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Chapter Two

We went outside to get the rest of our things out of the car. It was a bit chilly to be August, and I knew it rained almost all the time here so I made a mental note to make the jackets and coats one of the things we unpack first. Dean and I didn't have much when we first moved to Detroit, and we had even less moving here. Our apartment was always getting broken into in Detroit, so we couldn't keep a lot. I remember they stole Dean's Leap Frog toy that was teaching him how to read, it was his favorite thing in the world. And it broke my heart when I saw the look on his face. We'd gotten home that night from a movie and the entire apartment was bare, all they left was our clothes and food. Dean wouldn't stop crying that night.

But I had a little bit of money saved up from my last job, so we were doing pretty well for right now. And this was a fresh start for the both of us. I opened the trunk and handed Dean the small box filled with his books. He took it and ran to the house. "Slow down, I don't want you to fall!" I yelled after him and he ignored me. I shook my head laughing. Then, I felt someone looking at me.

I turned around and looked around, and saw a man working under the hood of a car a few houses down on the opposite side of street. He was covered in grease, and he was really tall. And he was so far away I had to squint to see his face. Though it was so dirty, I couldn't make out what he looked like. He finally looked me in the eyes, and I felt like the wind was knocked out of my system. I wasn't squinting anymore, and it seemed like everything around him was blurry and he was the only thing in focus. I still hadn't breathed, and he was just looking at me like he was frozen and couldn't move. My heart was racing in my chest. All I could focus on was him.

And then I blinked.

He was gone when I opened my eyes. It was like he was never there.

"Mommy, what are you looking at?"

Dean's voice broke through my thoughts, and I snapped out of it. Whoa.

That was trippy.

"Nothing baby, here." I gave him another box and he went in the house. I looked back over to the spot where the stranger was standing, and it was still gone. That was strange.

"Okay and in case of an emergency you call—" "911, I know mom." Dean was annoyed, but I had to make sure he knew these things. "I know you know baby, but mommy just has to make sure okay?" I ruffled his messy black hair again, and he smiled. "Now be good for Bella okay? I mean it, Dean. No funny business. Don't let her have to call me at work for anything, okay?" I said it in a stern voice so he knew I was serious. He knew better than to disrespect me, no matter how much we may play around.

We pulled up in front of Charlie's house, and I grabbed Dean's backpack out of the backseat. "Come on baby." He took my hand and we walked up to the door. I rang the doorbell and a girl who was about 20 answered the door. She was pale and slender, and had long brown hair and matching brown eyes. She was very cute. "You must be Sharon. It's nice to meet you, I'm Bella." She invited me inside and I saw Charlie about to leave, he was already in his uniform heading out the door. And another boy, around Bella's age, with wild bronze hair and piercing gold eyes. He was…I have no other way of explaining it…beautiful. I only looked at him for a second, and then looked to Charlie. "Hey Sharon, I was just about to head out…I have a long day ahead of me. The stations been getting calls about sightings of large bears again, and it's making a few people uneasy. So naturally, I have to investigate. Hey Dean!"

Dean finally stepped out from behind me and gave a small wave and I smiled. "He's shy about meeting new people. But he promised to be a good little boy today, didn't you Dean?" I leaned down and kissed his forehead, and he wiped it off embarrassed. "Mom!" He complained, making everybody laugh.

"Well you don't have anything to worry about. Bella and Edward will do a great job with him, I guarantee it." "Edward?" "It's very nice to meet you." The boy stuck his hand out for me to shake, and I shook it a bit skeptically. It was really cold. "It's nice to meet you too. You'll be watching him with Bella?" I wasn't so sure about this now. I didn't want a teenage girl and her teenage boyfriend watching my son. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine. Bella and I have both watched kids before, and we're pros at it. You have nothing to worry about." He said smoothly, as if he were answering my thoughts. I looked up at Charlie, and he didn't seem to object. Well, if the Police Chief trusted his daughter and her boyfriend this way, I guess I could too. Besides, this was just a trial anyways. We'll have to see how it goes.

"Okay, well I wrote down my number, and all the things he's allergic to on the paper. He takes his naps at about 1:30, and he can't have anything to drink an hour before that unless you want him peeing on your sofa." They laughed again, but little did they know I was telling the truth. I really didn't need Dean peeing on their sofa, because I really didn't have to money to replace it right now.

"We won't let him drink after 12, I promise." Edward said with a chuckle, and I laughed again. I swear it was like he was reading my thoughts. I checked my watch, and it was like a light bulb went off for me and Charlie. "Well I guess I better head out." He said walking out the door. I kneeled down to Dean in my pencil skirt, carefully. "Okay baby, I'll be missing you the whole time. And when the big hand reaches the 6 and the small hand on the 4 I'll be back to get you okay? I promise. I love you Dean." I gave him a hug then left, feeling pretty good about leaving him there.

