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The Welcome...Truck?

"In the last chapter... Just as we pulled away I cause a glimpse of the smaller girl turning, standing and looking at the tree line with a small frown of worry...

Those eyes...I know them from somewhere..."

I kept my eyes peeled the whole way to the house but I never saw any of them again. I make small talk with Charlie about the weather, mum's wedding (that was awkward!) and my new school. Charlie seems over-excited about my new educations, there's only one school so it's not like he picked out the best school he could. The one thing he seemed to be going on about was the new Italian teacher who had just arrived, apparently he was actually Italian and Charlie had had a few conversations with him. As my name suggests my family is Italian down the long...long line of my ancestors and Charlie had taken to learning his "native" language at one point.

We pulled into the dirt driveway a little too quickly and skidded to a stop, when I opened my car door a realized that it must be a regular way of stopping the car for Charlie as there were similar marks all over the dirt. With a small sigh as I put my hand to my forehead I climbed out of the car with my backpack on my back. I went to get my bag from the back seat but Charlie had already lifted it and was heading to the front door with a small laugh at my awkward smile.

Just as I reach the front door I got a shiver down my spine, I turned to look at the tree line, which surrounded the side and back of the house. Searching the trees I could swear someone was watching me from between the pines. It was starting to get dark at this point. Since I couldn't find anything I walked through the door and found Charlie holding out a set of keys into my face. I laughed and took the keys out of his hand then held them out "what's this for?" I raised my eyebrow at the small wolf key ring which was attached, I remember dad getting that from his old friend when I was a kid. His name was Billy, I wondered if Billy was still alive. I was brought back from my thought by Charlie's huge grin on his face, "it's for the house...aaaaand your new car!" I couldn't stop my smile as I looked out the front window at the sound of tyres on dirty. I ran out to the front of the house and stop dead as I see an old rusty Chevy truck pulling into the drive, I look down at the key and notice the Chevy logo, with a small sigh a force a smile onto my face and remind myself that it's better than no car.

I thank Charlie and hug him awkwardly; hugs don't seem to be a typical thing for Charlie. Just as I turned to look at the car I see a very well build Native American teen jumping out of the driver seat. I flash a look at Charlie but she's too busy waving at the teen like a goof. I can see a small in the passenger seat and my smile drops as I watch the teen lifting my dad's old friend Billy into a wheel chair and wheel him towards the front door. I run out and give Billy a hug, this one was a lot less awkward, Billy was always warming than Charlie, even when I was a kid. I smiled at the old man before me and he simply shrugs and says "Things happen Bella, how're you little girl?" in that old gruff voice of my childhood. It's amazing to see him again. With all the excitement I almost forgot about the teen I had seen. I glanced up and all I saw was a huge grin on his face, with no warning at all this strange boy lifted me off my feet and spun me, my automatic reaction was to tense up. When he finally put me down I got a good look into his eyes, they were big and innocent, almost like a puppy and I smiled back at him with recognition, "Jacob!?" I squealed and jumped on him for a real hug. I giggle like a 5 year old girl as I examine my old friend; it has been at least 10 years since I have seen Jacob Black, Billy's son. He has grown up...lets be honest, very nicely. Jacob is at least 6"2/3 with shaggy dark hair which is almost falling in front of his eyes, he could do with a haircut but he always did, always as a kid. His face was exactly the same and still held that bright smile, almost a sun of its own.

After the two fathers gave a small and awkward cough we all went inside the house and talked about the car over a cup of warm tea. The two visitors were soaked through so I hung up their coats to dry beside the fire, regardless to their complaints and claims of not feeling the cold. I finally admitted that I could feel the cold off them and they gave me their coats. Not wanting to miss anything I left my bags in the hallway at the door and sat with the three men who had been a huge part of my life here previously in forks. I know this place is supposed to be my hell but it also had some heavenly aspects, Jacob being one of them. Our parents would joke about how inseparable we were as children. Jake loved my mum being around, he never knew his mother so it was nice and I was happy to share my mum with the boy I was closest with. This moment is when Jake pokes me and waves a hand in my face, apparently he had been talking away to me while I spaced out on him. I raise my eyebrows and say "oh I'm so sorry...yes Jakey?", at that the room goes quiet and then both Charlie and Billy burst out laughing and Charlie falls off his chair, I watch as Jacob goes slowly red and then realize that I used my old nickname for him, which would be embarrassing for him...now 17 years old he isn't exactly the little "Jakey" I used to know. "Oops?" I whimper with an apologetic smile at Jacob. He shrugs and says "I was trying to ask if you need a ride to school in the morning? I'm driving in too, I'd be passing your house anyway..." I can see him shuffling slightly awkwardly like he's worried I'll throw it back in his face. I swipe a huge smile on my face and say "uummmm, HEY!, since I have my new truck why don't you come here and I can drive the rest of the way?" He was a little too excited and obviously trying to contain himself when nods his head with a small smile, I almost 'awh' at him when I realize he's trying to be cool!

Awh "well, time to unpack" I state to the men and stand up from the table, Jacob awkwardly stands too and I look at him half expecting him to bow or something, it was very strange. I smiled and walked to my bags, I started by lifting my small back pack and walk up to my room, past the only bathroom in the house (that will be fun) and into my room. It's sad, the only thing that has changed is the bed, from the crib to a single bed and now there's a double bed sitting in the middle of the room. I turn to get the rest of my bags but they're sitting in the door behind me, I lean around the corner and see Jacob walking back down the stairs. I smile and pull my bag into my room. I lift the bag with my posters and laptop onto the desk and then drop my duffle bag onto the bed, I unzip it and look around the room and murmur "okay, where to start?"

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Helena xxx