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Chapter 2: Meeting in the forest

The sound of the birds singing awoke me form the slumber. It felt wonderful waking up at my uncles house. The scent of the wet trees was amazing, the birds were singing loudly in the forest. A smile crept to my face. It was time to face another day. It was roughtly a week before school would start. The sound of the coffee maker and smell of the dark brown baverage was calling me, luring me out of comfortable my slumber.

With sleepydust still in my eyes I rubbed them to get rid of any traces of the 'sandmans' visit. Sitting by the table with a newspaper at hand was Uncle Tim.

"Morning sleepyhead." He said teasingly, it was way too early in the morning for smartmouthing, I knew that much. He however was so generous that he already took out breakfast for both of us. With two already tosted and buttered slices, a small bowl of milk and granola and a big mug waiting to be filled with coffee.

"So I take it first night in Forks went well." He asked as I poured some more of the black liquid into my cup. I just nodded, not trustuing my voice until I gotten a bit more alert. My gleefull smile probably said more than my voice could ever explain.

Once the cup where filled and had cooled a bit I chugged down the dark content, feeling the slight discomfort in my throat. Not one of my brightest ideas.

"Wow, slow down I'm not going to take the coffee away from you."

"Sorry."

"So what plans do you have for today?"

"I haven't really decided what to do yet, but I think I will be exploring the eria a bit you know to get settled in. What are you going to do today?" Just after that my uncles cellphone rang, he quickly picked it up and answered.

"Hello, Tim here." There was a pause and I only heard a mumbling of a voice. Uncle looked a bit frustrated and also a bit apologetic at me, why I didn't know yet, but I assume that he is forced to leave for work and he probably hoped that he could have showed me around and help me get accustom to Forks and its inhabitants.

"Alright I will be there as soon as possible." Tim said and finished the phone call, letting out a sigh of frustration.

"Duty calls?" I said knowing how this was going to go down. He nodded and finished the restr of his breakfast.

"What you are saying sounds like a good idea, I unfortionetly have work to do, it appears that someone from driving between here and Beaver hit a deer this morning, I better find that poor thing and put it out of it's misery."

"How is the driver?"

"From what my college told me, can't walk a straight line even if her life depended on it."

"Intoxicated?"

"That is most likely. I am sorry Courtney; you are free to tag along if you like." He knew that I despiced shooting living beings. I also hated seeing him do it. But it was true that the poor thing was probably not going to make it, so instead of letting the suffering of it's injury slowly

"No thank you, besides I think I will be out in the forest."

"Just be carefull, you have your phone and good shooes?"

"The former charged and ready, the latter in still in my suitcase."

"Right, I will see you later today sqirt." He said as he passed me and let his fingers glide over my head.

"See you later." I said before the door shut with a click. I let out a sigh finished my meal and washed them and put them away. I picked up my phone and flipped it open, I diald my mothers number and heard it go to voice mail.

*You have reached Carol Wade, I am unable to answer right now leave a message after the tone.*

"Hi mom, I am still alive. Everything is A-OK here is Forks. Say hi from me to the rest of the family, bye." I quickly said before the recording time went out. I went back to my bedroom, one could not spend the entrie day in ones pjs. With quick movements my sleepwear flew up into the air and gracefully fell upon the floor in a mess. A quick shower a qick change consistent of fresh 'unmentionables' pair of slightly worn jeams, a red and black striped tank top a bright green hoodie and a lighter mud coloured jacket incase it got cold. I grabbed the camera that I from my parnets txo years ago at Christmas, with a forest like Forks the chance to get quite a few pretty shots. I grabbed my hiking boots and a bottke of water from the fridge, I left a note telling Tim what I was up to and that he could contact me if he needed anything. I quickly found the extra key, locked the door and went towards Calawah River and left the houses behind.

The forest is thick and luscious green. This was to me a kingdom no humans could rule over this place and just like the beaver, wolf and birds all of us where living and breathing in nature wild and untamed. I kept walking climbing the steep hills finding places for taking pictures. Even with the gray sky hanging over the forest the sight had almost a magic to it. A few birds and some rabbits where all I had captured on the pictures so far. But the photography's form the hills and on the almost eerie pine trees made quite impressive pictures. A sudden movement in the underbrush was heard and on the ground was a squirrel almost bouncing towards its tree. Once in its tree it looked almost curiously at me. Carefully not to startle the tiny thing I took its picture, Uncle Tim was going to love that one.

