Chapter 101 - 101 my fans are screaming (2/2)

It's a four-hour flight from Phoenix to Seattle, another hour in a small plane up to Port Angeles, and then an hour drive back down to Forks. Flying doesn't bother me; the hour in the car with Charlie, though, I was a little worried about.

Charlie had really been fairly nice about the whole thing. He seemed genuinely pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first timewith any degree of permanence. He'd already gotten me registered for highschool and was going to help me get a car.

Boy did I want that tank of a truck the thing was a monster in the movie and I was going to retrofit it even more to be a monster.

When I landed in Port Angeles, it was raining. I didn't see it as an omen- just unavoidable. I'd already said my goodbyes to the sun.

Charlie was waiting for me with the cruiser. This I was expecting, too.Charlie is Police Chief Swan to the good people of Forks. My primary motivation behind buying a car, was that I refused to be driven around town in a car with red and blue lightson top. Nothing slows down traffic like a cop. You ever had a cop behind you? Even when your doing nothing wrong the shit is scary. That my friends is real life problems.

Charlie gave me an awkward, one-armed hug when I walked off the plane man-hugs are always strange.

”It's good to see you, Son,” he said, smiling ”You haven't changed much. How's Renée?”

”Mom's fine. It's good to see you, too, Dad.”

I had only a few bags. Most of my Arizona clothes were too permeable for Washington. My mom and I had pooled our resources to supplement my winter wardrobe, but it was still scanty. It all fit easily into the trunk ofthe cruiser. I need to buy new clothes for my trunk at some point aging 3 years in 20 seconds isn't something my old clothes can handle and they were mostly wizard clothing.

”I found a good car for you, really cheap,” he announced when we were strapped in.

”What kind of car?” I said acting as if I didn't know.

”Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy.”

”Where did you find it?”

”Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?” La Push is the tiny Indian reservation on the coast.

”No.”

”He used to go fishing with us during the summer,” Charlie prompted.

That would explain why I didn't remember him. I do a good job of blocking painful, unnecessary things from my memory. Apparently the me in this world has a fear of fish also. Good times.

(A/N if you haven't figured out the world yet it's twilight hahahaha burn with me)