This is just a story based on a dream I had last night. It's a little weird, but I swear it will make since a little later. Please leave a review once you're done reading!! Thanks and I hope you enjoy this story.
I sat alone on the damp, rocky sand of First Beach in the La Push Indian reservation. To anyone looking in on the scene, I probably looked like a crazy teenager. It was pouring down rain, the drops rolling down my face, mixing with tears. My jeans and t-shirt were completely soaked, but I still sat. I loved being here, at the edge of the Earth, with nothing but water as far as I could see. It was the perfect place to think and be alone. You might be wondering why I was in the Olympic Peninsula in the first place. It is so very far away from my home in North Carolina. My life had changed so drastically in the past seven months. My twin brother had died in car accident, my parents revealed to me that Matt and I were adopted and now I was spending the year living with my birth father. A movie based on my favorite book series was being cast while I was here. I auditioned for the female lead of Twilight, Bella Swan, and got the role. Robert Pattison was my onscreen boyfriend, playing the incredibly sexy vampire Edward Cullen. Life was good, my dad was cool about the movie, and I was living my dream of being an actress. So why was I crying? It was my sixteenth birthday.
My twin brother and I should have been driven to the DMV by my mom to take the driver's license test, then arguing over who got to drive home. Instead, Matt was in some graveyard back in North Carolina and I was crying my eyes out on a rainy beach in Washington. We'd filmed on this beach about two weeks ago, but all the cameras and lights were gone; everything was quiet. Then someone said, "Are you ok?" I turned around and saw that it was a guy. A really hot, shirtless guy! I nodded, trying to make eye contact with this stranger. From what I could tell, he was a Quileute, probably lived on the reservation.
Just then, he plopped down on the sand next to me. "I'm Josh," he said in a deep husky voice. I guessed that he was about twenty five or so, he looked pretty old.
"Juliet," I said, shaking his hand. I saw a flash of recognition cross Josh's face. He asked me the question I knew was coming.
"You're in the Twilight movie aren't you?"
I nodded and said, "I'm Bella, yeah."
"So Juliet, what's a movie star like you doing out here?" Josh asked.
I told him, "I needed to get away from the set for a little bit. I'm the youngest one on set and was sick of everyone treating me like a little kid because I can't legally drink." I decided not to tell Josh about Matt, he'd probably think I was an idiot for crying over someone who's been dead for seven months. Hopefully, Josh would mistake the tears for raindrops.
"How old are you?" he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Sixteen, as of today," I informed him, "and you?"
His answer surprised me, "I'm only fifteen. Do I count as someone close to your age you could hang out with?"
"I'd like that," I told him. It would be nice to hang out with someone who wasn't a legal adult yet like all my cast mates.
"Cool. What are you doing tomorrow?" Josh asked, "A bunch of us are going to have a bonfire on the cliffs. You should come, it'll be fun." A bonfire did sound like fun, and Josh seemed like a pretty great guy.
"What time?" I asked, "If it's during shooting, I'm not going to be able to make it." A sly smile crossed Josh's face.
"I'll pick you up at seven," he said.
"How can you pick me up?" I asked, "You haven't got a driver's license either." He laughed.
"Guess you'll have to wait and see. By the way, you might want to head back to Forks. It's dangerous to be this close to the water during a storm." He pointed out over the ocean, where, sure enough, a big black storm cloud was rolling in.
"I'll get going then. See you tomorrow at 7. Where do you want to pick me up?" I asked.
"Juliet, please, everyone around here knows where your dad lives. I'll pick you up there. Oh, and wear a bathing suit."
"Cool," I said, then turned to walk back to the microscopic town of Forks. My dad lived there, and all the other actors in Twilight had rented a house there.
"Juliet," Josh said, "happy sweet sixteen. Don't cry, this is supposed to be the best day of your life." I smiled, but didn't turn around. I wondered if Matt had sent Josh from heaven, because the Indian boy had just made my, OUR, birthday a lot better.