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Catch the Wind

Axelle is seventeen, but her parents still haven't told her their secret. When a new kid shows up at school, Axelle can't help but find him interesting. When all the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, Axelle has some big choices to make. Part three to the Twist of Fate series!

Like I have said many times before, I am totally addicted to this story. This story is entirely in Axelle's POV, for those of you that didn't know. I have this one planned out almost all the way... and let me tell ya, there are some HUGE twists :D But that's just how it works with me :)

6. Finally

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“What do you need to tell us, Axelle?” asked my dad. He sounded so menacing all of a sudden. I didn't like it at all.

I heard my mom in the background. “Just give it to me, Jasper!” There was a muffling sound, then my mom greeted me. “What did you need to say?”

“I... I kind of have a date tomorrow,” I sighed.

“No dates! No boys!” said Uncle Emmett. He was still on the other phone.

“Boys? No, none of those,” said my dad. I could hear him in the background.

“Oh, that's good, Axelle. What time will he be picking you up?” said my mom. I knew she'd be okay with it.

“Bella!” said my dad in the background.

“He's picking me up at noon,” I replied.

“Great! We'll be home later.” She hung up. I clicked my end off.

“Axelle Hale!” yelled Uncle Emmett. I heard him stomp up the stairs.

“Yes, Unc!” I called.

He charged into the media room. “A date?! A date, Axelle? You're way too young to be going on dates.”

“I disagree. You see, kids these days go on dates much younger. I'm talking 13, 14 years old. It's perfectly normal. You should be happy for me,” I explained. I tried to talk fast, hoping he would catch everything I said.

“Axelle...” he sighed.

“You're my favorite,” I said, holding out my arms. I knew he couldn't resist a hug, and once I had him in it, I could easily convince him to let me do what I wanted. I could be quite devious when I wanted to be.

He scooped me into his arms. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked, shaking his head.

“We could turn on the awesome Tim Burton movie you brought over and give it a look-see,” I suggested. “Only if you give me permission to go on my date, of course,” I amended. He was just like another parent when it came to things like getting permission. If Uncle Emmett said no to something, it wasn't going to happen.

“Fine, go on your stupid date,” he snapped. He plopped me onto the couch and popped the movie in.

I was asleep after the first half hour. It wasn't that the movie was boring, not in the slightest, I was just not very good at staying awake during movies. I fell asleep during them more often than not. I was having a dream about swing dancing when I felt Uncle Emmett nudge me awake.

“You missed the best part! They played the music and the aliens head's blew up!” he exclaimed. He then proceeded to go into an in-depth analysis of every single second of the movie.

When he was done, he said goodbye and left. I cooked myself a nice dinner of Lucky Charms, my favorite, and went to bed. I knew that my parents weren't going to be home until very late at night.

As soon as the head hit my pillow, I was out cold.

It seemed like seconds later when I heard my mom yell up the stairs. “Axelle, it's thirty minutes till noon!”

I shot out of bed. It was a good thing I could get ready in twenty minutes. Once I was out of the shower, I decided to forgo the makeup. I didn't want to seem like I was trying too hard.

I couldn't decide what I wanted to wear. I had laid out several outfits before deciding on a pair of jeans and a simple red tank-top. I slipped my sweatshirt on.

After I threw on my converse, I frolicked down to the kitchen to wait for Jack. My parents were lounging on the couch. They were watching some movie in French. I knew that both of them knew many languages, I thought it was hep.

“Are you going to meet Jack?” I asked.

“Jasper, don't you and I have to be at the other house for... for Esme's little get together?” asked my mom.

My dad perked up. “Yes, I do remember that now. Sorry, Axelle, we have to go.”

“Now,” finished my mom. She whispered something into his ear. I thought I could pick out the words “no spying”, but I wasn't sure. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room.

I shrugged. They were always ducking out of things. I'd never seen them in any company besides family. It was just another thing that made me want to find out what they were hiding.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. I jumped up to get it.

