His Country Girl

Chapter 1

Washington, unlike Texas, was cold and wet most of the time. It always rained and the sun was always welcomed when it shone in the sky. However, today was not one of those days. Today was wet and cold. The police cruiser was quiet as Forks Chief of police, Charlie Swan, and I rode from the train station in Port Angeles. The only sound came from the radio, soft music playing.

"So, mind telling me where I'm taking you, kid?" Asked the chief. I snapped out of my thoughts and lifted my head from my palm, looking over at the man, a soft hum escaping my lips. "I know I'm supposed to take you to your grandparent's house, but who are they?" I looked down. I would have thought they had told him their names but I was wrong,

"Oh, umm..." I thought for a moment, trying to remember the names of the grandparents I'd never met. "Oh, Bartholomew and Rosemary Whitlock." Charlie nodded.

"I know them. Rosemary lives across the street from me and my daughter." Charlie leaned back in his seat. "She brings over cookies around Christmas time." I smiled lightly, staring out the window again. "I'm sorry to say but your grandpa passed away a couple of years ago." My smile dropped.

"Oh." I leaned my head against the cool glass, reminiscing the fond memories of my grandparents and the farm. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. Probably Georgia or Austin. I ignored it, opting to answer them when I'd settled into my new house. The trees flew by in a flash and soon, we were pulling up to a house.

"Alright. Here we are." Charlie turned off the car. "This is my house. Your grandma's house is across the street." I nodded and got out of the car, pulling my phone out.

Monday, September 12th
4 missed calls from: Peaches
3 missed calls from: Jolly Rancher
6 unopened messages from: Peaches
5 unopened messages from: Jolly Rancher

"Oh, dear." I muttered. I put my phone back in my pocket and grabbed my two suitcases from the backseat of the car. Charlie lead me across the street.

"I hope you settle in nicely here. It's usually a nice quiet town. And La Push is the town over. My daughter's best friend lives over there. I could have her introduce you." Charlie said as we walked up to the front door. The house was a 2 story house, dirty white paint peeling in some places with a lifted half-wrap porch leading to the backyard.

"Thanks. I appreciate it." I took my suitcases and hauled them onto the porch, taking a small step toward the door. "I've got it from here, Chief. You have a nice evening."

"You too, kiddo. I'll see you around." He waved a hand in my direction and I nodded at him as he walked back across the street. I turned back to the door and took a deep breath.

"You got this, May." I shook my hands out. "It's just your grandmother." I stepped up to the door and lifted my hand to knock when the door opened and an elderly woman, around her late 50s, opened the door. She had short grayish/white hair, golden-colored eyes, and wrinkles all over her face. Upon seeing me, a bright smile graced her lips. "Grandma Rosemary?"

"Daisy-May." The woman stepped aside and waved her hand. "Come in out of the cold, dear." I smiled meekly and grabbed my luggage, dragging it inside the house.

"Thank you for takin' me in, Grandma Rosemary." I looked around the house. Stairs and a hallway straight ahead, the dining room and kitchen to the left, and the living room to the right. "It means a lot to me."