"Hello, I'm looking for Mrs. Stanley?" I asked a small skinny pale girl with brown curly hair and a big smile, and she gave me an excited look. "Oh, sure! Is your name Sharon?" I was a little shocked she knew who I was. "Um…yes, I'm Sharon Westmore. And you're—" "Jessica Stanley! Come on, I'll go get my mom." She was pretty young, though she had to be around my age, and it was obvious she'd probably just started this job about a month ago. It was also obvious that she liked to talk a lot. She took me in the back and a woman who looked exactly like her but older was sitting behind a desk filling out some paper work. They even had the same smile. "10 minutes early for work! I like her already." She gave me a warm smile, she seemed like a really sweet lady. "I see you've meet Jess already. Why don't you go with her so she can get you set up?" I nodded and Jessica led me back to the front, and showed me my window. I'd been a bank teller a few times before, so this shouldn't be too hard for me. As long as I remember my reason, I'll be fine. I liked counting. I looked over in Jessica's window, and she had pictures posted up of her with a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes. He was always holding her, or they were kissing. She saw me looking at the pictures.

"That's Mike! He's my boyfriend. Hopefully fiancé one day…if he would just ask." I saw the look of longing on her face, and knew what she was feeling. "You two look very cute together." She instantly beamed again. "Thanks! We've been together since like, high school, so it's a really long time." Mrs. Stanley came out from the back and joined our conversation. "Is she boring you with Mike stories?" We all laughed while Jessica blushed. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Jessica asked. Wow. Straight to the point.

"Um, no…I'm not seeing anyone at the moment actually…I think I just want to focus on getting me and Dean settled in." "Dean?" She asked. I reached in my bag and pulled out a picture of me and Dean at the park to show them. "Yes, Dean. Dean is my son." They both looked at the picture, and then back up to me. There goes that look again.

"Why, how old is he?" Mrs. Stanley asked. "He'll be turning six this November. He starts school soon, too." I said proudly, when she looked back down at the picture. Jessica was better at hiding her opinions. "He's just…adorable." She said with a fake smile, but she really put effort into it. Her mother on the other hand…"So where is his father?" Mrs. Stanley asked in a nasally voice. Well, she was nice a minute ago. "Dean's father doesn't know about him." Here we go…and so it starts. "Well, that's just too bad. You two do look very adorable together though." She smiled and walked away, and Jessica shrugged and went back to some paper work. So this was how it was going to be? Okay. I nodded to myself, and grabbed the scotch tape. I wrapped a piece, and stuck it to the back of the photo. I taped it to the wall of my window, and Jessica just watched me. Now I would always remember my reason.

Lunch took too long to come, and I was more than starving. Getting Dean up this morning was like world war three, because he's so grumpy when he wakes up. So I didn't have time to eat a good breakfast. I remembered a small diner I passed on the way in driving, and decided there would be the perfect place. When I stepped outside, I saw how much of a nice day it was, and decided to walk. The sun was actually shining, so I thought I'd take advantage.

As I walked, I looked around at the different shops. Forks really wasn't a bad place to live. From what I could assume, the people were mostly nice…for now. I must've gotten really distracted by all the shops, because the sky was getting darker and I hadn't even noticed. It was pouring rain before I knew it, and I had ducked into a small café just in time. Oh well, I guess I'll try the diner another time. Maybe even for dinner tonight. After a long morning, I could use a cup of coffee. I ordered it and sat off in the corner, silently reading a magazine. I just wanted to relax for the rest of my lunch. The door opened and another customer walked in, and I didn't pay them any attention.

"I'll have a large black coffee please?" The deep voice asked, and the girl behind the coffee went to get his order. Then I felt eyes on me, but I chose to ignore it. Right now was about relaxing. Suddenly, there was a big, tall, strong looking man standing right in front of me. His muscles rippled under his t-shirt, and his cut off shorts hung loosely on his hips. He also had no socks on inside his shoes. His hair was black, and it was so short it could almost be considered a buzz cut. He was built the same way as the man I saw yesterday, only he was a little shorter. He had russet colored skin though. So I figured he must've been from the Native American Reservation down the road…La Push.

"Excuse me, do I know you?" He asked, and I finally looked up.

"No, I don't think so."
"You're not from Forks, are you?" I laughed.

"Is it that easy to tell?"

"A little." He laughed. "I'm Quil. Quil Ateara." He stuck out his hand for me to shake, and it was really warm. Maybe I was just getting sick.

"I'm Sharon Westmore. It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too. Are you sure we've never met? You look really familiar…" He was squinting as if he was trying to remember.

"I'm positive. I just moved here from Detroit." I looked at a big clock behind his head, and realized it was getting late and I should get back to work soon. "I'm sorry, but I should get back to work. It was nice meeting you Quil." I got up and ran back to work, leaving the café before he even had a chance to protest. Wow.

That was a close one.