"Hello!?"

A male voice echoes as I almost jump out of my skin. The little squirrel had scurried away just as startled as me to get away from to it was a possible predator. As much as I wanted to be here in nature, alone with my camera. I was just as curious whom that voice belonged to.

With a discreet glace I looked at the man behind me. He was quite tall and had dark eyes and hair. He was muscular and had the more slit eyes associated with Native americans or Asians.

"Hi." A soft squeak left my lips. Now was not the time to start acting like a shy school girl. I have met cute boys before, but I knew that I was not exotic or voluptuous; I was just the traditional girl next door.

"I haven't seen you before, are you the new girl?" I had a feeling new girl would be my nickname until the learned my real name.

"Courtney, actually and yes. I live for the moment with my uncle at Robin Hood Loop."

"So you are the niece of Tim, heard quite a lot about his nieces."

"That's odd Uncle Tim if often quite timid."

"That is until you get invited for a couple of beers by my father and his friends."

"That explains it my Uncle is a bit of a light weight." The boy chuckled and smiled back at me. I stepped closer and showed my hand ready to take his and give it a friendly shake.

"My name is Courtney Wade, pleasure to meet you." With the same big grim he took my hand and shook it. He may not look it but that boy must be very good at arm wresteling.

"Jacob Black, Pleasure is mine."

"So what is a Seattle girl like you doing in Forks?"

"So he told you that. Well, let us just say you can take the girl out of the forest but not the forest out of the girl."

"So why are you all by yourself out in the forest?"

"I wanted to get some pictures, it brings me peace of mind and it's a hobby of mine." Smirking at the tall male I just lightly laughed to myself. "Weird I know."

"Not at all. So what were you shooting?"

"Just landscape and the occasional animals once I found them."

"Well you picked a nice place to start."

"Thank you for the compliment, are you also a nature lover?"

"Well I have always been here so I know these woods like the back of my hand."

"Native of Forks?"

"Nope, from La Push down by the coast." I remember my uncle mentioning that place in one of his letters; it was a Native American reservation.

"Then you are from the Quaileute reservation?"

"Quileute, no 'a' in it"

"Woops."

"No worries, if you had said Cherokee or Cree then you would be way off sister."

"It is quite a moth full, you must agree on that one." The boy choukled, he had a cute laugh. He schook his head slightlyt making his black hair move ever so slighty, it was much longer than mine and looked soft to the touch.

"So what brings you here?" His voice was smooth and playful.

"The usual, a chance to start over, perhasps finding out who one is, you know that stuff." I said a bit nonchalauntly.

"Excuse me am I taling to a 15 year old or a 51 year old?" He said smirking, had I not catch on to the joke I would have been offended.

"I am 15 in body but I probably is a lot older in spirit, no that is wrong. If that was accuret I would be 6 years old at times." I said mumbling the last part more to myself than to him. The might get awkward.

"That is one strange way to look at it." He said luaghting, he smirked and I relaxed.

"So what brings you here?"

"Was just driving around on one of my friends' bike, stopped to get off, saw something move and found you, which is more or less the summerary." He said lightly shrugging his shoulder.

"I see. What type of bike is it?"

"A CB900C Honda, she has seen better days but she I a very smooth ride."

"Really, how fast is she?" I asked curiously.

"About 124 miles per hour."

" Ooh, not bad." I said a little bit awed. He light up like a light, probably enjoying that I was taking intrest in the ride he mentioned.

"For a bike over 20 years old, you bet."

"Are bikes a hobby of yours?"

"I like working with my hands. Give me a vehicle some spare parts and let me work my magic."

"What do you do Hudini make it new?" I said cheekichly.

"Not only that, but better." He said with the twinkle in his eye. Just before I had the chance to respond my phone beeped. I had a message from uncle Tim, telling me to get home this instance.

"Crud got to go. Nice meeting you Jacob"

"Ditto, need a lift?" He asked, I smiled back sweetly.

"Thanks, but I'll walk, see you around." I said before walking back the way I came and with a bounce in my step made my way back to my Uncles. It had been quite a nice day so far.