[Twilight] Bright sunshine

When the class bell rang, Bella was the first person to stand up. She didn't care about anyone's gaze on her, and rushed to me and dragged me away.

Our speed was like fleeing for our lives. I didn't even have time to see the expression of my deskmate.

She took my hand, the temperature of her fingers was very warm, I heard her panting not easily, and we walked out of the classroom quickly to the corridor.

"Claire, he looks at you like a pervert."

I didn't expect Bella to be so straightforward, she looked very angry, blood rushed to her cheeks, and her fair skin was instantly flushed.

"You mean Rick Doyle," it seems that more than one person thinks he's a pervert, and I don't comment on that.

"I don't know how to put it, I noticed that he has been looking at you, just like the eyes of some murderers in movies." Bella was anxious because she couldn't describe the scene correctly, and she seemed to want to Protect me, don't want me to be entangled by some weird people.

To her, I was her cousin, even though we were about the same age.

"He may be bored. You know that students who transfer to Fox from other places are more or less eccentric." I walked with her, and the students passing by us would always notice us. It seems that we are in Fox Middle School. famous.

"No, that boy... Once someone pays attention to you, he will look at that person with hatred. I can't believe how anyone can be so unfriendly, not only him." Bella grabbed her hand helplessly and suspiciously. At the end of her hair, her lips trembled a little, and there was a layer of light blue under her eyes.She was not well rested and looked vulnerable and helpless.

This doesn't sound good at all, I must have offended that man.

I should have a showdown with him. If he wants to punish me, he has found the wrong person. I am not a soft persimmon.Yes, I secretly held hands, if he keeps up I will be angry.

Bella still seemed worried about me, and my self-preservation was not worth mentioning in her eyes.Charlie must have talked to her about me, my life was a disaster, they all thought so.

I accompanied Bella to the next classroom, our classes were different, and she and Jessica overlapped more than I did.

During the period, I met Alice and the others. Jasper and Rosalie had the same curriculum, and they were a year ahead of me.

"You look like you're on fire, Claire." Emmett watched in amazement as I ran over, imitating my movements childishly, moving forward on the same hands and feet.

"I met someone who is not easy to mess with, and I'm thinking about how to deal with him so that he doesn't always follow me." I waved my vulnerable fist at Emmett, wishing I had a mane to angrily Stand up.

That guy must have some ulterior purpose, he managed to make me the target of the whole school's attention again.

"You have great courage, you will die a terrible death." Jasper rarely commented on my affairs, and he tied his hands behind his back vigilantly. School was more terrifying to him than purgatory.

"It looks like it's messed up, and the emotional intelligence is pitifully low." Rosalie muttered with a sneer, and she didn't know who she was talking about.

I have a sensitive feeling that they all know who I'm talking about, and Alice blinks, a little way she does every time she wants to hide something, and it makes her seem more human.

"You have something to hide from me?" I took a step back and blocked the way of this group of luminous bodies. I was really fed up with their mystery during this time. Is it fun to worry about it repeatedly?

"Why do you think so, there's nothing wrong with it, Claire." Alice tiptoed lightly, which made her look as graceful as a dancing swan.She jumped up beside me and took my face in her hands.Her fingers are so cold that it makes people shiver more than Fox Snow in winter.

She just wanted to calm me down, even if it froze me to death.

"I don't understand, you've all been weird lately, something must have happened. I won't push to know, because I know I can't help a lot of the time, but don't just lie to me, I'm not that stupid. "I finally couldn't help expressing the worry that during this time, maybe I was so stupid that I was useless to them.

Rosalie rolled her eyes, and Emmett looked at her helplessly.

Jasper stood impassive, his face full of bitterness and hatred.

Only Alice's smile can make people feel the warmth. She moved closer to me, and her cold breath was like the air after the rain.

"Believe me, we don't have any problems. If something big happens, I won't leave you behind and disappear."

In other words, if they still come to school, it is actually no big deal.

"I'm just nervous, what about Edward?" I don't think there's nothing wrong with him and he's going to skip class all of a sudden.

"He's in a little trouble." Emmett quickly interjected, laughing jokingly, "It seems his life has been hit a bit, and he'll be back soon."

"Shock?" What else could he be shocked by, seeing aliens land in Seattle, or his menopause.

"It's about women. He felt that he had encountered a frustrating pit and almost broke his head." Emmett always teased this kind of topic without any effort, and he especially hoped to see his own Brother stumbles over women.

Especially Edward, a stubborn and reserved 17-year-old boy.

