It's been awhile since I've written--not because I don't love you all, but because I didn't want to write you all anything that I didn't think would be good. I'm still not sure this is great, but I'll let you be the judge.

Disclaimer:Twilight does not belong to me. Darn it.

“Rose, my truck is acting funny again,” I whined into the phone the second she answered.

“I swear, Bella. Why can’t you just get a vehicle that was made in the last twenty or so years?” Rose asked. I rolled my eyes. She always had to have a little commentary when I asked for help. It’s not my truck’s fault that he is old and falling apart.

“Please, Rose, just help me. Charlie looks like he is about to suggest him taking me to school in the cruiser. Do you remember what happened freshman year? It was a nightmare then and it will be even worse now.” She laughed softly.

“Tell him that I am on my way and that he doesn’t need to wait around.”

“Oh, thank you. You, Rosalie Hale, are a life saver,” I exclaimed.

“See you in a few, Bella.”

I told Charlie, my dad, that he didn’t need to wait around, that I would get to my first day of junior year whether he waited for Rosalie to come or not. Still, he waited. It was an awkward silence until finally three minutes and twenty-two seconds after I hung up the phone, Rose arrived.

Rosalie stepped out of her beautiful, shiny BMW. Her curly blonde hair seemed to blow in the wind as she walked. She flashed me a smile and opened up the hood of my truck.

Rose pushed up the sleeves of her name brand beige blouse and fiddled around or something. She performed the magic that she always does that makes my ancient truck start. I climbed into the cabin and it started right up—no clanging or sputtering.

I jumped out of my truck as Rose closed the hood. She smoothed out her clothes and smiled at me. Unable to contain myself anymore, I wrapped my arms around her.

“You are so my hero. I owe you my life.”

“Yeah, yeah. You say that all the time. Why can’t you just owe me an English book report or something? I can’t really do anything with your life, except maybe murder you or make you my slave.” Then, she gave an evil laugh. We laughed hysterically. It was always funny to me that someone as beautiful as a supermodel could have such a weird sense of humor.

Charlie cleared his throat. “Thank you, Rosalie, for all your help. Have a good day at school girls.”

We all left the house then, Rose and I headed towards Forks High School and Charlie in the opposite direction for the police station. On the way to school it started to rain. It always rains. I was hoping that maybe, just maybe, the first day of school it wouldn’t rain. God must have not gotten that prayer.

I parked my truck between Rose’s BMW and Rosalie’s twin brother’s Audi. Jasper was leaning against the driver’s side door. His blonde hair was messy and in his eyes. If I didn’t know any better, I would have assumed that he hadn’t touched it since he woke up. Jasper, however, took longer to perfect his charmingly disheveled hair than it took Rose to do her hair.

“What took you guys so long?” Jasper asked as soon as I opened my door.

“Sorry, my fault. Rose had to stop by and work her voodoo on my truck.”

“What was wrong with it?” he asked me. I raised my eyebrows at him. Jasper laughed. “Sorry. Rose?”

“It was just a loose battery cable, nothing serious. Bella, for my sake and yours, let me buy you a new car for your birthday,” Rosalie said, a firm look in her eyes. She was so stubborn.

“No. I will not let you buy me a car. Are you kidding me?” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Please?” she begged.

“Absolutely not. That is completely insane. How could I even accept that—a new car?”

“With a smile on your face and love in your heart,” she said with a wide grin. I sighed.

“Can we talk about something else. Please?” Rose flipped her hair.

“Fine.” She pursed her lips together. “Did you hear about the new kids?”

“No. How did you?”

Jasper laughed. “She’s a cheerleader. She knows all.”

“Ha ha,” Rose said, “But it’s true. Katelyn told me that Jessica told her about Angela’s mom that works at the hospital and how there is this wicked hot doctor with three teenagers, even though he is only like thirty or something. Like he adopted them, I think. Anyways, there is a boy who is a senior, and then a girl and another boy that are juniors. I’ve heard that the girl is tiny and we could use a new flyer, because Lauren has definitely gained weight this summer.”

I turned to look at Jasper. He was smiling. I tried unsuccessfully to hold back my laughter.

“She said it all in one breath. My gosh, Rose. You must have incredible lungs,” I joked.

“That’s what the boys tell me,” Rosalie said as she flipped her hair.

Jasper covered his ears and started to walk away from us. “So did not need to hear that ever.”

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