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Port Angeles

"I just don't understand why he only kissed my cheek." I tell Bella with a disappointed tone.

Our Saturday has consisted of the two of us sitting on the floor of our bedroom with a wide spread of snacks in between us. I've been telling her about my date in great detail. The night had been perfect, and I can't help but feel a slight sting of disappointment that I did not receive a real kiss at the end of it. Did I do or say something wrong? Did he not have as much fun as I did? What if he just assumed I would be a bad kisser and decided not to chance it? Ugh.

"Maybe he was nervous," Bella suggests for what feels like the millionth time, "or he just wasn't ready. I've told you, Rory, it probably had nothing to do with you."

I frown at her before I stuff another Laffy Taffy in my mouth. Strawberry, yum!

"Did he give any indication that he wasn't having fun?" She questions as she searches through our pile of candy and picks out a blue Jolly Rancher.

"No." I inform her, "He seemed like he was having just as much fun as me."

She puts the Jolly Rancher into the left side of her cheek and stares at me with a serious expression that basically screams 'Listen up, Aurora Swan'.

"Then stop worrying about it," She says sternly, "you're overthinking it. Stop analyzing everything and just live in the moment. You had a great first date, enjoy this feeling."

I slowly nod my head before my face breaks out in a grin, "You're right. It was a fun night with an awesome guy and I did technically get a kiss."

Bella playfully rolls her eyes and scoffs, "I'm always right."

"I wouldn't go that far." I scoff back as I toss my candy wrapper at her.


On Sunday, I find myself sitting in front of our computer. I sent Mom back an E-mail, informing her of how my date went. I swear she seems more excited about it that I am, which I thought would be impossible. She tells me all about Jacksonville, which is where she and Phil are living now. I make plans with her to visit during the summer. I cannot wait to walk on the beach and be in the sunlight.

I decide to research football, or at least the position that Paul plays. It would be nice to have a little bit of knowledge about the sport so that when Paul talks about it, I won't be completely clueless.

I pull up the Google search engine and when I click on the line to start typing I see some of the searches that was previously searched. I scrunch my nose up when I see that Bella has apparently been searching all kinds of information on vampires and 'cold ones' whatever that is. I shake my head, that girl is so weird sometimes. I type in wide receiver and the definition that pops up is:

Noun

An offensive player who is positioned at a distance from the end and is used primarily as a pass receiver.

So… I guess he is the one who catches the ball. Maybe I can get Jacob to explain all of this to me the next time I see him. I can already picture him laughing at the fact that I want to learn about football.


"You sure you want to wear a long sleeve today, Rory?" Dad questions as we sit together eating breakfast, "It's sunny and warm today."

I stop mid-bite of toaster strudel to look at him, "Forks' warm is still jacket weather to me."

He frowns slightly, "Do you have low iron?"

I shrug at him, how would I know the answer to a question like that?

Luckily, I am left to go back to my food seeing as Bella basically comes skipping down the stairs. It doesn't take a genius to know that Bella is in a good, dare I say great, mood. Dad puts his plate in the sink and turns to face Bella.

"Nice day out." He comments, easily picking up on her good mood.

"Yes." Bella agrees with a grin.

He smiles back at her, his brown eyes crinkling around the edges. There's that handsome man Mom fell in love with all those years ago.

I do my best not to glare at Bella as she eats her breakfast cheerfully. I will never understand how people can be so cheerful in the morning – on a school day no less. We yell our goodbyes to Dad as he leaves for work.

I grab my rain jacket without even thinking about it as I walk out the front door to the truck. I don't care that the sky is blue with white, fluffy clouds. This Forks, I know it will be raining by this afternoon.

I help Bella force the truck windows down, more out of obligation than actually wanting to. I spend the entire ride to school bundled under our jackets as the wind whips at the strands of my hair that fell out of my ponytail. We end up being the first ones to arrive at school, which I find kind of shocking. I would assume the residence of Forks would want to enjoy their 'warm' weather as long as possible. Especially seeing as the likelihood of it lasting is pretty slim. Bella and I decide to sit at the picnic tables. We sit on our jackets due to the fact that the seats are still damp. She helps me with my last few Biology questions and I attempt to help her with her Trig problems. I end up realizing that helping her is impossible because she won't stop daydreaming. I give up and instead decide to work ahead in Trig.

