"If I didn't despise you so much, I may find you attractive, Hale."
II twilight i II
II j.h II
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Moving was a good decision, it was a good decision, I told myself as I stepped off of the plane in Port Angeles, the closest a plane could get to the rainy town of Forks, Washington.
A soft smile set on my face as I got my bags , a duffle and one backpack, and headed to the confines of the Volkswagen Beetle , now a pale faded orange, containing my mother, Liz. In it's day , the beetle had been a bright orange colour , able to stop traffic, as had my mother. Now, the car was faded and my mother was still the same traffic stopper.
Liz was an odd woman, but a fun one; she liked to try and seem youthful, attempting to erase ten years with my father from her features with excentric clothing choices and relationships with all those she came in contact with. Liz saw me as a friend more than her daughter, and I think she liked it that way, often relishing in strangers asking if I were her little sister instead.
She seemed to be well liked in Forks , though, from what she'd told me at least. It was her likeness that persuaded, more like coerced, me to move to her small cove across the country and stay, for the foreseeable future.
It seemed a good idea to my father, given that over the last five years , I had only seen Liz at Christmas under the deal between the two of them that she flew to us in Louisiana instead.
I hadn't been to Forks in a while, not since I had to have an eye kept on me at the beaches. I had missed it, as a child I found it to be a separate planet to the one I lived on with my father in Louisiana. Already I was nervous , and I was an hour away from the bubble that my mother made her permanent home more than fifteen years ago.
As I walked toward the Beetle , the passenger door swung open, a grinning Liz waving excitedly as I got closer. If she was this excited already, maybe I was just overthinking the state of our relationship. She seemed perfectly happy.
I didn't like long car rides , but Liz made it surprisingly content. She had slipped a tape into the car radio, a Fleetwood Mac song, which put a reminiscent smile on both of our faces. Stevie Nicks' , for whom I was named after by Liz much to my father's dismay, enchanting voice filled the car as the first few notes of Seven Wonders began to play.
It went like that until we drove past the entry lines of Forks, the sign welcoming me with a shock of only three thousand, one hundred and twenty people. Now twenty two. I wondered how small the town actually was; the answer was very. As we drove , I saw one supermarket, a library, and a few small independent stores. I supposed all the bigger stores were back Port Angeles. We drove just outside the centre of town, and then we were home.
The house looked the same as last time I'd been here , at least on the outside. I grabbed my duffle from the trunk of the car and allowed Liz to lead me up the steps with bounce in each of her steps. Downstairs looked and felt familiar too, but I barely got to look at it as Liz pulled me up the brown creaky stairs with excitement, like a puppy.
