Another Fast update!
Things have settled for me so this is a 'Yay!' chapter...
Also, I felt bad for leaving you guys with a filler chapter.
Just so you guys know, I have finished writing this story. I want to finish updating this by June 13th at the latest.
This 13th is my favourite anniversary of my favourite people in the world, so I want to be free before that...so maybe 12th?
Enough Rambling from me.
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"You absurd boy," I yelled, pacing about as Stephen stood at the window, his arm crossed.
He turned to look at me, eyebrows arched, "You done?" he asked. I glared at him, running my hands through my hair. "I'm not ready!" I hissed.
"You don't have to be. Besides, think about us, we're more than ready for this stupid fight between you and Cullen to be over." He said.
I pouted and he sighed, walking over to me to put both his heavy hands on my shoulders.
"T, it's been a week and the jerk hasn't visited you once. Either, you talk to him and make up or just get it over with. I suppose you won't be all jammed up about breaking it off with him like a certain literary character we won't mention?" he gave me a meaningful look.
I huffed.
Finally, I nodded.
"Excellent, do you want me to dial for you?" he asked, digging into his pocket and pulling out a cell phone.
I shrugged, flopping onto the bed when he smirked and held up the phone to his ear.
He jerked suddenly as the phone began ringing even before he could push the call button.
I raised my eyebrows as he glared at the number. "Damned thing, they won't stop calling me!" he spat out. "Have you actually told them to leave you alone?" I asked. He shook his head.
"It's a blocked number. I don't want to get in some mess." He said.
"We're already in a mess. Give it here," I held out my hand for the still ringing phone.
He handed the silver box to me and I studied the number before sliding the answer button.
"Hello," I said briskly into the mouth piece.
T – T – Tulika…is that y-you? The stuttering voice was familiar but it came out so scratchy I could hardly understand the words.
I glanced at Stephen, switching to speaker mode.
"Yes, it's me; who's this?"
It's me…R-Roosevelt, Roosevelt Sorenson.
Stephen knelt beside the bed, looking at the phone. "Dr. Sorenson, why did you call me?" Stephen asked. There was a heavy pause before one sentence filtered in before cutting the call. You're the only ones who can help me.
Stephen and I stared at each other wide eyed.
Well, there went any chance of trying to become friends with Edward.
Bella, who clearly thought that her boyfriend had managed to convince me to talk to Edward, smiled softly when we clambered down the stairs.
"Did it work?" she asked Stephen.
"Yeah," he said absent mindedly as I pulled on my jacket.
"Ok…where…where are you two going?" she asked. "Um, we need to go to the library." I muttered. She raised her eyebrows. "School's out, T, what will you do in the library?" she asked.
"It's not for school. She wants to find books to get Edward happy again." Stephen said.
I stopped and gave him a 'are you serious?' look. He flushed before pressing his lips to Bella's. "Be back soon," he said following as I threw a quick wave to my best friend and rushed out into the living room.
"So, where to first…?" Stephen asked when we were strapped in his car.
"The school library," I said as he revved the engine.
Jesus, this place was making me a B&E specialist; I thought drily as I clambered – just a tad bit awkwardly – over the school gates and headed for the library. I decided to leave Stephen out to act as a look-out since; I was smaller and easier to hide.
Jiggling the library doors open, I slipped in, undoing the shades just a bit to let in a bit of sunlight.
"Sorenson…?" I called softly, my voice echoing through the long shelving.
Ok then, I retreated to his desk, biting my lip at the déjà vu and opened his drawers.
The first drawer contained receipts, off stubs of fine tickets, crumpled papers…
The second contained a small journal. I flipped it open, scanning the unintelligible hand, clearly a different language. I dropped it back and opened the third drawer, stopping short when I saw it empty aside from three items.
A little red book, a passport and an airplane ticket…
I pulled them out, pulling the chair out and sitting down to examine them closely.
The plane ticket was out far, almost as far as Mexico. The name on the passport was Marlow Santiago. The picture was Sorenson. I frowned. Why did he need to have a passport and ticket out in false names?
