"I take back what I said the first time we met. I never could have been more wrong."
"Oh, and what would that be?"
"Every thing about you - every thing you do, or say, or even when you scrunch your nose when you don't really like something - just ma...
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"FINE," I MURMURED OVER THE phone. "Yeah – I'll uh, I'll pick up some food from Sally's for dinner, okay?"
"Another long night at the office?" Val asked, looking to me from the other side of Casey.
"Picking up my sister, actually," I sighed.
"Isabella's coming back into town?" Harry asked, his eyes darting to my side of the table. I let out a heavy sigh and nodded my head. "Well shit. Hell hath no fury like an Josephine on a warpath." The whole table shared in a moment of laugher.
When I arrived back home, Dad's cop car was parked neatly on the dirt in front of our house. "Great," I hissed, only moments before Billy Black's truck came racketing down the street.
"Hey! If it isn't little Josephine Swan!" He cheered from the passenger seat. Jacob sat driver's, smirking and waving slightly. Here was the thing about Jake. As long as he had known Isabella, he'd been in love with her. And yes, I used to be the little sister who was infatuated with her older sister's "boyfriend." But there was something so purely honest about him that was so endearing. And now, now I just saw him as a best friend, and the brother I never had. The two of us had shared so many memories that Isabella and I could have, if only she had been around. We were delinquent little shits causing noise and chasing each other around in the back yard. We had a few too many mud fights. We spent late nights talking everything out. We laughed and we cried. We screamed in anger until the only thing left to do was fall asleep in one another's arms, exhausted from all the energy, both physical and emotional, that we had expelled. And, most importantly, we would go to Harry Clearwater's fish fry nights after a successful trip out with Waylon and Harry.
"You here to see my Dad?" I asked, walking around to Billy's window.
"And to give Bella our best Forks greeting," he chuckled.
"Great," I grunted. "I'll see you inside, yeah?" They both grinned at me.
Dinner that night sucked. She just didn't get it. I don't know what Isabella supposed, after she left me, but it wasn't what she got. And the next morning, she got exactly the same cold shoulder. Except this time I was pissed. I woke up and got into the shower, yet halfway through, the door barged open. "Oh!"
"What the fuck is your problem?" I shouted, hiding behind the curtain.
"I-I-I'm sorry!" she apologized immediately, rushing out of the room. And then there was this:
"Josie, you're gonna have to be giving Bella rides to school until we can get her truck up and running."
"Great." The car ride was silent besides the sound of alt-J on my CD.
"I've missed you, Josie," Isabella stated from the seat beside me, looking over my features intently. I remained eerily silent, my grip on the steering wheel only tightening with Isabella's words. "You've changed a lot, you know."