"Bella!" I look up to see Mike waving as he walks towards us. I frown as I notice that he is wearing shorts and a red rugby shirt. I look around at the student population seeing that most are wearing short sleeved shirts and some, like Mike, are wearing shorts. There is no way that it is that warm.

"Hey, Mike." Bella calls out as she waves back.

He sits down on the other side of Bella. He spares me a hello before turning his full attention onto my sister as he grins at her.

"I never noticed before – your hair has red in it." He comments as he catches a strand of her hair between his fingers.

"Only in the sun." Bella informs him as I scrunch up my nose. Red hair does run in our family. Her twin has red hair for goodness sake, is it really that shocking to him that Bella's hair would have a red tint to it?

I watch as Bella shifts uncomfortably as Mike places the lock of hair he is holding behind her ear.

"Great day isn't it." He comments.

"My kind of day." She states.

At this point, I am sick of sitting here like a third wheel. I don't like being excluded from conversations. So, being the mature person that I am, I decide to ignore them and finish working on tonight's Trig homework. Sure, I could go off and find Jessica or someone to talk to but I really don't want to hear how 'warm' today is. The temperature is still below 60 degrees, therefore, it is not warm. I guess I should be more grateful though. It does feel nice not to be pelted with rain.

The bell rings and I quickly shove my books into my bag. I notice Mike's distracted facial expression as he walks with Bella and me towards class. I shoot Bella a questioning look to which she simply shrugs.


"Please come you guys." Jessica pleads with Bella and me in Trig class.

She wants us to go dress shopping with her, Angela, and Lauren tonight in Port Angeles. I would love to go have a girl's night out, there's only two reasons I don't want to go tonight. For one, Lauren is going. I would rather not even breathe the same air as her if I could help it. For two, I'm not able to go to the spring dance because of my sister and the selfish part of me doesn't want to help pick out dresses when I won't be getting one.

"We'll have to talk to our Dad about it first." Bella tells her which seems to satisfy Jessica.

I try my best not to punch Jessica in the throat due to her nonstop talk about the upcoming dance. She talks about it on the way to Spanish, then she picks right back up where she left off as we make our way to the cafeteria. Bella has been the only one to somewhat listen to this girl's rambling. I, on the other hand, am a little too envious to listen to her. I can't help but feel resentful towards Jessica and Bella. I'm annoyed at the fact that for the first time Bella and I have friends and she doesn't want to go to a dance where we could have fun with them.

I watch as Bella sends a glance towards the Cullen table – the same thing she has done since the second day of school. I can see her obvious disappointment when she realizes they aren't here – or should I say, that Edward isn't here. Jessica doesn't even notice that no one is listening to her anymore as we all sit at a table with our food.

Bella and I sit next to Angela. She converses quietly with us about the English paper we are all working on. She also invites us to tag along with them tonight. I try my best not to glare at Bella when she says that we will go.


Jessica calls not too long after we make it home, she informs us that our plans will have to wait until tomorrow night. Apparently, Mike asked her out to dinner for tonight. I don't even try to hide the shock on my face while Bella just smiles knowingly. I'm surprised to find that I feel slightly disappointed that we aren't going tonight.

The rest of the afternoon Bella and I spend laying on a quilt in the front yard reading. Or should I say that I read My Sister's Keeper while Bella takes a nap. Apparently, all of the books she brought out here irritated her for some reason.

After a few hours of reading, Dad's cruiser pulls in the driveway causing Bella to jump up. Together, we quickly fold the quilt and grab our books. Bella takes off running inside to start on dinner, apparently panicky that it will be late. I guess she doesn't realize just how much she spoils me and Dad.

After dinner, Bella and I watch TV with Dad. Bella doesn't like to watch sports so Dad puts on some stupid sitcom that none of us enjoy. I think it's safe to say that we all do enjoy spending the time together though.

"Dad," Bella says during a commercial, "Jessica and Angela are going to look at dresses for the dance tomorrow night in Port Angeles, and they wanted us to help them choose… do you mind if we go with them?"