I opened the book to see it was an address book.
It was out of order, probably arranged in terms of convenience and how much he needed these people. Why have address books when you can save everything in your phone? Well, guess he was old-fashioned.
Good thing too, there was his own address in the front.
I slipped the tickets and passport in the book and closed it, checked if everything was how it was and slipped back out.
"Get anything…?" Stephen asked when I reemerged from the bushes.
"Yeah," I spat out a couple leaves and showed him the tickets. He snorted at the name.
"Marlow Santiago, that's not even a real name." he scoffed.
"Focus, Steph," I snapped, slapping the papers against his chest.
"Ok, fine, but what do we do now?" He asked, flipping through the address book again.
"Go to his house," I said.
He gave me a look. "Ok, T, he's on the run, why would he be at him own house? I mean, that's the last place we'd find him." He said. I opened my mouth when he stopped; frowning down at the page he'd flipped open.
"Hey, check this out, J. Jenks." He said.
"What about it?" I asked.
"Wasn't that the name of the dude who made the fake stuff for Bella in Breaking Dawn?" he asked.
I stopped short, looking at him dumbfounded. "How do you know that?" I asked. He shrugged, suddenly embarrassed.
"I just…read…the books…once…you know, to be…ready if we…ever came back." he spoke haltingly, before closing his eyes, looking as if he wanted to erase that from my mind.
"Oh...ok, you just never told me that." I said.
"Yeah, and get weird looks from you like I did from my folks?" he asked.
"I meant about you thinking we'd come back." I said gently.
He just looked away, his cheeks red before clearing his throat and looking back.
"We should call Jenks. See, if he made some other stuff for Sorenson. If he left this here, he must've gotten some others."
"Right," I said, pulling out my phone but he stopped me.
"Whoa, Sherlock, I think I should be getting Jenks while you dial the Cullens." He said.
"Wait, what…? Why are they in this conversation?" I asked.
"Because…ok, I don't really have a good argument for this but we can't exactly just play Nancy and Ned around here when we're both wanted by a red headed vampire, ok? If you don't want to get Edward, call Jasper, he scared Jenks the most, didn't he?" he said.
I pouted before making a big show of pulling out my phone and dialing Jasper.
He looked amused but began to call Jenks at the same time.
I held the phone up to my ear, hearing the ring tone as I stared at Steph with narrowed eyes.
He picked up on the third ring.
"Tulika," he said, his tone perfectly friendly as if I wasn't his brother's estranged girlfriend. It made me a bit happy that he was being normal about this.
"Hey, Jasper, do you have a minute?" I asked.
"Sure," he said in that same tone.
"Do you know a J. Jenks?" I asked.
There was a short pause. "Why…?" he asked, finally.
"Oh, I just wanted to know, no reason in particular." I said, hastily.
Another brief pause before he replied a little slowly, "Yes, I know him. Are you thinking of visiting him, Tulika? Do you need something done?" he asked.
"No, no, I just remembered something from the books," I saw Stephen hang up and make a throat cutting motion, "Ok, I'll speak to you later, Jasper, thanks." I hung up.
"He totally suspects something is up." I said immediately.
"Yeah, so does Jenks, I told him we were Sorenson's grandkids and that we were with the Cullens. That loosened up his tongue enough. He said to check his house because he didn't pick up the last batch of papers and he made the last call from a land-line."
"That could've been any land-line." I protested.
"Yeah, but get this, I told him Sorenson's number and he said it was the same." He said.
"It was made days ago. It could've been a coincidence. Maybe he moved out," I said.
He gave me a wry look.
"Tulika, unless we show up wearing the same clothes or order the same pizza, there are no coincidences with us. Not here, anyways," he said.
I sighed; looking at the address he was pointing out and gave him a curt nod.
Ok, Ok, I know what you all are thinking!
This is a filler chapter also, but I have another chapter waiting! I mean, it wouldn't let me fit both in one so I had to make them different parts!
But still...
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