All Bobby Morgan-Lovell needs is to never fall in love again! So screw fate and soulmates and all the rest of that love stuff, Bobby is staying away from her soulmate for as long as she can! But of course, destiny's got other plans . . .
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oralternatively, chapter two. above the fog friggin' bank
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THE MID—AFTERNOON SUN shone through the windows of her grandmother's shop and lifted her hopes just slightly before it retreated back behind the clouds and Forks returned to its usual, dim self. She didn't mind how grey and cold Forks was but the cold is always better with a little bit of sun. After the fiasco at school, Bobby thought about missing Mike's party. After she talked to it with the girls, Al's parents wouldn't dare let her party on a school night and Carla wanted to focus on her tonne of homework. So really, she would be all by her lonesome, but at least I'd be a drunk loner, she contemplated in her mind. So it may actually be a good idea to do something crazy to polish her reputation of being Fork's edgiest teen. To be honest, what happened during lunch wasn't even that big of a deal, Bobby was just sensitive and had a big ego and the two were a dangerous mix, highly susceptible to small moments of embarrassment.
"Grandma," she called to her grandmother as she stacked the shelves with the newly delivered tarot cards. It still confounds her with how exactly they were running out of stock of tarot cards, the residents of Forks don't really give that tarot-card-buyers vibe, the people of the small town of Forma could generally be classified into two types, the freshly-baked-bread-and-organic-food kind of people or the-Friday-night-dinners-at-the-diner-and-beer-and-baseball kind of people. So yeah, it was a little peculiar that tarot cards are getting popular.
"Yes darling?" Helen Lovell answered, not looking up from the words of the paperwork as she sat in the office behind her shop.
"Just wondering, how long do you need me today?" Bobby asked, crossing her fingers that Helen would let her out a little earlier than usual from her unpaid shift.
"How come? You've got lots of homework?" Helen asked, this time looking up at her granddaughter. Really, Bobby looked more like her grandmother than her mother. From the younger pictures of Helen Lovell, it was easy to see the similarities, same sharp nose, same pouty lips, had they been the same age they could've been each other's doppelgänger.
"No, no we didn't get lots of homework since it's the first day." Bobby lied, her eyes tracing the lines of the floor as she spoke. Her backpack was basically overflowing with a deluge of homework but that fact seemed to have been subconsciously omitted from the Lovell-Morgan's mind. "But since it's our last first day of high school ever, some of my friends are hosting a party. I kinda wanna go."
"Like Alena and Carla?" Helena asked, her glasses slipping down the slope of her nose.
"No, they actually can't come." She turned away from the shelves and walked towards the office of her grandmother and leaned on the doorframe. "But Mike, you remember him? Newton? You do readings for his mom sometimes. He came over for a history project once, he's a good friend."