"Jessica Stanley?" He asks.

"And Angela Webber." Bella says with a sigh.

"But you're not going to the dance, right?" He asks, confusion evident in his tone.

"Nope." I say somewhat bitterly causing Bella to elbow me.

"No, Dad, but we are helping them find dresses – you know, giving them constructive criticism." Bella tells him.

"Well, okay." He says realizing this is girl stuff that he will never understand, "It's a school night, though."

"We'll leave right after school, so we can get back early. You'll be okay for dinner, right?" Bella questions.

"Bells, I fed myself for seventeen years before you got here." He reminds her causes me to snicker.

"I don't know how you survived," Bella mutters causing me to laugh before she adds, "I'll leave some things for cold-cut sandwiches in the fridge, okay? Right on top."

Poor Bella wouldn't know what to do if she didn't have someone to take care of.


It's still sunny today, and I'm still wearing a long sleeve. I can't help but be slightly envious due to the fact that Bella is rocking a short sleeved blouse. Maybe I do have low iron?

Bella manages to almost make us late for school. For some reason, today she basically drug her feet around the house before we left. I swear, a turtle could have gotten ready faster than her. I glare at her as she circles the school parking lot for the second time, does she not realize that the bell has already rang?

Luckily, we make it to class right before the final bell rings. We are definitely not a pretty sight, seeing as we both have blotchy red faces and are out of breath. We are apparently so out of shape that running to class nearly killed us.

School goes by quickly, and I am actually somewhat excited about our plans for tonight. Apparently, Lauren can't come tonight; I don't even try to hide my 'Grinch' grin at hearing the news. It also helps that Bella tells me that maybe we could do some clothes shopping as well – I really would love some new clothes.

Jessica follows us home in her white Mercury. I drop my back pack on my bed and brush my hair throwing it up in a bun. I swipe my wallet off the dresser and run down the stairs to see Bella leaving Dad a note. I drop my wallet into the purse she is holding.

We both climb into the back seat of Jessica's car, opting to let Angela ride shot gun when we pick her up. It takes maybe three minutes to get to Angela's house. She's already waiting on us and quickly climbs into the car. For the first fifteen minutes, I tell them about my date with Paul. My excitement grows seeing as they are all very happy for me. Jessica then tells us about her date with Mike, in return we are all happy for her as well. Apparently, she didn't get a first-kiss either.

Jessica's a speed demon causing us to make it to Port Angeles by Four. Dad would have a stroke if he knew that we were in the car with someone driving so fast. We spend our time chatting, while whiny rock music plays in the background. It turns out that after I turned Eric down for a date to the dance he went and asked Angela. Angela is excited about the dance, but she isn't into Eric. Jessica attempts to get Angela to spill on who her type of guy is, but Bella manages to change the conversation to dresses.

Angela is appreciative of Bella for helping her out. I can't help but notice that Bella and Angela are alike when it comes to talking about guys they are interested in – in other words, they don't want to talk about it. I can relate more to Jessica, I don't have a problem talking about the guy I'm interested in – in fact, I rather enjoy talking about him.

Port Angeles is more spacious than Forks – by a long shot, too. This is the place where tourist come to visit, which I can't say that I blame them. It does have a certain beauty to it. Due to the fact that Jessica and Angela know where everything is, we quickly find ourselves in front a large department store.

"They said the dance is semi-formal," Jessica says with a huff, "What does that even mean?"

The three of us shrug in response. None of us have a clue what semi-formal is.

"I don't know," I tell her, "Bella and I have never even been to a dance so…"

The look of shock on Angela and Jessica's faces is somewhat flattering.

"Didn't you two ever go with a boyfriend or something?" Jessica questions dubiously as we walk through the front doors.

"What boyfriend?" I scoff.

"Really," Bella tries to convince Jessica, "We've never had a boyfriend or anything close. We didn't go out much."

"Why not?" Jessica demands.

"No one asked." Bella answers sincerely.

I don't think they realize just how much of outcasts Bella and I were at our old school.

Jessica looks skeptical at Bella. "People ask you out here," She reminds Bella, while ignoring me because I have been on a date with someone here, "and you tell them no."

