Here's Chapter 4 enjoy!

CHAPTER 4: MOVING/ LA PUSH

Bye! Bye! Bye! The calls of my friends lingered in my head as I drove alone on the highway behind my mom. I was alone because we all decided to take our cars with us, which meant we each drove our own cars while we hired a guy to drive the truck with our stuff. It was a really long drive and I had nothing to think about, except my farewell. Jess, Amber, and I were all crying our eyes out. Trish, on the other hand, looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there with us. Amber and Jess gave me a mixed CD, with directions to not play it until I had reached my new house. Trisha gave me a charm bracelet with all our initials on it and lots of x's and o's.

I like the new house. It's pretty. My room is pink, which I hate, but they did this really cool wall decal with black swirls that roam across the walls. It's whimsical and gorgeous and totally makes up for the pink. It wouldn't be as pretty with any other color. The ceiling of my room is my favorite part of the house. Its black and they put these wicked sweet lights that flicker on and off so they look like stars. It's amazing. My bathroom is so amazing as well. They painted it deep sea blue and put all these sea stones on the floor so when you walk in it feels like you just walked on to the ocean floor. I guess my parents really felt horrible about moving me, so the pulled out all the stops. It's the best thing, actually the only thing, I like about moving.

I was getting really bored so I put my favorite mixed CD in the player of my car. It's the weirdest mix of musicians ever but it works for me. I sang along and was happy, in a way that only music makes me.

I pulled up behind the truck and got out. Stretching, I looked around. It's a nice neighborhood. Quiet and reserved. None of the houses are too flashy, like on my old street. I hated that. It made it seem like they were throwing it in our faces that they could probably own our entire street if they wanted. It seemed arrogant and self-important. I walked into the house, careful not to disturb the movers who were moving the couch into the living room. I went into my new room and waited for them to bring my stuff in here. I walked around my room. It's way bigger than my old room. And it's soundproof, thank God. Little by little they brought my stuff in. I spent the rest of the day opening boxes and putting books in shelves. When I was done, I went to help my parents unpack. I didn't want to be bored or I'll start feeling sad and then… headaches. Not to mention tears enough to cause the first man-made salt lake ever.

It wasn't till almost ten that night that I finally gave up on getting it all unpacked. I went upstairs to sleep and finally remembered the mixed tape. I'm glad that I got the movers to unpack my radio. I couldn't do it myself, it's too heavy. I put the mix CD in and pressed play.

Hey girl. We know you're probably lying on your bed, trying not to cry, but we are going to make it impossible for you. Sorry. We hope their happy tears though. Jess started out saying.

Yeah. So anyway, the purpose of this tape is to make you laugh, now and any other time you're sad crying. We got the craziest collection of crazy weird songs to sing for you! So you can hear our amazing voices anytime you want! Amber added in. The tears started coming in, but they were bitter-sweet. I loved my friends but I also missed them terribly. Hearing them singing together and laughing made me laugh but also made me wish I was there with them. I was surprised when I heard my voice in the mix, sometimes. I remember those days, though. We were all at Jess's house, just fooling around. I had no idea that they were recording. Cheeky minxes! Who used to say that? Oh… never mind.

I listened to the tape well into the night; my friend's laughter the last thing I heard before I drifted into slumber land.

When I got downstairs, my parents were both eating breakfast. It was bizarre to wake up in a foreign room and walk down foreign stairs to a non-foreign situation.

'How was your first night here?' My dad asked.

'I'm out of Tylenol.' I replied.

'That bad?' My mom said, sympathetically.

'No, it wasn't too bad. It was what I expected it to be. I'm just saying I'm out of Tylenol. I need more today, otherwise my first day of school will be horrible.'

'I'm sure there is some in one of these boxes. We just have to find it.'

'Ok, but I'm going to drive around and see if I can find a drugstore, just in case.'

