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The next few days passed without much excitement. I managed to pluck up the courage to send a first text to Ellie. We'd been text chatting for hour's everyday. The money I'd gone through for my cellphone bill was astounding. Yet she was worth it. Alice continued dragging Nessie everywhere, forcing her to make firm decisions on every tiny possible detail of the wedding. Jake secretly moaned to me about how unfair it was that he had to write vows, causing me a twinge of guilt as I kept remembering that I had yet to write my best man speech. Jake and I had concluded that Lucianne wasn't quite as bad as we'd first assumed, as she fired hundreds of funny anecdotes and memories at us from all her travels around the world, which was simple when you could just teleport everywhere. My cell phone finally shattered the calm, slight monotony of the week when it vibrated violently, alerting me to the fact that I'd received a text message. I opened my inbox to find a text from Ellie waiting.
Want to meet up somewhere? x
I nearly jumped up out of my seat once the words had sunk in.
Sure where do u want 2 meet I replied, hopefully not too quickly. The key was to play it cool. Besides, she probably just wanted to meet to hang out as friends.
La Push? x I glanced out the window, seeing the dark clouds looming ominously. Ah who was I kidding? It could be thunder and lightning during a blizzard and I'd have still met up with her. I arranged to meet her in about an hour. I'd have to borrow one of the Cullen's cars, as she'd have found it suspicious that I'd walked the fifteen miles from Forks to La Push without breaking a sweat.
"Who you texting?" Asked Lucianne in a sing-song voice as she glanced over my shoulder.
"Just a girl," I muttered, slyly moving one hand over the screen of my cell phone.
"A girl or a girl," she asked tauntingly.
"None of your business," I grinned, giving her a false shove.
"I hope you're not going to go and meet her in that shirt," she smirked.
"What's wrong with my shirt?" I asked, offended.
"Nothing, nothing," she said innocently. "Just don't expect more than a friendly hug when you get there," she said, disappearing faster than I could blink. Stupid teleporting vampire. But maybe she had a point about the shirt.
One hour and about fifteen shirt changes later, I was sat waiting nervously on La Push beach. I was perched on a piece of driftwood from part of a ring, which surrounded a fire circle in the middle. The circle was black with charred leftover cinders of beach gatherings past. I tried to kid myself I was just staring calmly out at the sea, but I couldn't stop myself anxiously glancing around the beach, eagerly anticipating Ellie's arrival. The strong winds made the waves choppy and unsettled, reflecting the squirmy jerks of my nervous stomach. I finally caught sight of her approaching, and my tense frown was replaced by a relieved smile. She had her silky black hair tied into a high ponytail, and was wearing a plain white t shirt and stonewash jeans. She could have been wearing a bin liner and I would have still thought her beautiful.
"Hey Seth," she smiled. The smile of an angel.
"Hey," I replied, pleased with how casual I sounded.
"Lousy weather today isn't it?" She grimaced, staring up at the shadowy sky and taking a seat beside me on my piece of driftwood.
"Can we expect much else from the Olympic Peninsula?" I grinned. She laughed, a heavenly laugh, and looked at me with a smile I couldn't quite read.
"You're fun to talk to Seth, you know?"
"I've been told." I hadn't been told, but she didn't need to know.
"I'm really surprised you don't have a girlfriend you know."
"I'm still waiting for the right person." YOU, I'm waiting for you I wanted to yell. "How have you managed to stay single?" I asked in genuine surprise.
"Oh, I just got out of a really bad relationship... type...thing..." she scowled.
"A relationship type thing?" I laughed.
"Yeah well, it was just one huge, long mistake. You remember Louis Jones from school?"
"Yeah?" 'Yeah' was an understatement. He was the biggest, most egotistical jerk ever created. He could totally erase all opinions that Native American's were a peaceful people.
"I've been dating him for five years. Biggest mistake ever. We were constantly on off, 'cause he was always cheating on me or hitting on other girls and it just got so tiring."
"Jerk," we both muttered. We looked at each other and laughed.
"So you broke up with him?" I asked.
"Yeah... I did." She nodded.
"Good, sounds like you're better off."
"Yeah... I am..." She mumbled, trailing off.
"So I guess you're not looking to date again for a while?" I asked.
"Nah... that is, not unless I find the right guy..." She said, looking at me intently. Oh my god! What did that mean? Was it a hint? A suggestion? Where was a Girl-English dictionary when you needed one??
"Oh," was all I could say. We settled into a calm silence, both of us staring out at the sea in deep thought. This was interrupted by the loud rumbling of thunder overhead, and the sudden splattering of heavy rain falling on us. We jumped up like we'd been shocked.
"Oh god my hair," she cried, shielding her head ineffectively with her arms.
"Here," I offered, removing my jacket and handing it to her.
"Aw Seth, thank you," she said gratefully, using it to cover her head. I walked, well, ran her back to her car, for once rather annoyed that we lived in the rainiest town in the United States. Ellie paused as she opened her car door, and then turned back to me.
"I'm having a party next week, just a little get together type thing. Will you come? I'm sure everyone would be glad to see you again?" She asked hopefully.
"Wouldn't miss it," I said seriously. Her face broke into a gratified smile.
"I'll text you the time and stuff okay?" She said as she climbed into her car.
"Great. See you next week then." I replied, closing her door for her. She smiled at me once more through her rain drenched window before kicking her car into life and driving away. I didn't even mind that she'd taken my favourite jacket. Okay, I minded a little, especially whilst trapped in the torrential flood that was a rainy day in La Push. Then I remembered the woman behind the reason I'd lost my jacket and I suddenly couldn't care less about much else but next week. I sighed and made my way back to Nessie's car, knowing Ellie's party couldn't come soon enough.
I wasn't concentrating as I made my way from the garage to the front door. I was still very much lost in thought about the conversation I'd shared with Ellie on the beach. However as I went to open the door, sharp voices speaking from within the house made me pause. The voices, I realised with a sigh, belonged to Rose and Jake. God only knew what had started this argument, but it seemed to be escalating. I decided this was a good place to stay until they broke it up, or someone else broke it up, or they killed each other. Any option was convenient for me.
"Bite me blondie!" Jake snarled in response to a remark Rosalie had made.
"Gladly," Rose hissed.
"Woah Rose, chill," I heard Emmett mutter. I imagined Rose had been about to strike.
"Don't tell me to chill Emmett! I've had it up to here with this infuriating mongrel! I'm sick of having him in my house! I want him out!" Rose's anger seemed to be growing, which tended to be an unfortunate side effect of Jasper not being home to use his powers to calm everyone down.
"Well, if that's how you want it, I don't want you at my wedding Barbie!" Jake retorted.
"Oh don't give me that wolf breath! There wouldn't even be a wedding if-"
"Rose. Don't," I heard Edward warn her suddenly in a low voice. He'd obviously read in her mind what she was about to say next and didn't like it.
"If what? Go on say it!" Jake challenged.
"No Rosalie!" Edward said through clenched teeth. I mostly didn't want her to say it, because I knew that if Edward thought it would cause trouble it definitely would. However, a part of me, filled with morbid curiosity, wanted to know what Rosalie could possibly say that was that bad.
"If Renesmee knew that you were in love with her mother first." Rose spat. Oh, that's what Rosalie could say that was that bad. A tense silence followed her revelation, as everyone awaited Renesmee's reaction with baited breath.