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❝ romanticize a quiet life. there's no place like my room. ❞
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FORKS, WASHINGTON WAS THE KIND OF TOWN WHERE YOU EITHER NEVER PLANNED ON LEAVING, or you jumped at the first chance you got to escape; a one way bus ticket to wherever would get you the furthest. For Josie Mitchell, the small, rainy town was her home, and if she were to be anything, it would be loyal.
The teenage girl with the blue eyes and long, dirty blonde hair was born and raised with the sound of constant rain pattering on rooftops and the smell of the forest and sea lingering nearby. Josie knew Forks like the back of her hand, where all dirt roads were, secluded areas for underage kids to drink, and the best place to take a walk when you needed to clear your head. It was familiar and comfortable, and everything that she needed.
The town with the population of roughly three thousand was home to the people she loved the most; her closest girl friends, the ones who had her back, even if everyone else was turned against her, and her uncle Charlie, who was a father to her in every sense of the word. Forks was home to the local diner, with all the regulars who watched her grow up and grow into who she is today. It's home to her best friends, the boys she's known since she was the young girl who still believed there was fairies in the forest and werewolves that howled at the moon.
Most importantly, Forks, Washington was home to Quil Ateara; the boy with the chocolate brown eyes and messy curls. Everything she had ever needed or wanted was ingrained in the soul of the boy from the next town over; her best friend, without a doubt.
Josie Mitchell was perfectly content with the life she had and her place in it. She knew her town, the simplicity and familiarity of it all, and she never thought that a cool evening, when the rain had only just died down from the heavy downpour that it once was, would change everything.
It was a typical Wednesday night, with Josie sitting cross-legged on the white countertop, sipping on a coca-cola. Her uncle, Charlie Swan, was sat the dinner table, a beer in one hand and a phone in the other. She wasn't paying attention to the conversation, focused on the chipped blue nail polish, freshly painted before she had gone to work her shift at the diner.
When Charlie hung up the phone and asked Josie to sit with him, she never thought their conversation would change everything. Her uncle told her that his daughter, Josie's cousin, Bella Swan, would be coming to live with them. Josie was ecstatic, her love for her family was unwavering, despite the fact that she was quite young the last time that Bella had come home for the summer to visit them.
Long after Charlie and Josie's conversation, when they had both went to their respective bedrooms, Josie lay on her bed, feet dangling off of the daisy patterned duvet. She was texting Quil, updating him on the news of Bella moving back home. With any changes that came into her life, she was sure that one thing would always remain the same; the friendship that she had with Quil.
Although, even though things that last forever will stay forever, they don't always end up looking the same.
