Hey you guys, I'm sure you hate it when I do this, I do too, but I couldn't come up with a new chapter and don't think I can for a while because I'm looking for a data entry/ receptionist job right now to get out of the unreliable hours I had at my retail job and have one that's easier on me now that I'm less healthy than before. I don't want to leave you with anything so here's a bit of a Tokyo Drift inspired fanfic I have.

Chapter Two-

I smacked my alarm off and groaned loudly. I could barely sleep last night because of the downpour. It constantly tapped my window loudly. I turned on my twinkle lights, their dim yellow lighting all I could bear right now. Adding them and my band posters yesterday made my room feel more like me. My outfit of the day waited for my on my desk chair, my docs below. They should repel the water well enough.

The house was freakishly quiet, then I remembered Charlie left for work early in the morning. I stumbled into the kitchen, brushing my hair with my fingers, and poured myself coffee. God, I love coffee… Though I meant to cut down so I could grow taller.

Charlie was a real-food breakfast eater which meant there was no cereal for me but he was nice enough to leave some cooked breakfast for me. I'll have to do some shopping- Ring ring!

Who the fuck- "Hello."

"Bells! It's me, Jacob. Remember?" In my mind I saw a brown, shaggy-haired boy hand me a rock from the dark beach.

"Heh, you mean Rachel and Rebecca's annoying little brother?"

"Hey…"

"I remember you Jake. The fuck are you calling me at this ungodly hour?"

"Still not a morning person I see." I could practically that large white grin of his.

"Fuck no."

"Come over later,"

"Like, after school?" I said, and took a bite of toast.

"Yeah. Charlie won't mind."

"Mmm, mm-hmm. After school then. You're feeding me."

He laughed. "Sure. Cool, see ya!"

I hung the phone back on the receiver. I wasn't more awake, but my mood was better-Fuck me…

I entered Forks High School in the middle of junior year. This won't be weird at all. I never really made friends in school, and I highly doubted I'd have much luck here, but I suppose that was better than having enemies. So I was just going to play it cool and hope no one comes near me.

I rolled up the parking lot, turning down the Fall Out boy CD I was playing, in my beat-up orange truck gifted to be by Charlie. It chugged loudly, which was embarrassing, but it worked at least.

"Nice ride," A dark skinned boy said.

"Thanks." I said sarcastically and shut the door, pulling my hood up.

Forks High School was a lot smaller than my Phoenix high school. They housed half the amount of students or maybe not even then. I made a beeline for the main office to get my schedule before heading to my first class.

I made it there after all the other students got in, and it was like that with every class since I had to find my way around. The layout of this place didn't make any sense.

The sun didn't peek out of the blanket of gray in the sky, not even once. And it drizzled as I made my way back to the truck. Shit, I did not miss this at all…

I was headed to Jake's house, or his garage rather. He told me not to go into the house and just go around. I'd pick up the food from the Safeway after. I don't remember the way to La push, the beach in the Quileute reservation. The last time I was there, I was 10. So I relied on my phone for directions. And yet, the walls of forest, sights of the ocean and rocks peeking through every now and then, felt so familiar. I smiled, remembering the most fun I ever had when I was in Forks was when I was here.

Jacob lived a few feet from the beach which was lucky considering the sea breeze and sight, but it was usually too cold to go swimming in, though I guess the natives were used to it. One breath of their air and I was happy. Maybe because they live isolated for the most part or...because they were thought of as odd being descendants of a tribe that lived here since before the country was founded.

I trudged through the sand to the garage in the back of the red Black's house. Jacob didn't hear me over the metal baanging he was doing with his car.

"Hey!" I shout and jump in. He jumps and quickly turns, a large grin stretching across his face.

"Bella!" He pushed himself off the concrete ground and hugged me tightly, lifting me off the ground. He literally knocked the breath out of me. He was two years younger than. I didn't think he'd remember me well enough.

"What are you doing-you've gotten so buffed!" I said when he let me go.

"You like?"

"Hair's longer," I said blushing, musing his made him look a little otherworldly but it didn't look bad at all.

"I think I like it. Great for headbanging."

"I would know." I responded. I looked around at the inside of the garage a bit.

"So… you're a grease monkey?"

"Yeah. I build cars from scratch. Sort of."

"Why?"

"Here, I'll show you." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the car he was banging on.

"WHat?"

"Outside, this thing looks like a piece of junk. But inside?" He turned the key in the ignition and revved it. Then the car farted a lot of black smoke."

"I'm still working on it," He coughed.

"Yeah," I forced out, waving the smoke away from my face.

"But why?" He paused, still recovering from the smoke but thinking.

"What are you doing tonight?" He asked.

"What? What do you mean?" Was he asking me out?

"It's better if I show you. Say you'll come," he said, nudging my arm.

"O-okay?" I said. His grin got bigger, as if it were even possible.

"Great, I'll pick you at midnight. Don't tell Charlie. I'll knock on your window." I looked at him in disbelief. I didn't get it.

Let me know what you think and if there's anything you think I can add to it or The Underground. Thank you so much for reading, for your patience and waiting, I really appreciate it. See you soon!