that by the time we got to Bremerton and then got a ride to Port Angeles it would be evening again and we could stay in a motel for the night. I insisted I call ahead and make reservations. I used my grandmother's credit card number hoping it hadn't been canceled yet and no one would be checking its activity. It was a risky call, but I went for it.

It was very breezy on the deck of the Ferry. As much as I wanted to check out the view, the wind was too chilly for what I was wearing and it was messing my hair. I couldn't have that! I found a few seats inside and saved them for us. Devan went and bought us some lunch and some snacks for after the boat trip. It was going to be a few more hours. Devan returned and we ate. She was very tired so I was glad when she fell asleep. I made sure not to wake her until we were about to arrive at the docks.

"What? Are we there?" she mumbled incoherently as she slide halfway out of her seat. I laughed slightly as the sight of her disarray. She gathered herself together. The other passengers were moving around a lot and heading back to their vehicles so she figured it out on her own. "Whoa," she said, "I can't believe I was able to sleep,"

"It was good. You were looking kind of gross there for a while," I teased. She shot me a glare. She knew I was teasing. She said it annoyed her when I made fun of her, but she liked it. That is what having a sister is for. Making fun of her was part of the deal.

"So…we have everything, right?" she said with a sigh. I nodded and tossed her shoulder bag in her direction. She stood and straightened out her clothing.

"Yup! And fix your hair too…it is growing more wild with every new mode of transportation we take!" I told her. She detangled the hair elastic from her hair and retied it back into a ponytail. I knew she liked to be more casual and didn't like to muss over herself, but I wish she'd make more of an effort. I missed the days when we dressed the same and people got all confused over who was who. That was fun!

"I think we should cab it again," Devan suggested. A bus would be cheaper, but I knew where she was going with this. It would be easier to lie to one person than to a bus full. We still had plenty of money left from the lotto ticket win. And I was sure that if we needed more, we would find a way.

"Ya, good plan," I agreed. We walked off the boat and hurried through the terminal to the street. I found an empty cab and got the driver's attention. He didn't want to take us all the way to Port Angeles. It was too far a fare for him. He suggested we go by bus.

"I don't like buses," Devan moped. The driver said he would take us to the bus station, no charge. It was very nice of him. We thanked him for the ride when we got to the buses and I handed him a 20 dollar bill for his help.

"That was a little much, paying for the fare would have been a lot less. Even with a tip included," Devan said as we walked away from the cab.

"I know…but he was a nice man," I told her. She still didn't understand. I explained my reasoning by saying; "His son wants new hockey gear for his birthday. He and his wife are struggling to save for all of it. He could have charged us, but he was being kind. I thought I would return the favor,"

"That was nice of you," she told me with a smile. She was all mushy about it.

"Well, let's not cry about it now, come on," I said and pulled her along to the ticket line.

"Two tickets to Port Angeles, please," I said. The lady at the counter did a double take on me. Devan stood awkwardly beside me. The lady took our money and handed me the tickets. "The bus is loading now, you'd better hurry," she said.

"Thank you, very much,"

"Have a good trip,"

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We couldn't believe our luck. The bus to Port Angeles was the next one to leave the station and we made it on just in time. We took our seats and off we went. I fell asleep this time. When I woke up Devan was drawing something in her sketchbook. I was half asleep still, but I could make out a building with a parking lot and some trees. It looked like a school. I sat myself up and leaned into Devan.

"Hey, Dev….whatcha drawin'?" I sang.

"It is a school," she told me softly.

"Ya?"

"In Forks,"

"Mmmmhmmm…I can see that. Why?"

"I don't know why,"

"Hmmm…we shall go there…that is why!" I declared cheerfully. If her pencil had brakes you would have heard a loud screech. She kept the pencil touching the paper, but slowing turned her face to mine. She scowled at me. I flashed her a toothy grin in return.

"I am not amused," she said flatly. I laughed and replied, "I amuse myself!" and she rolled her eyes right back onto her drawing and proceeded to ignore me for the next bit of the trip. I snuck her mp3 player out of her bag and put the earphones in my ears and pressed play. That will teach her to ignore me! 'Cue evil laugh' I thought in my head. I giggled a bit to myself.

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When we arrived in Port Angeles it was still light out. I really wanted to go shopping for new outfits, but Devan was not up for it. She agreed that we would go the next morning. I pouted slightly, but when she didn't budge on the matter I perked up and gave up the topic. Devan read the road signs and navigated us to the motel we had booked.

We made it to our motel and checked in.