Jack was standing on the porch. He was wearing a gray t-shirt and some jeans. “Hey,” he smiled.

“Hi,” I replied.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Mmhm.” I pulled to door closed behind me. It brought me a step closer to him, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

In an action that felt so natural, he took my hand. He towed me to his car. It was black, and it looked a lot nicer than mine did.

“My step-dad is loaded. He got it for me... I guess he was trying to suck up or something. I didn't want to tell him I didn't want it, I thought it'd be rude,” he explained. It was like he knew what I was thinking. He opened the passenger door for me and I climbed in.

“Where are we going?” I asked when he got into the driver's seat.

He smirked. “It's a secret.”

“That's hardly fair,” I said.

He started the car and started to drive down the lane.

“I know. I'm a terrible person,” he said.

“Sarcasm noted, Sir,” I laughed.

He grinned and changed the subject. “Where were your parents?”

“Oh, they always seem to be running around doing stuff. They act just like crazy teenagers sometimes, it's pretty weird.”

“I really want to meet them. They sound so cool!”

“Yeah, they are really amazing,” I replied.

He looked at me, and I started to feel a little self-conscious. It was quiet for a few minutes before he asked, “You are close to your family, aren't you?”

“They are my best friends,” I murmured. “Once, my Uncle Emmett and I spent a whole day making the best pillow fort ever. Oh, and once I dressed him up like a girl.”

Jack laughed. “I really want to meet them,” he repeated.

“You'd love them, I know it,” I replied.

Jack pulled to a stop on the side of the road.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“We're here,” he answered. I looked out the window. I could make out a faint trail.

Jack got out and opened my door for me. He grabbed a backpack out of the trunk, sling it over his shoulder, and grabbed my hand.

“Hiking?” I asked. I was okay with hiking. I would go with my uncle sometimes. I always liked how It felt like you were so far away from the world, so secluded.

“It's only a short one.” He led me down the path. The air smelled slightly salty, like seawater. He held aside the occasional stray branch for me, and we emerged through the greenery about ten minutes later.

The entire horizon was ocean. It lapped at the beach and roared soothingly. There was no sand on the waterfront, just small rocks. There were driftwood trees strewn about the beach, bleached snow white by the salt in the water.

“What is this place?” I gasped.

“It's First Beach. People stopped coming here awhile ago. There were some rumors of wolves around these parts, so nobody wanted to risk it. The path was sort of forgotten. I found it a few months back. I love it here,” he explained.

“I understand why,” I replied.

He took me to one of the driftwood trees and sat down. He unzipped the backpack and pulled out two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

“My favorite,” I grinned. He pulled out a coke and handed it to me.

“What do you want to be when you're older?” he asked.

“I think I want to be a writer. I love how well some people can convey thoughts and emotions, make you feel what the character feels, and I really want to be able to do that for others,” I answered.

He nodded. “I know what you mean.”

“What do you want to be?”

“I honestly have no idea. I know I want to travel. I definitely know I want to get out of Washington,” he replied.

“Why is that?” I loved Washington, so I had no idea why anyone would want to leave.

“There is so much more out there, you know? I want to be able to wake up in the morning, look out my window, and see something more than trees... more than rain.” He looked out over the ocean.

“That makes sense,” I said.

He looked at me, almost scrutinized me. “I don't know what it is about you... you have this presence, this attitude, I can't stay away from you. You're funny, smart, caring, beautiful. I think I'm addicted,” he laughed.

“Well, I can hardly blame you. I am, after all, one big hunk of sexy. People all over the Olympic Peninsula can wait to get a piece of thi- ” While I was talking, Jack leaned forward. He captured my lips with his, cutting off my sentence.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was so warm. His arms found their way around my waist. He pulled me closer, our chests touched. My hands tangled in his hair. He shifted me on his lap so both of my legs were hanging off one side. I had to pull away for breath. I put my head against his shoulder and listened to his heartbeat.

“Finally,” he sighed.

I couldn't agree with that statement more.