Begins in New Moon and follows the story loosely. Jacob finds a girl drowning after she jumped off a cliff and saves her. However, she doesn't remember who she is or how she got there. Now she must figure out who she is and why creatures of the nigh...
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Jacob and I arrive at Newton's Olympic Outfitters shortly after Alice let me borrow some of her clothes. It may be practically summer, but even with the clothes I wear, I can still feel the chill in the air. A gray tank top covers my upper chest, a green jacket on top of that, and matching tight green jeans shows off the slenderness of my legs. Black boots reach up to my mid-calves, protecting my pants from getting soaked from the unpredictable weather.
As we pull into the parking lot, I notice that Newton's Olympic Outfitters is a decently sized sporting goods store. One of the few larger buildings in Forks that I have seen. Quite a few cars congest the parking spaces and I assume it's because it's almost tourist season.
Jacob pulls up to the front of the tall building, parking the bike right outside the doors and kicking the stand to hold up the bike. I climb off and watch as Jacob swings his leg off the motorbike and comes to stand next to me.
"We need a bow, right?" He asks, his eyes looking up at the sign.
"Yeah. I don't know if there is a specific one we should look for but a bow I can use at least."
Jacob gently takes my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine, and guides me through the sliding doors. It smells like a sports store, the strong scent of new materials like plastic and leather. Just from the entrance, I can see where the bows are located and I point with my free hand in that direction.
We take a turn and walk down an empty aisle to the side wall where the bows are hung up. There are many different types and it comes to a surprise that I know what some of these are: a few different compound bows, a couple of barebows, and a few recurve bows.
Jacob lets go of my hand to look over the dangling pamphlets that describe what each bow is used for and its level of difficulty. While he's reading I glance around for the arrows and see none in sight.
"I am going to ask if they have any arrows in the back," I say, running my hand down Jacob's back. I am not sure he can even feel it through the thickness of his leather jacket. He nods none-the-less, turning his head to smile at me before going back to reading.
I walk down the side aisle towards the back of the store where the counter and register is. It's not hard to find, the layout of this store is typical. When I reach the glass counter there are no customers waiting to pay or ask for help. As I approach, I notice the young man behind the register is familiar to me. His blonde hair that is slightly spiked up and his blue eyes, are of that of Mike from the movie theater. The last time I saw him, he was very ill, and even ran out of the theater to vomit. I hadn't seen or heard about him since.
As I come up to the counter, Mike perks up, and a large smile stretches across his face. He's much more chippery than when I last saw him.
"Hello," he says, waving. "Can I help you with anything?"