We are in the juniors' section now, scanning the racks looking for dress-up clothes.

"Well, except for Tyler." Angela speaks up quietly.

My eyes widen as I stare at my sister in shock. Why didn't I know about this?

"Excuse me?" Bella gasps, "What did you say?"

Okay, maybe I haven't missed anything.

"Tyler told everyone that he is taking you to prom." Jessica informs Bella, looking at her suspiciously.

"He said what?" Bella sounds like she's choking. I can't help but snicker at her.

"I told you it wasn't true." Angela murmurs to Jessica as I send Bella an amused look. In return, she sends me a heated glare.

It doesn't take us long to find the dress racks and we each start grabbing dresses that we think will look good on Angela and Jessica.

"That's why Lauren doesn't like you." Jessica says giggling as she paws her way through dresses.

I send an unnoticed glare over at her, why does she need to bring her up.

Bella grits her teeth, "Do you think if I ran him over with my truck he would stop feeling guilty about the accident? That he might give up on making amends and call it even?"

"Maybe," Jessica snickers, "If that's why he's doing this."

There really aren't that many dresses to look through. Luckily, we managed to scrounge up a couple of dresses for each of the girls to try on. I sit next to a fuming Bella on low rise chair that is situated right inside the dressing room next to a three panel mirror.

"Hey, it's okay." I murmur to her, "It's not that big of a deal."

"What if it was you that someone was lying about?" Bella retorts quietly.

I make a face, what can I say? She had me there. I would probably go off on them if it was me. But since it isn't me, I find it kind of funny.

Together, we encourage Jessica to choose the knee-length electric blue dress instead of the strapless, backless black one that was her other option. Angela chooses a light pink dress that drapes around her tall frame. I would love to be as tall as Angela. We give them a ton of compliments. They do look beautiful in their dresses and I know the guys will definitely be wowed by them. We all set to work returning all of the rejected dresses.

We head over to look at shoes and accessories. While Angela and Jessica search for dress shoes, I make a point to find myself a pair of shoes as well. I refuse to leave this store without buying something for myself. I decide on a pair of new boots, my old ones haven't fared too well with Forks' weather. At least the new black ones are waterproof.

Jessica and I make our way over to the jewelry counter. I make a point to look at the jewelry that is in the $20 and under selection. I grin as I find a set of necklaces that are in a shape of a heart, one says Big Sister and the other says Little Sister. I decide to buy it for Bella and me.

"When are you supposed to hang out with Paul again?" Jessica questions as she looks through necklaces beside me.

"This Friday," I tell her excitedly, "I'm meeting his grandmother."

She looks at me excited, "That's awesome, Rory! He must really like you if he's inviting you to meet his family."

I grin, "I really hope so. I like him a lot."

"He totally has to," She assures me, "If I was you, I wouldn't even worry about it."

"Thanks, Jess." I say with a smile.

She chooses a necklace that is the same shade of silver as her new shoes. Together we go ahead and purchase our shoes and jewelry before heading back over to Bella and Angela.

Our plan had been to go eat at an Italian Restaurant on the boardwalk; but somehow, dress shopping didn't take as long as we expected it to. We decide that we will put our purchases in the car and then walk down to the bay. I'm not really shocked when Bella informs us that she wants to go to a bookstore. I am, however, shocked when she insists that she go alone telling us she will meet us at the restaurant in an hour. Jessica points out the direction of the bookstore to Bella; then, the three of us make our way out to her car. I spare a look back over my shoulder and catch Bella's eyes as she gives me a reassuring look.

I talk the girls into stopping at an ice-cream shop where I get a chocolate cone. Angela gets a strawberry cone while Jessica gets a chocolate swirl one. We eat our ice cream and chat happily as we walk. Once our hour is up, we make our way to the restaurant that Bella is supposed to meet us at. We notice that she isn't waiting for us outside so we go ahead and go in thinking that maybe she's in there already. Turns out, she isn't inside either.

"What should we do?" Jessica questions as we sit down at a booth.

"Give her some time," I say, "Bella can spend hours looking at books. She probably lost track of time."

