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"And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him."
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Billie dreaded moving to Forks, Washington. It was gloomy, it was depressing. But it turned out to be the best decision of her life.
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Based off of Stephanie Me...
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When we got back to First Beach, the group we'd left behind had multiplied. As we got closer, we could see the shining, straight black hair and copper skin of the newcomers, teenagers from the reservation came to socialize.
The boys hurried to claim a share of the food passing around, while Eric introduced us. Angela and I were the last to arrive, and, as Eric said our names, I noticed a younger boy sitting on the stones near the fire glance up at me in interest. I sat down next to Angela, and Mike brought us sandwiches and an array of sodas to choose from, while a boy who looked to be the oldest of the visitors rattled off the names of the seven others with him. All I caught was that one of the girls was also named Jessica, and the boy who noticed me was named Jayden.
It was relaxing to sit with Angela; she was a restful kind of person to be around — she didn't feel the need to fill every silence with chatter. She left me free to think undisturbed while we ate. And I was thinking about how disjointedly time seemed to flow in Forks, passing in a blur at times, with single images standing out more clearly than others. I knew what had caused the difference, and it disturbed me.
During lunch, the clouds started to advance, slinking across the blue sky, darting in front of the sun momentarily, casting long shadows across the beach, and blackening the waves.
As they finished eating, people started to drift away in twos and threes. Some walked down to the edge of the waves, trying to skip rocks across the choppy surface. Others were gathering a second expedition to the tide pools. Mike — with Jessica shadowing him — headed up to the one shop in the village. Some of the local kids went with them; others went along on the hike.
By the time they all had scattered, I was sitting alone on my driftwood log. Alongside with Lauren and Tyler occupying themselves by the CD player, someone had thought to bring, and three teenagers from the reservation perched around the circle, including the boy named Jayden and the oldest boy who had acted as spokesperson.
A few minutes after Angela left with the hikers, Jayden sauntered over to take her place by my side. He looked fourteen, maybe fifteen, and had long, fluffy long hair, covering his eyes. His skin was beautiful, silky and russet-coloured; from what I could see, his eyes were dark, set deep above the high planes of his cheekbones. He still had just a hint of childish roundness left around his chin. Altogether, a pretty face. However, my positive opinion of his looks was damaged by the first words out of his mouth.
"You're Billie O'Connell, aren't you?"
It was like the first day of school all over again.
