Forks was rainy.

When I say rainy, I mean it poured every second of every day. It was freezing outside, too. They had horrible flying conditions here.

We touched down on the outskirts of town and looked on.

I told the younger ones to stay back as I surveyed the small community. I wanted to find a motel or restaurant fast. That way we could get out of this rain.

I had read somewhere that Forks had a population of three-thousand some. Glancing at the sidewalks made me think differently. They were crowded with...young girls, I thought. They were all wearing black shirts with images on them. I couldn’t tell what they said, but considering everyone was wearing them, I thought there might have been a festival going on.

Fang came out from the bushes. “Let’s just go in. We’ll blend in with the crowd.”

I motioned for the others to come on out, and we climbed the fence to get into town. We ran to the sidewalk so as not to be noticed. Or so we thought.

“Oh my GOD, Becky, he is SO freaking HOT.”

I whirled around, quite confused. I realized “Becky” and this other girl who looked absolutely identical to each other we staring at Fang in an abnormal fashion.

“Are you an extra?” Girl Number Two said. I furrowed my brow as Fang gaped at them.

“For what?” he asked.

“The movie, duh.”

“What movie?” Nudge piped up. The girls looked at her in disgust.

“Uh, never mind,” Becky said. “You’re too ugly to be an extra.”

Iggy had shock plastered on his face at this. “Oh, Lord. SCENE GIRLS.”

I took another look at the girls. They both had dark, straight, long hair about to their shoulders. They both had side bangs that were clipped back with a bonnie pin. Beneath their black shirts that read “Twilight”, they were both wearing really tight jeans and animal print flip-flops. Their make up was neon colors, such as yellow and bright green. One held a bag that read “Paramore” and the other had a bag that read “The Devil Wears Prada”.

“Dang right,” said Becky. She laughed a really annoying laugh.

Just then, a tall guy walked by.

They squealed. I mean, they screamed their lungs out.

“OH MY GOD, ROBERT!” they shouted. He whirled around. When he saw them, he grimaced.

“You two again?”

Becky had a confused look. “We’ve never met you.”

“Yes you did. Two minutes ago.”

“No, we didn’t.”

“Did too. You’re wearing the same clothes. And you have the same hair.”

“Really, we didn’t.”

There was an awkward silence.

“Do you want a picture or something?” he asked.

“NO WE WANT YOU TO BITE US,” they shouted again.

I shot a glance at Fang. His eyes were wide, and his face showed a look that clearly said, “WTF” in a really obvious way.

“Uh, no.”

“PLEASE WE LOVE YOU.”

He stared at them, and walked away. “Freaks...”

They turned to each other and squealed again. I saw Iggy raise a hand to his ears. “Did you hear that?! He acknowledged us!!”

“Wasn’t that they guy who played Cedric Diggory in Harry Potter?” Gazzy said curiously.

The girls looked at him strangely. “What’s Harry Potter? We only read Twilight. This so obviously makes us cool, because we read.”

Fang sighed. “Max, let’s get out of here.”

I nodded. Job done.

We ran away from the scene girls and into the sky without further hesitation.

This was written because I really hate scene girls.

Not scene guys. GIRLS.

And this was also written to make fun of Twilight fans. I find it hilarious how they’re all the same, and how they all think they’re cool because they read “long” books.

And I feel bad for Robert Pattenson. Did you know that some girls scratched their necks until they bled, and then told him they did it for him?

You tell me that’s not creepy. Really, I don’t care how big of a fan you are.

Not meant to cause alarm to all the real fans, of course. I respect you.

And if you’re going to review telling me what a horrible person I am, please hold off. Your pointless opinion will just be deleted. Thanks.