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Bella Black

What if Bella was really Jake's sister? What would happen when Bella left Renee to go live with her father, Billy Black. Would Bella and Edward still have their Happily ever after? Chapter 16 is the original depressing ending Chapter 17 is the rewritten happily ever after version

This is an alternate universe of the beloved Twilight series which is not owned by me in any way :(

13. Girls night

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Chapter 13

I was starting to feel like a spy for the week following all the previous events. I went between my family and Edward like a yoyo, changing clothes, taking so many showers, that I’m pretty sure I could run for cleanest kid in America. And to tell the truth, all of it was causing me to go pretty much insane.

Guilt is an interesting part of human nature. He not only feels like a weight pulling you down, but it also makes you act out. To say the least, after a week, I didn’t want to see Edward or my family for at least a day. Angela was the perfect excuse.

Angela and I had never had a chance to go out of town. So when Edward was out of school because of the sun, we planned for our own excursion and sleep over, no boys allowed. Unless of course they were part of the movie selection.

After school that Friday, I followed Angela back to her house, where we dropped my bike and our bag, before pilling back into her beat up sedan and speeding towards Port Angeles.

The road swished back and forth a mosaic of mosses and green trees. We blasted chick music and sang to it at the top of our lungs, not caring how badly we sounded. The entire thing was exhilarating. We put in cd after cd of the best of our childhood music. The car boomed with Brittney Spears, Christina Aguilera, S Club 7, A*teens, Backstreet boys, and N’sync.

We made it to Port Angeles quicker then usual, driving on back roads definitely had its advantages. Our plan of action was going to be shopping, dinner, movie store and then home for some good old fashion junk food and all night chick flicks.

The growing buildings and car ridden streets announced our arrival to down town Port Angeles. We zipped past the tourist ridden boardwalk and went straight to the mall. It was still a small mall by Phoenix standards but was the biggest one around here.

“Angela, what store should we stop at first?”

Angela walked straight to the mall map and ran her finger down the list.

“How about American Eagle, Barnes and Nobles, Music world, and then the random shops that no one knows the names to?”

“Sounds perfect.” I said walking down the long hallway lined with store fronts.

Angela usually didn’t dress up for school. She usually wore old jeans and big sweatshirts. She was taller then most of the guys, and that had made her self conscious. No thanks to Lauren and Jessica I might add.

But, when Angela was wearing all American Eagle and had her hair done nice, she was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. I was pretty sure the guy running the cash register was checking her out every time we came out of the changing rooms in new outfits.

We didn’t end up buying much there. Actually, we didn’t buy any clothes, though we hadn’t planned on getting any in the first place. Angela did buy an inexpensive bracelet though, she said she felt bad not getting any thing.

The book store was huge. I needed some new books so I scoured every aisle, debating with Angela over which author was better and the pros and cons of history books over fictional history books.

The music store actually had the Beatles cd I wanted. I had looked every where in Phoenix for Revolver and I found it in Washington State. Who would have thought that?

Angela and I decided to grab Chinese food at the food court. We talked about everything and nothing as we ate. We then went into the movie store and rented 5 different chick flicks, Kate and Leopold, Just like Heaven, Holiday, The Notebook, and of course, Sweet Home Alabama.

Angela was definitely my best friend I had ever had.

Her house was one of the many cracker box houses that lined one of the streets in Forks. Her room was a small one on the second floor, she had a TV in it though and large enough floor space for a pile of sleeping bags and pillows. We popped pop corn, poured skittles, M&Ms and licorice into bowls and camped out in her room.

Between crying our eyes out and drooling over the actors, we gossiped about every one in school and just talked about ourselves, our dreams and our goals.

When we fell asleep I could have sworn that I felt a draft, but that was impossible since the window had been closed.