I AM SO VERY, very,very,very,very,Very SORRY! I have an excuse though! I've been duck hunting with my brothers and my cousins and I haven't been able to update! Pllleeaassee forgive me. Thanks for the reviews! They filled me up but I think I'm getting a little hungry…..
I walked through the threshold of my room and right smack-dab into Jared.
"Hey! Big break in the case! I saw that Cullen kid! Cullen is the name of the doctor that my family didn't want!"
At the mention of Edward I groaned. If he was to become a part of my helping Jared that would truly suck. I was trying to avoid him, and if I needed him I wouldn't be able to do that.
"Well who got your panties in a wad?! I've been sitting in your room all day with nothing to do, and this how you come home to me?" Jared said in fake anger.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm not groaning at you. And now that I think about it you did get my panties in a wad." I turned my head towards my under where that I did not leave out on the bed this morning.
Jared looked he had just been caught with his hand in a cookie jar.
"Umm…I can expla-
"Save it Jared, now what about Cullen?" I asked. I walked over to my ihome and turned My Chemical Romance on and into back ground music. I plopped down on my bed while Jared took a seat at my desk eagerly.
"Well I don't really now what I'm talking about. I never really listened to my .family about the whole treaty thing. But I know it has to do with the Cullen clan!"
Great. Maybe I could use Alice to help me? No she had already caught me weirdly talking to nobody. I was worried and disappointed but at the same time intrigued. I had never had a case like this. Then again I had never had a friend like Jared.
No Bella, don't get attached. He is just another spirit. Just another client.
"Heelloo?! Earth to Bella! Are you high or something?"
"No, I was just thinking." I snapped "is there someone we could talk to about the legends, or this treaty or whatever?" I pressed. Why would the Perfect Cullen's have to have a treaty with a entire reservation?"
"Hey! Don't go all cop on me! We can worry about it later. Let's do that later."
I looked him straight in his eyes. I new he wanted to know why he had died when he wasn't ready. But at the same time I knew he was stalling.
"Jared, its gonna be ok. It's a lot better on the other side. You don't have to be scared." I said in a convincing voice.
He looked up at me from under his hair with sad eyes. I hated to see someone as happy as Jared with a gloom look on his face. That was my facial. I wanted to cheer him up. I suddenly had the perfect idea that I knew he would personally love to be apart of it."
"You know, I was thinking of getting another tattoo. You want to come help me?"
His face immediately brightened. For a second he looked like I had just proposed to him.
"YES! IWOULDLOVETOGO.WHEREAREYOUGONNAGETIT?WHATCOLOR?!"
"Easy boy!" I laughed, putting my hands on his shoulders to steady him from all of his jumping. "Come on lets go. Wait do you know where I can get a tattoo without any ID?" I asked sheepishly. I felt a little off asking a 13 year old this question.
"Oh sure. We can go on the rez. The Quileute's sometimes make their kids get tattoos. Were Indians, remember? Oh you can go to my Dads shop! My cousin Jake works there! You can ask him questions, he knows all about that Treaty stuff." Jake said.
"Cool" was all I could say as I quickly rushed to get my keys.
"So what is your tattoo gonna say?" Jake questioned as we drove into La push. I blushed. He would probably think the tattoo sounded weird and confusing. Then again I was weird and confusing.
"Ummm I was thinking maybe it would be a little more girly then the one I have on my back….I was thinking…..maybe it would say…….Spirit Seeker?" I confessed looking at the shimmering rocks on the beach.
"Dude! That is so bad ass! I inspired it." He said the last part like he had just won Miss America and was rubbing it in the girl's faces.
So apparently my tattoo sounded 'bad ass'. I was relived.
"Where you gonna get it?" I blushed again at his question. God, why don't I just get a permanent blush tattooed on my face.
"Well….I was thinking that it would go across my pelvis… at my waist line." I snuck a look at his face. His eyes seemed to say 'every guys dream' and he slowly nodded his head up and down in approval. All I could do was laugh.
"Turn up here." Jared ordered.
The shop was actually a shed. It had tons of stolen street signs for walls on the outside. It stuck out just past the beautiful ocean. La push was truly beautiful.
My Excitement and anxiety seemed to increase as I stepped from the truck. My truck door almost hit a Rabbit, but I quickly caught it.
"Come on!" Jared yelled running into the door.
With every step I took toward the door, every thought I gained. What was I going to ask this guy? "Hey I can talk to your dead cousin, and he wants to know why you didn't care enough about him to get the best doctor you could get." Yep that wouldn't sound very sensitive. How was I going to get him to talk about Edward?
I took a deep breath trying to gain confidence.
I walked through the door and the bell jingled turning the head of a alive boy.
Here I go.
Totally clueless as to what to do.
I'm starved. Review or I will make sure that Jane gives you a visit tonight. No I would never do that…..or would I? Muhahahaha! – COMMA OF THOUGHT