I finished breakfast and got into my car. I drove around curiously. I had made a couple of trips here with my parents before we moved but those had always been about the house. I'd never seen La Push the town. I liked it. Everyone stared at my car as I drove by, but in a town this small, I'm not surprised. There were an awful lot of hot guys with no shirts on, so that's a plus. I didn't understand why, since it's really cold out, but I liked it. It didn't look a lot like my old town, but that was also plus. If it looked a lot like my old town, I would get homesick a lot more often, and then tears and all that comes with it.

I drove around for about twenty minutes and still couldn't see a drugstore, so I went inside a general store. I didn't even know they had those anymore but it was in the title. La Push General Store. It was somewhat empty, with only a couple of people in it including a really tall, really hot shirtless guy. This town sure had a lot of them.I'm starting to like it here even more here. Not that I'm a slut or anything, but you have to admit, if you were in my situation, you'd be happy too. I mean, I'm unattached and not hideous. If I couldn't find a guy here, it would be hopeless for me.

I was staring at No Shirt Guy and he noticed.

'Hi. You must be new here. I'm Damon.' He said, sticking out his hand, a small smile on his face.

I blushed slightly.

'Sorry. I was just wondering how you're not cold. I'm Brianna.'

I shook his hand. WOW it was hot!

'Nice to meet you, Brianna.' He said, smiling wider now. 'So, what brings you to La Push?'

'My dad got a job here, and my mom got a job in Forks. Why are you here?' I replied

'I live here.' He said, looking confused.

'No, I meant, why are you in the general store.'

'Oh. I'm here to pick up my girlfriend, Brittney. She works here.'

Damn. Got a girlfriend. Oh well, he seems friendly, we could be friends.

'Damon?' a girl's voice called out. His whole face lit up at the sound. I wish a guy would look like that just for the sound of my voice. Brittney, whoever she is, is so lucky!

A girl walked up to us. She was of medium height, and very pretty. I didn't think it was possible for him to look any happier without hurting himself, and then she gave him a hug. He looked so ecstatic, it was hurting me!

'Who's this?' She said. Not in a bitchy way, but with real curiosity. If I had a boyfriend that hot I would be suspicious of every girl I didn't know, but with Damon's obvious adoration, she must have complete confidence of his love for her.

'Brianna. She just moved here. Brit, meet Brianna. Brianna, meet my girlfriend Brittney.' Damon said, introducing us.

'Hey. Call me Bree. You work here?' I said, extending my hand out for her to shake.

'Yeah. Are you looking for something?'

'Yes, actually. Do you guys sell Tylenol?'

'No, I'm sorry we don't. So, where do you live?'

Damn. I hope mom found the Tylenol in the house. I told her my address.

'Cool. I live near their. We're neighbors. We also go to the same school because theirs only one school on the Rez. So I'll see you on the bus, if not sooner.' We had been walking out the door and I stopped near my car.

'Actually. I'm driving to school, so if you want a ride, I could take both of us.'

'That would be great! I hate that bus. The high school has to share with the middle school so we're stuck with those immature little brats who love shooting spit wads at the older kids like us.' She said.

'Well I'm glad I have a car, even if it's this old clunker. How about you Damon? Do you need a ride?' I said. I might as well give him a ride too, if we're all going to the same high school.

'No, I don't go to school.'

'You graduated already?' that's funny; I thought he was my age. Guess not.

'No, I'm home schooled. We have to go, but it was nice meeting you Brianna.' Damon said, opening his car door for Brittney.

'It was nice meeting you too. See you tomorrow, Brittney.'

'See you.'

I got in my car and drove away. Halfway to my house I remembered I forgot to ask Brittney if there was anyplace that did sell Tylenol.

On the way back to the house, I noticed there was a cemetery. It was out of the way, not near any houses. It was perfect for star gazing. I knew where I was going to be that night.

'Did you find any Tylenol?' my mom asked as I walked through the door.

'No, but I did meet a girl who I'm giving a ride to school tomorrow and saw this cemetery that looked like a nice place to star gaze.' I said as I walked past her

'You know, people are going to wonder if you're a devil worshiper when they find out you go to the cemetery almost every night.' My dad called from the living room.

'Let them!' I called back and climbed the stairs to my room.

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