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"And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him."
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Billie dreaded moving to Forks, Washington. It was gloomy, it was depressing. But it turned out to be the best decision of her life.
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Based off of Stephanie Me...
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"Billy!" Patrick called as soon as he got out of the car.
I turned toward the house, beckoning to Jayden as I ducked under the porch. I heard Patrick greeting them loudly behind me.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't see you behind the wheel, Jay," he said disapprovingly.
"We get permits early on the rezo," Jayden said while I unlocked the door and flicked on the porch light.
"Of course you do," Patrick laughed.
"I have to get around somehow." I recognized Billy's resonant voice easily, despite the years. The sound of it made me feel suddenly younger, a child. I went inside, leaving the door open behind me and turning on the lights before I hung up my jacket. Then 'I stood in the door, watching anxiously as Patrick and Jayden helped Billy out of the car and into his wheelchair.
I backed out of the way as the three of them hurried in, shaking off the rain.
"This is a surprise," Patrick was saying.
"It's been too long," Billy answered. "I hope it's not a bad time." His dark eyes flashed up to me again, their expression unreadable.
"No, it's great. I hope you can stay for the game."
Jayden grinned. "I think that's the plan — our TV broke last week."
Billy made a face at his son. "And, of course, Jayden was anxious to see Billie again," he added. Jayden scowled and ducked his head while I fought back a surge of remorse. Maybe I'd been too convincing on the beach. My eyes looked everywhere but him, not noticing he was doing the same with me.
"Are you hungry?" I asked, turning toward the kitchen. I was eager to escape Billy's searching gaze.
"Naw, we ate just before we came," Jayden answered.
"How about you, Patrick?" I called over my shoulder as I fled around the corner.
"Sure," he replied, his voice moving in the direction of the front room and the TV. I could hear Billy's chair follow.
The grilled cheese sandwiches were in the frying pan and I was slicing up a tomato when I sensed someone behind me.
