So driving to Forks wasn't as easy I imagined it. I mean, from New Jersey to Washington is sort of a long drive. We're talking on the multiple days terms. Me and Sarah got bored quickly. The car was a wreck. Chips and old soda cans trashed the floor. We were now down to 8,000 due to a little over spending. And hotel rooms are crazy expensive.

Basically, we reached Forks in a disarray. We were both PMSing (its weird that that happens when you spend to much time with another girl), we smelt horrible do to a collective laziness and to busy partying to shower, and we were bored to death. Not the sort of entrance you want to make to get your boyfriend and other half back, but whatevs.

We pulled up to the only motel (they didn't even have a hotel, it was that last decade) and booked a room. Just in case Jacob decided he didn't really imprint one me. (That can't happen, right...?) As we pulled our suitcases out of the trunk and slammed the lid, a loud oof could be heard. Sarah and I looked at each other. I cautiously went back toward the car and pulled the trunk open, expecting a crazy psycho man to jump out with a gun.

Instead I saw Caytie.

"Hi," she whispered. I looked at her. She was lying on her side and rubbing her head. I looked back toward Sarah, who was cracking up. I pulled Caytie out of the car.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Well," she said, her pride damaged, "I was planning a big entrance with a huge hug, but instead I got the trunk slammed on my head." By this point Sarah was keeling over in laughter, and I was doing my best not to let it succumb me.

"Why are you in my trunk?" I asked, deciding to play stupid.

"I am going to Forks," she said stubbornly.

"Caytie - "

"No, Jocelyn. Listen to me. I don't care how much longer I have to travel in you trunk being squished to death by your over packed bags - by the way, Sarah, something strawberry smelling leaked - to get to Forks. I will go to Washington. I will meet the Cullens."

"Sarah, throw that strawberry scent out. Edward isn't going to like copy cats - "

"Jocuuuuulynnnnnnn," she whined, "I have to smell ten times better than Bella does!"

"Sarah, then you can't make out with him. And Caytie. You are in Forks."

She looked at me, flabbergasted.

"OH," she yelled, "MY," Sarah joined in, "GOD!" I yelled with them. We were in Forks!


The first thing we had to do was drive to Port Angeles. Caytie 'forgot' to bring clothes, but I think she was just wrapped up in sneaking in with us that she forgot the clothing issue. I also guess she didn't think it was going to work. But it did, so now I was in a strange town with my two amazing friends!

After we dropped our (Caytie's) bags in the room, the first thing we did was shower. Sarah had actually brought strawberry shampoo with her, which Caytie and I made her throw out. We all took our time in the shower. It took a half an hour for me to be sure I ridded myself of hotel smell. Then we pampered ourselves. We went all out. Nails, makeup, you name it, we brought it.

Then came the dilemma. It was noon and I wanted to talk to Jacob. But both Sarah and Caytie wanted to drive past the Cullen house.

"Puh-leaz!" whined Sarah. "I have to meet him."

"Sarah," I said. "You have, like forever to see him. Besides, he probably won't be here. Bella should be new, right? They would want a little isolation for that. And the treaty would be broken."

She sighed. She knew I was right. But the argument continued. Finally, I got so overwhelmed, I mean, I just wanted to see my boyfriend, I began to well up. Sarah and Caytie gave in then. I don't blame them. They don't know what it is like missing the other you.

So we drove down to La Push, and after interrogating a few passer-bys, found out where the Blacks lived. I was surprised by the amount of huge people lumbering by. I guess the Cullens had sticked around. I was going to have to check that out later. But right now, the pack numbered around fifty.

We got to the front door of the house. I sucked my breath in and knocked. I wide-set man opened the door who I immediately registered as Billy Black.

"Uh..." he stuttered. "You must be Jocelyn... and company," he said glancing at Sarah and Caytie. "Come in." He held the door open for me and my friends. We entered the room. A huge group of boys were squeezed onto a couch. I counted nine. But no Jacob. Billy stood akwardly by the door.

"Where's Jacob?" I spun around to shoot daggers at him. I mean, Stephenie Meyer didn't give him a very endearing personality.

"Uh..." he sputtered. I don't think he was used to the anger.

"He's gone." I turned around to see who spoke.

And what I saw took my breath away.