We go ahead and order our drinks, and I encourage the girls to go ahead and order their food. I decide I'll wait for my sister to get here. The girls get their plates and start eating as I watch the clock. With every passing minute, I begin to get more nervous. After forty minutes pass, I decide I've had enough of waiting.

"I'm going to go get her." I say casually as I stand up. I try not to let on how worried I've gotten about my sister.

"We'll come with you." Angela says as she pushes her plate away and starts to stand up.

I hold a hand out to stop her, "No, it's okay; finish eating. I'm going to go grab her and we'll be back here in a jiffy."

It takes me a few minutes to reassure them; then, I leave the restaurant. I make my way back towards the big department store so that I can make my way in the direction that Jessica pointed that the book store would be in.

The sidewalks have gotten a little more crowded due to people getting off of work. After about ten minutes of pushing my way through crowds, I am able to find the bookstore. My excitement diminishes quickly as I realize that Bella isn't in here. Could she have went to another bookstore? Could she already be back at the restaurant?

I walk aimlessly around hoping I can catch a glimpse of Bella. I'm startled when a familiar looking silver Volvo pulls up next to me. The passenger window rolls down and I see the face of my twin staring back at me. Upon further inspection, I see Edward Cullen sitting in the driver seat gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"I've been looking everywhere for you." I inform her with a sigh of relief, "You were supposed to meet us over an hour ago."

"I'm sorry," She says sincerely, "I… I ran into Edward at the book store. I lost track of time."

I grin slyly at her, how can I be upset with her when my big sister is finally hanging out with her crush?

I notice a look of amusement cross Edwards face as he looks at me, "Do you want a ride?" I can't help but notice that his tight grip on the steering wheel has eased up.

"Sure." I say appreciatively as I climb in the back and buckle up. There is no need to ask me twice. I have walked up and down this area trying to find Bella and my legs and feet are screaming at me for it.

"Have the girls ate?" Bella questions, somewhat embarrassed for holding us all up.

"Yeah," I inform her, "They are still waiting at the restaurant for us."

It doesn't take us long to make it to the restaurant. Edward does an impressive parallel park – impressive to me seeing as I can't parallel park. I notice Jessica and Angela leaving the building looking anxious.

"Thanks for the ride," I tell Edward, "I'm going to go catch the girls."

I don't wait for a reply before I hop out of the car. Partially because I'm afraid Jessica and Angela are about to walk off; and partially, because I can't stand the nagging feeling in my gut that I seem to get when I'm around the Cullens.

"Jess!" I call out as I run after them, "Angela!"

They turn around to see me and Bella getting out of the car behind me. Their faces show relief, and I know exactly what causes the looks of shock that follows afterwards.

"Where have you been?" Jessica asks suspiciously.

"I got lost," Bella admits sheepishly before gesturing to Edward beside her, "And then I ran into Edward."

I furrow my brows, she didn't tell me that she got lost.

"Would it be alright if I joined you?" Edward questions politely. Based on the looks on Jessica and Angela's faces, one would assume he bedazzled them. Not weird at all.

"Er… Sure." Jessica breathes.

"Um, actually, Bella, we already ate while we were waiting – sorry." Angela confesses, not knowing I have already informed Bella of them eating.

"That's fine – I'm not hungry." Bella shrugs.

Edward says something in a low tone to Bella before looking up at Jessica and saying, "Do you mind if I drive Bella and Rory home tonight? That way you don't have to wait while they eat?"

I speak up before Jessica has a chance, there's no way I am ruining this moment for my sister. "I've already ate," I lie, "I scarfed my food down before I came to find you Bells."

I watch as Edward raises a disbelieving eyebrow at me, his eyes looking amused. Bella looks at me with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude.

"Uh, no problem, I guess…" Jessica bites her lip, trying to figure out from Bella's expression if this is what she wants. The wink she sends to Jessica makes the decision a clear and easy one.

"Okay," Angela speaks up first, "See you tomorrow, Bella… Edward."

"See you at home," I tell Bella, giving her a look that informs her that I will want all of the details. I give a quick glance at Edward, "Bye."

Together, Angela and I grab onto Jessica's hands basically drag her to her car.

After we pull out of our parking spot I speak up, "Can we please stop by Taco Bell? I'm starving!"