Okay, note to self. NEVER FORGET TO UPDATE AGAIN.

Hell, I'M SO SORRY! I've been cramming for finals that are creeping up on me, and I'm STILL having to work on my math. I feel like a bitch for completely forgetting about you guys, and worst of all, I only have this tiny little chapter which is basically nothing. And it's REALLY crappy. Damn, so sorry about dropping the ball.

On the good side, new story coming out? Maybe, I dunno.

Anyways, I'm going to go. I still have to type up another chapter to "Dancing With The Wolves."

Ahhhh shit.

P.S. (Sorry about the swears.)

ONWARD!

Playlist For Chapter:

We Like To Party (Crazy Frog Remix) - Vegnaboys
Dream Girl - Basshunter

Ivy turned to face us, her nostrils flaring. Her eyes turned into icy stones, and she was suddenly shaking. We both knew that she hated it when we called her our mother. She bit her bottom lip, white against pink. She looked as if she were about to rip our heads off, and if so, she was going to do it painfully, slowly, and happily.

"Nikki! Renny!" She screamed, though her scream was still soft.

"Run!" Nikki shrieked, and with a small squeak, she shoved the pot of food into my arms.

"Aaaaayyyeeeeee!" I yelped as Nikki flew past me, bumping into me. Ivy didn't bother going for me; she past by me in a blur of pale blond as I could hear her screaming at Nikki to get back there.

The males all stared after Ivy and Nikki, and then they all turned to stare at me.

"Are they going to hurt each other?" The thinner one asked, worry shaking in his voice.

I watched as in the distance, but still in the small ditch like thing on the side of the road, as Ivy tackled Nikki to the ground. I heard Nikki swear a few times. "Eh," I replied, "I'm not sure. It just all depends on how many swears they both say." I turned my back to my fighting friends to look straight at the Native Americans.

The shortest one, the one who had been staring at me, laughed. "That's kind of like you and Jake, hey Paul?" He kept nudging the bulkiest one.

Ah. So Mr. Muscles-Who-Stares-At-Nikki was actually Paul. Nice to know a name.

Paul laughed. "Yeah, I guess."

I looked down at the pot in my hands. My stomach suddenly growled uselessly."Don't tell Nikki I ate this," I told them before I began to shovel down a few spoonfuls of food.

They all grinned and laughed, and they looked like they were having a grand old time. The shortest one laughing the loudest and the hardest.

"Renny!" Nikki's voice screamed, boomin' like a loud speaker. "My food!"

"Holy shit!" I cried, my nerves shot. I swear I jumped three feet into the air, my shriek echoing off the ever-green trees. The pot fell out of my hands and onto the ground, upside down, yellow smearing with grass and dirt. Once I was back on my feet, I whipped around to find Nikki staring at the ground.

"Renny. You. Do. Realize. That. Was. Our. Only. Food. Source," Nikki said the words deliberately slow.

"We'll make some more when we get to Forks," Ivy said, appearing at Nikki's side. She rolled her blue eyes, pushing a few strands of hair out of her face.

Nikki said, "If we make it to Forks. So, what's the four-one-one on the car?"

I was suddenly shocked back into reality and why we were actually on the side of the road. I nodded eagerly.

The guy who had looked at Ivy's car sighed. "Well, it's basically everything. That car is totally shot. Sorry."

Disappointed flooded through my veins like hot molten lava. Ivy squinted at her car, glaring at it. "Piece of crap," she mumbled. "I knew it was going to break down sooner or later."

"Piece of shit," Nikki corrected.

"Watch the swears, Nikita," I told her, grinning wildly.

Nikki mock snarled at me when I used her full name, her red hair dancing like a flame in the wind. "Go. To. Hell."

"Not if you go first." I grinned wildly again, enjoying the look of annoyence that spread across her face.

"Okay, enough you two." Ivy held up her hands up as if she could physically stop the conversation. "There's only so much of Nikki-and-Renny-being-stupid I can handle."

The males stifled some laughter as Nikki glared at Ivy. I glared at Ivy myself, as well, and she just smiled and grinned back.

"Well, how are we supposed to get to Forks? Do one of you guys have a cell phone or something?" I pleaded.

They all shook there heads in unison.

"But you could always ride with us," The shorter one suggested.

See? Told you. Crappy.

Thanks for dealing with my absence, and as soon as I get back into the swing of things, I promise things will be better!

Bai!