"You need an adult to sign in," the hostess told me at the front desk.

"My grandmother is not well, she is sitting in the car. We are going for dinner before we turn in and it is too much for her to walk here and back," I explained.

"If it is her credit card, then she needs to be here,"

"That is her right there," I pointed. The older lady in the car outside the lobby waved at us. Devan stood beside the lady waving at me as well. Thank goodness Devan had managed to get her to wave.

"That is your grandmother?" the hostess asked.

"Yes…and my sister. Can I please have the door key to give to her?" I asked sweetly.

"Allright, but she will need to sign when you check out," the hostess agreed. I nodded and took the key.

"Thank you!"

"Enjoy your stay," she called as I headed out the doors to the car outside. I went up to the car window and smiled. The older lady smiled and said, "Oh good, you found each other. You should be more careful, dear. Your sister was worried,"

"Thank you, Madam,"

"Thanks for your help finding her," Devan said. The old lady seemed pretty pleased for finding someone who wasn't really lost. I looked back at the hostess to make sure she had seen us talking to the older woman. She was watching. As soon as she was busy with another guest, I grabbed Devan and pulled her aside, waving good-bye to the lady in the car.

"Good work!" I praised Devan.

"I hate doing this stuff,"

"You did great! The hostess totally bought it and we are in!" I exclaimed, holding up the room key. Devan heaved a sigh.

"That had better be a sigh of relief, not a sigh of grief!" I teased. She smiled slightly.

"Let's go to our room. I want a shower," she demanded.

"Sure! Then, let's order room service!"

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The motel was great. We both showered and freshened up. We ate a nice warm meal and watched the television until we fell asleep. It was like a slumber party! In the morning I got up early to get ready. I hated to wear the same outfit two days in a row, but I had no choice. Once I was all ready I woke Devan and got her up. We had planned to get away early before we got caught. I left the money for the room on the table with a note that simply read, 'Dear Front Desk, Sorry…the card won't work…here is cash. Thank you,' and Devan and I took off out the side doors.

"OH MY GOODNESS!" I shouted. Deven jumped at the volume of my voice.

"Whoa…what the heck?"

"Look!"

"At what?"

"Right there!" I pointed to a cab parked right down at the end of the street we were walking on. She strained her eyes to see. I was too impatient.

"64! Like in your vision! Come on!" I screamed and took her by the hand. She stumbled along behind me as I dragged her to the cab. I had really wanted to go shopping before we took off to Forks, but I wanted to catch that cab even more! That was a first. Shopping was usually first priority to me.

"Yeesh, hold up. There is no rush. If it is meant to be, it will be, won't it?"

"What if I was meant to rush? What if I don't hurry you up and we don't catch the cab and it changes the future?" I asked of her.

"You think too much…I am not always right, remember? So what if it changes? Whoopie-doo!" she said sarcastically.

"Just get in,"

"Fine,"

"Can you take us to Forks, please?" I told the driver. He didn't seem too thrilled with two young girls in his car.

"Forks is a good hour away, the fare is $150," he told us, "100 for the trip there, and 50 for my empty cab coming back,"

"That is fine, I will pay you half now," I said, giving him $75 to prove we had the money, "and the other half when we arrive in Forks,"

"Allright, then," he agreed and started up the engine. Devan sat back in her seat, searching in her bag. 'Oh crap! I still had her mp3 player' She soon realized I was watching her with a guilty expression and I pulled put her player and held it palm up in my hand.

"You suck, you know that!"

"I don't suck!"

"You suck a lot!"

"I am sorry. I forgot to charge mine again!"

"You could just ask,"

"You were too busy ignoring me," I reminded her. She was about to say something back to me, but she noticed the driver watching us in his rearview mirror. Obviously amused with out little spat. She blushed and gave up.

The rest of the drive to Forks was uneventful. Devan was giving me the silent treatment. I got to know our driver a bit better. It was good practice for me. I was able to see him and another guy fishing, having a good time. I saw his dog running into water to fetch after a stick. His dog was a yellow lab named, Stella. I saw that he was a gambler. He was divorced with no children. They had split because his wife had cheated on him with her boss. I stopped seeking after I saw this. I sometimes felt a little bit guilty snooping into people's history. Still…I learned a lot from it.

The hour flew by, as well as many trees, and pretty soon we were pulling into Forks. The road sign was exactly as Devan had drew it. I should remember to tell her how impressed I was with her drawing. There was no mistaking it. This was the very place she had her vision of. And now we were finally here….

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