"Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice." –Robert Frost

"We need a car." Stephanie said absentmindedly as she and Kristin walked into the school parking lot to wait for Renee to pick them up.

Kristin was too busy looking for a certain tall tan guy. She was sure she could spot him easily among the students of Forks high school. He'd stick out like a sore thumb.

Stephanie just kept talking, "Maybe we should save our money and get a Mustang! Or fond a 1967 Chevy Impala…god to have that car. We could get both! We'd have to get jobs, and I don't have the best references so that might be a stretch."

"What?" Kristin asked, adjusting her backpack strap.

Stephanie huffed, "Car? Jobs? Have you been listening to me?"

"I was…kind of looking for Paul."

"Thought Mr. Universe went here."

"Apparently not."

Stephanie shrugged, "As you said, plenty of fish in the sea. At least someone noticed you."

"I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss that." Kristin said, "Don't turn around, but that guy you met is staring at you from across the parking lot."

Stephanie, of course, turned around. Her brown eyes met the same charcoal black eyes of her lab partner from biology. He was glaring at her, his hands white-knuckled into fists.

"What is his problem?" Stephanie asked.

"He likes you." Kristin said, waving to Renee as she pulled up in her blue Prius.

Stephanie shivered, "Why do I always get all the freaks?"

It was midnight and Stephanie and Kristin were exhausted. They didn't have too much homework, just readings and things. Both called their families to catch them up on their day and had dinner with Charlie and Renee. Stephanie bounced on her bed, trying to sleep. They had the window cracked slightly. The earthy scent of rain and pine wafted into the room.

"Do you really think he likes me?" Stephanie asked, turning to face Kristin on her side of the room.

Kristin shrugged, placing her book to the side, "It's the look of love."

Stephanie laughed, "It looked more like murder to me." She sighed, "He just creeps me out a little."

Kristin flopped onto her pillow, "Well you can always get your seat changed, then you never have to deal with him."

"True."

"I'm a problem solver what can I say?"

"Whatever, mediator. Goodnight." Their heads hit their pillows and both were out for the night in a matter of moments.

Kristin tossed and turned that night. She just couldn't get comfortable, she didn't know if it was because of the weird climate or indigestion from Renee's pot roast but she was lying awake. She turned to her side, looking at the clock on the nightstand between hers and Stephanie's beds. It was three in the morning.

"Seriously?" she said in the darkness as she got out of bed. She stumbled to find her flip-flops and shuffled downstairs to get a glass of water.

The house was quiet as the dead. Only the floorboards creaked under Kristin's weight as she tip-toed to the kitchen. She yawned as she filled her glass with tap water. Her eyes felt heavy and she stared out the window, spacing. Outside it was drizzling slightly, making mist form on the ground.

"Creepy." Kristin observed, setting her glass in the sink.

She turned to go but a rumbling sound stopped her. It sounded like the fridge but Kristin knew that sound. It was a dog's growl. Peering out the window Kristin could see the outline of a gigantic figure in the forest. Two glowing eyes locked into her vision and Kristin gasped, taking a step back away from the window.