"Could it be Bella?" I blurted out without using my brain, and when I understood what I was talking about, their eyes had all rested on me.

"Isabella Swan, how did you know that Edward met her? You talked about it?" Jasper was particularly sensitive to abnormal things, and he was more professional than the best police dog.

"Because she was the only new female student yesterday, the only strange face Edward has seen, I guess." I pretended to be calm and muddled this topic away, and I couldn't tell them that Edward and Bella would fall in love.

This is still not certain, I can't really be sure that all the scenes in the movie will be reproduced without error.

I finally calmed down and remembered that I was going to class. I'm sure my deskmate was still that guy, and I would be fatigued.

Emmett's face hardened, and he looked behind me.Like a chain reaction, everyone looked at it coldly.

I turned my head and there was Rick standing at the end of the corridor, his blond hair no longer fluffy, but hanging down gracefully.The way he stares at me is oppressive, and anyone can see that there is something wrong with his attitude towards me.

"Do you want me to beat him up for you, Claire." Emmett raised the corners of his mouth provocatively. He had never been so obviously hostile to humans.

I was surprised by his reaction, but I didn't dare to agree. He could easily smash all human internal organs with one fist.

"I think I should talk to him. This is not something that can be solved by violence." I turned and walked towards my deskmate. A very stressful thing.

He stood where he was, lips hidden behind a thick scarf, hands in coat pockets.I found him to be extra tall, and the loose, loose clothing did a good job of making him look soft and harmless.If his eyes shifted to someone else, he would start to frown impatiently, as if suffering from anxiety.

I think he is absolutely messed up in dealing with interpersonal relationships, too insecure.

"Hello, Rick." No matter how slow I was, I walked up to him.I imitated him and put all his hands in his pockets, which made me feel better.

Even though we were both stuck in the hallway, it seemed strange that we were doing the same thing.

"Claire." His attitude obviously changed again, becoming particularly relaxed and tolerant, my name turned into cotton candy in his mouth, the sweet taste of chocolate.

What about his aggressiveness, his grumpiness?

I endured the overly tender heart palpitations when he called my name.

"I think we should talk." My courage drained very quickly, and he stood in front of me, the shadow of the backlight covering me.I look like a poor little boy crushed by some conspiracy force, which is not the image I want to see.

"What do you want to talk about?" He was very patient, and a smile flashed in his eyes, hoping it wasn't ridicule.

Does this guy have schizophrenia?

"You bother me a bit. I mean...you don't have to follow me because of your existence. This kind of behavior is very inappropriate." I said this with a guilty conscience. This is too self-righteous, this kind of dialogue.

"My existence bothers you?" He repeated my words in a strange way. Maybe few people talked to him like this, so he was particularly slow to deal with it. "Why?" His innocent wonder was so genuine, I could see a slight frown between his brows, but it didn't look aggressive, he looked more melancholy.

Did I blame him wrongly, he didn't have any bad intentions in following me?

"Are you blind?" I really wanted to find the answer, because I couldn't find the way to the classroom, so I could only follow behind my deskmate. I hope it's not such a dramatic answer.

"No." When he realized what I was talking about, he replied coldly.

Between arrogance and softness, he is jumping, without any foreshadowing in between.

It makes him look like an unbelievable, three-legged cat actor.I only dare to evaluate in my heart, no matter what, this guy must have a bad temper.

"Although we may be at the same table in every class, it's an amazing coincidence, but I don't want you to follow me all the time." I don't care about his fragile glass heart, I just hope to solve his strange behavior quickly.In fact, I don't want to admit that everything about him puts pressure on me.

I don't know why, I am very concerned about his every move, I have never paid so much attention to a person.

It's uncomfortable, and sometimes it's hard to breathe, which I don't like.

"I'm sorry, if this is the line you wanted." Unexpected dialogue, he would feel sorry.

But that tablet-like scripted tone, without any emotional apology, why doesn't it sound right no matter what.He seemed to be thinking about something, and his expression was a little strangely calm.Then, probably feeling stuffy, I stretched out my hand to pull down my scarf, and finally I saw his face clearly, it was an indescribable delicacy.

Many people couldn't help but want to stop and watch him when they passed by, just like the uncontrollable characteristics of moths that tend to light, they will be attracted by him.

"Okay, then don't follow me." I stuttered and took a step back, not wanting to get too close to him.

He must not know that his appearance is so perfect that people run away. If he is not so scary, his popularity can cause a sensation in the whole town.

"We can make friends, so you won't feel that it's a heinous thing for me to follow you." He seemed to think of something, and said as if speeding up the progress. This declaration of making friends came particularly abruptly, although he didn't feel anything.

