"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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FORKS WAS JUST AS IT had always been, not that I was suprised. The trees were just as green, and the air was just as wet. My front steps were the chipped, green concrete I used to fall down, and the white exterior of the house glowed against the otherwise green and gray backbrop. The only thing that felt different at all, was me.
The trees seemed to call out to me, and I felt more grounded as my feet rested in the grass beside my front walk way. Happiness radiated around me in the ever-so gloomy air. I let out a deep breath and jogged up to the front door, my bag slung over my shoulder and Koda catching up to me as he finished his excited laps around the yard.
The front door creaked open slowly, and the quiet house welcomed me back. I let out a loud breath, happy that I could spend the first moments home in solitude. Dad's cruiser was gone, and Bella's truck was in the driveway, though she hardly ever drove it anymore. She was with Edward, assumedly. Only: "Hello?" her feminine voice called out curiously. "Charlie, are you back from work early?" Goddammit.
"No Isabella," I call back. "Only me," I answer simply, making my way up the stairs to meet her up at the top.
"Oh, Jo," she returns, surprise evident on her face. She hadn't seen me since the day I left to stay at Billy and Jake's. "When did you get back from your trip?"
"Just now," I note, shrugging indifferently. I guess I was trying to turn over a new leaf with her. It was one of the many things Art had told me off for, anyways.
"Don't hold her accountable for juvenile decisions that she made when she didn't know any better, Josephine. She was just a little girl," Art's voice tells me sternly in my head.
"And? Where did you go? How was it?" She continues to ask. I could only guess that Dad had told her the bare minimum.
"I was in Wyoming," I tell her, thinking fondly of it all. "I spent a lot of time farming and just thinking about everything. Best few weeks I've had in a while."
"That's good," Isabella grins, no doubt happy with my civil temperament. "You look like you got quite a bit of sun in." I snort.
"Only every day," I giggle. "The man I was staying with... well let's just say he believes in the great out doors, and the stupidity of sunscreen." The two of us share a quick moment of laughter together. This is weird, I decided. Good, but weird.
"Well, I'll leave you to get unpacked and settled."
"Thanks," I return, smiling lightly. She steps back into her bedroom, and I turn to my own, swinging the door open and letting the calmness wash through my body. The room was a haphazard mess; papers still scattered around the ground, and my furniture was still in disarray. It was just as disasterous as when Bella went snooping, though the flare up of anger I was expecting never came. I had control of it for the first time that I could remember. And damn did it feel fucking amazing.
But as I looked at all my destroyed work, I felt a pang of disappointment. Well over two years of drawings were gone in one moment, in one moment of anger. So with a sigh I began to push everything into a garbage bag. I had noticed my phone lazily thrown onto my bed, yet I ignored it for the moment and put on a record to cover the silence. Ingrid Michaelson, I decided on a whim, dancing around as the happy music started to come through the speaker.
Soon enough, everything was back in it's rightful place, and everything was how it should be. Well, everything besides the violent, charred markings that spread across the top of my desk. "We'll get you a new one, Josie," a voice called out from behind me, making me turn around rapidly and grin at the sight of him.
"Dad!" I exclaimed happily, running over and jumping into his arms.
"Hey there kiddo," he chuckles. "Bella told me you got back this morning." I nod at him, the smile etched permanently onto my face. "Billy and Jake invited us over for dinner to celebrate. You game? Or you wanna get some rest?"
"If I don't come, how's the dinner gonna get there?" I tease.
"That's a good point," he agrees, his smile beginning to mirror mine. "Why didn't you turn your phone on? I tried to call you."
"Just wanted a little bit more time without all the noise of the outside world," I shrug.
"Yeah, well get ready for it to come back in full swing."
"Why?"
"Have you met your sister? That girl is a magnet for chaos."
"Yeah," I giggle. "Yeah I guess you're right."
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It felt good to be home. It felt good to be in Billy's kitchen, hearing Dad and Billy watch the game on TV, and seeing Isabella and Jake tooling around outside. I never understood why Jake had always had such a fascination for my older sister, but I could only guess it was everything to do with her soft-spoken words and quiet disposition. She was worldly different from most of the girls here on the Reservation, and galaxies away from being like me. "So Josie," Dad calls during a commerical break, forcing me to turn from the stove and break away from my thoughts.
"Yeah?"
"Is it true that your were nice to Bella today? That's what she said to me."
"I guess," I shrug. "Why?"
"No reason," he responds. "Just might be a welcome change in the house for a while."
"Oh, shove it, old man," I giggle, throwing a few pieces of uncooked pasta at him. Dad only grins back at me like a little boy. "Oh! Billy!" I exclaim, wiping my hands on my pants and pacing to my bag. "I actually have something for you."
"You bring something for my best friend, but not for youor beloved father? What world do we live in?" My dad protests jokingly. I just smirk fondly and roll my eyes. I looked down to my hands, admiring the familar script on the yellowed envelope. I saw Billy's eyes soften as soon as he caught onto the nickname written: Billy-Boy.
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Hey y'all... finally done with Twilight! Tbh that took WAY longer than I thought it would, but I hope y'all are happy with it. Kinda boring, but I know that this is gonna be more about Jo as a person, and less heavily based on her relationshsip with Paul (for now, at least). I really want to have Jo be a more developed cahracter, aas opposed to someone who is just kind of in love with Paul, and whose kinda fucked up.
