Dont Believe Me?// DISCONTINUED

Sunny day, and Reaserch?

                  3rd pov

Waylen was getting his boat ready. He was also smokin a cigarette. What he didn't realize, was threw vampires were watching his every move. "Jerrel?" He asked. No. He stood up, and started looking around. "Jarled?" He asked again. No answer.  He started his boat, and realeased the hook from the docks. A vampire with reddish orangish hair sped behind him. She pulled it back with her vampire-like strength. "Hello." Waylen said. The vampire lady smirked. A guy with no shirt, jumped down. "Nice jacket." They guy said. "Who are you?" Waylen asked. "It's always the same questions." He said. He tilted his head to the side. "Who are you?" "What do you want?" The girl continued. "Why are you doing this?" The guy said. A black vampire dude came speeding, and messed with his nails. "James. Let's not play with our food." He said. The girl kicked him, so he was laying on the ground.
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                 Avrid's Pov

Things are dangerous to mess around with. If you do something stupid, or worse, almost get yourself killed because of doing something stupid....

You kinda might end up regretting it
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   I was with Bella in her room. All that was on for light, was a lamp. She was typing on her computer. And I regret doing this, but hey? Can't a girl be curious? I put my chin on her shoulder. She jumped, but didn't stop what she was doing.

Quilete Legends

The search engine read. I raised an eyebrow. "Quilete Legends?" I questioned. She raised an eyebrow as well. "The Cullen's are hiding something. And I want to know what it is. You with me on this?" She asked me. Okay I knew what the Cullen's were. Vanpires. But, I might as well let Bella have her fun. I nodded. "Sure." I said. "Hand me a sticky note." She said. I handed her a pack of sticky notes, and a pen. The curser went to a searcher.

Book results for Quilete Legends

She clicked it. The curser went to something else.

Thunderbird and Whale Books

I stayed quiet, and watched my twin. She was so intent on finding out what the Cullen's were. I wish I could say something, but I won't. I can't loose they're trust like that.

Thunderbird  and Whale Book Store
Port Angeles

She clicked on the map part, and wrote down the directions. She folded it up, and put it in her pocket. "Out!" She said. "Wait what?" I asked. She scoffed. "We are going to wait for an opportunity. Out!" She said, and shut the door on my face. I sighed, and went to my room.

💕 Next day💕

It was so beautiful out. The sun was shining, and I for once, never felt better. Jess and I were sort of sun bathing. Even though we were wearing tank tops. Bella looked like she was looking for someone.

Edward and the Cullen's

"They're not here." Jess said. Understanding Bella's look.

Hiding from the sun. Reason being, if they were out during this type of weather, they're skin would glimmer. I have to admit, it is amazingly beautiful, but, it kills them. And that scares me.

"Whenever the weather's nice the Cullen's disappear." Jess said. Glancing at Bella, then closing her eyes again. "What do they just ditch?" Bella asked. I answered instead because I knew them better. "No uhm, Dr. And Mrs Cullen pull them out for like, hiking and stuff like that." I said. "I tried that out on my parents. Not even close." Jess said after me. "Guys! I'm going to the prom with Eric! I asked him and I took charge!" Angela said. "We told you that would happen." Bella Sid. She gave both of us a hug. "Are you sure you have to go out of town?" Angela asked us. Bella and I nodded. "It's more of a family thing for us." She said. "Okay we should go shopping before all the good dresses get cleaned out." Jess said.

Wait, aren't I singing for prom? Oh I see what Bella is doing😏

"Uh Port Angeles? Mind if we come?" Bella asked. I stood up with Jess. "Yeah I need your opinion." Angela said matter-of-factly. I looked at Bella, and she looked at me. We shared the same look. 'yes!' our faces read. We chuckled at each other, and walked to class.