Two weeks have passed since I returned home and it's almost like I've never left. I've been spending every morning Charlie isn't working with him, and the rest of the days with the besties.

The girls and I have been shopping, training for cheerleading, and spending nights with each other watching any genre of movie like, horror, romance, comedy. One night the guys joined us and we watched Friday the 13th, because it was literally Friday the 13th and we watch the first two every time.

The girls and I were sprawled out on the floor with our pillows and comforters, while the guys including Jeremy, were sitting on the couch hogging the popcorn and yelling at the idiots on the screen. It was a good thing Elena's parents were taking a road trip for the weekend.

"Guys, shut up, I want to see the stupid blonde get ganked! No offence Care Bear." I had yelled. Care had given me a "huh" look, and I acted like I didn't say anything. I laughed at the memory. I love the girl to death, but she could be so clueless sometimes. But that's all the more reason to love her. She's got that sparkling personality that most girls envy. However, she's like a sister to me. We may be polar opposites and sometimes she can be a bit much, but if anyone messes with her, I'd break their jaw while smiling.

When the movie was almost finished, everyone else was already asleep, so I had laid back and after a few minutes I had drifted off myself.

When I was hanging with the guys, we trained and I taught them Karate. I even taught them how to use each weapon I had. They caught on pretty quickly and now they're almost as good as Charlie and I are. Charlie had taught me since I was six years old because of his supernatural beliefs, much to Reneé's dismay. Dad has his own collection of weapons like me, except he has all sorts of guns, being Chief of Police and all. I, however, didn't want guns for a few reasons. One: they make too much noise. Two: They draw attention. Three: I prefer to be stealthy.

Anyway, right now, I am cleaning my Impala. The guys, more specifically and stupidly Tyler, have offered to help. But they got the hint when I opened the trunk, goty crossbow out and aimed it at Tyler's precious jewels. They both turned ghostly white, held up their hands, and backed away slowly while keeping their eyes on my hands. I had acted like I was going to put it back when quicker than a cobra strike, I shot a bolt between their feet. They screamed like little girls and I laughed my ass off for a good ten minutes.

After rinsing Baby 2 off and letting him air dry. I pulled him into the garage to keep the weather off of him. Walking back out, I stood in front of the group and asked, "okay. Who wants to go to the bike shop with me? I really need to get a bike to give my baby a break. Any volunteers?" The girls all groaned and pouted. While the boy's faces lit up. "We'll go with you Bell. We can take my truck to use the truck bed." Matt volunteered for he and Ty. "Great, let's go. Bye ladies."

So now, we are driving the next half hour to the closest bike shop. It has Honda's, Kawasaki's, and used Harley's. I have a specific Motorcycle in mind. And the guys are going to flip. We are currently jamming to Metallica's King Nothing and Tyler is playing air guitar, while I play air drums, and Matt is singing. The three of us have always been like this, believe or not we are much closer than I am with the girls. Maybe because I'm a bit of a tomboy, or maybe because the guys secretly like me, they just don't think I know.

We are now pulling up to the bike shop and I am bouncing in my seat like a kid that has had way to much sugar at their grandparent's house before returning to their mom and dad. Matty and Ty are laughing at my giddiness, but I don't care. I'm too damn excited.

We get out of the truck once it's parked and I am leading the guys over to the Kawasaki section. They have curiosity written in their expressions. I walk over to a neon green Kawasaki Ninja 250R and inspect it. It looks brand new. Low miles. Tires are good. No scratches or dents. I'm buying this one. A worker walks over and I tell him and he takes me to get the paperwork done, pay, and hands me the key. When we're done, the boys load ot up in the truck bed and we hop in to head back home.

"So Bells, you got a name for the bike?" asks Matt. "Not sure yet. I need to drive him around for a little while to think up a name. I may end up naming him after a ninja since that's what he is. I don't know yet. And before you ask Ty, no you can not drive it. However, I may let you ride sometimes if you promise to behave." You know, I don't think I have ever seen Tyler so speechless in my life. I think he's contemplating, because he has that full on thinking face and just as we finally pull into my driveway, he smiles and says, "I promise Bells, to never drive your bike, never touch it without permission, and I would love to ride on it only every once in a while. I know that would make you more comfortable."

We hopped out of the truck and the guys get it out of the bed, then I put it in the garage, right next to Baby 2. I thank the boys, give them hugs, and watch them leave before heading inside the house. It is 6 o'clock in the afternoon, so I walk to the kitchen and prepare dinner for when Charlie gets home. I'm going to make chicken alfredo, garlic bread, and a tossed salad. And hour later, dinner is done and Charlie walks in.

"Bells, I'm home! Dinner smells divine!" Charlie calls out to me. I have the table set as he walks in from putting his gun belt up. We sit at the table and make small conversation about our day while we eat. Apparently, there's going to be a new student when school starts next month. The strange thing is, I haven't seen any new faces around town. Of course, I have been busy lately.

I finished washing the dishes once we were done eating, and put up the leftovers. We are watching tv in the living room, a rerun of Supernatural. But I don't mind and neither does Charlie. He's the one that got me to watch it. Same thing with The Walking Dead. About that, believe it or not, Charlie was friends with Robert Kirkman and was the one to encourage him to publish his comics. Then later on when it became a tv show, we watched it every Sunday. We also go to the conventions whenever they're held in Virginia. Both Supernatural and The Walking Dead. I have met almost every single actor, producer and director for both. They are all really nice and awesome people who I accept as my extended family.

So here we are watching the rest of Supernatural and it's going on 10 pm. Charlie is getting ready to go get ready for bed. I already took my shower for the night before the show came on. I get up from the couch, walk upstairs to my room and lay on my bed and fall fast asleep.

I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR TVD.

-Jess

P.S I forgot to mention, there are going to be mentions of Supernatural, The Walking Dead, and maybe some others. I want my book to be somewhat unique. And what better way to do so then actually have more than two or three different types of supernatural beings? So, get ready for a hell of a book that will make you laugh and scream all at the same time.

Much love,

Jess