I was about to be defeated by him, and the topic drifted directly to an uncontrollable direction.

"Friends won't follow me like this, it will still cause trouble to others." I looked at him suspiciously, watching him twist his neck uncomfortably, he wouldn't rush forward to bite someone.

"What about the lover?" There was no sweet feeling in this sentence at all, it was direct and cold. He cut off the criminal's head neatly like an executioner, and stared at me sharply.

I bit my lower lip and looked at him stupidly, could he use any tricks to follow me?

I suspect that I have time-traveled again, it must be that kind of damn disaster blockbuster.Is there any big conspiracy hidden behind this blond man, he followed me to save the earth, just wanted to get the key to destroy aliens, I am actually not alone but the key to biochemical weapons... I hurriedly threw away these messy things Brain supplements, to catch back the sense of logic that was thrown thousands of miles away.

"It's just lovers... what does this have to do with us." I finally managed to maintain my last rationality, his glaring viciousness made my legs weak.

It's like whoever dares to refute his words will die.

"From now on, you will be my girlfriend." His demeanor of a murderer has returned, his side face against the light is extremely cold, and his red lips are as terrifying as stained with blood.This sentence is like an atomic bomb, blasting around at an unstoppable burst speed.

This kind of joke is not funny at all, is he trying to turn his cold joke into the best work of the year?

I looked at his dangerous and gloomy expression, he was waiting for my statement, his eyes were full of things that made me feel confused and incomprehensible.

Like a mist, coming from the distant mountains, with the coldness of white snow, this is the feeling he gave to everyone.

I backed away and smiled stiffly, "You're so funny." I was already planning how to change the subject in my heart. The weather is fine today, and the bell for the next class seems to have already rang. Why are there still a bunch of people around us?

Jessica was huddled with Mike and Angela, the same way they walked in class, and I saw Jessica staring at us with wide-eyed eyes.Eric also rushed over, and I'm sure in less than 3 minutes, everyone in this school will know what Rick told me.

"Are you rejecting me?" He turned a blind eye to the surrounding environment, obviously wanting to fight me.

I took a step back, and he took a very oppressive step forward. I stuck to the wall of the corridor, and when I saw him, he nearly forced me towards me with a chainsaw in his hand.

"No...it's just a joke, Rick." I hope he's back to normal, no matter what. This kind of pressing man-marking attitude is really unbearable.I must have offended him, so he's going to make me the talk of everybody and bore me to death.

"Well, you finally accepted." He couldn't help showing a very evil smile, the satisfaction of a bad idea succeeding.

He was so close to me that I could clearly see his flawless skin.It is not normal for a man to have this kind of skin, even if he is as young as the sun.

I heard him murmuring softly, with a silky and soft tone, as if he was afraid of blowing something into pieces, he said, "Claire."

I was in a trance, wondering where I had heard this voice before.But the next second his action suffocated me, he grabbed my arm and leaned forward, I thought he was going to kiss me, and turned my head reflexively.I saw Alice standing there looking at us like everyone else.Their expressions were very strange, as if they were waiting for something, without anxiety or prejudice, everyone watched quietly and silently.

Before my brain could analyze any useful information, I was already being dragged away forcefully, farther and farther away from Alice and the others.

My deskmate seemed to have just seen the students blocking the corridor, he scolded coldly and domineeringly in a low voice: "Get lost."

That blade-like aura made way for others who couldn't breathe. He dragged me and walked over as a matter of course. Wherever the black tornado passed, there were people fleeing for their lives.

What happened?My temples throbbed, and I watched him grab my hand inexplicably, and I was completely pulled by his rhythm.

A boy watched us pass by in a gust of wind, and he exclaimed in surprise, "It's so cool." I really wanted to step on his face, not knowing what he was adoring.I quickly followed Rick's footsteps. Didn't he know that he was going on a rampage, and everyone who saw him had to give way was very rude?

Even the president doesn't have this kind of treatment. I estimate that more than half of the boys here will have the violent idea of ​​cornering him in a corner and beating him up after class, and scratching his Ferrari by the way.

When he finally knew to stop, I was still trying to withdraw my hand, but I couldn't see him relax.His gloves were so thick that they left marks on the skin on the back of my hand. The skin of this kind of leather is very cold.

"Okay, stop kidding," I said hesitantly, hoping he'd laugh and tell me he was just joking, even though the joke was boring.

He's indifferent, it's almost effortless for him to hold my hand, is he an athlete?The strength of the wrist is astonishing.

"I never joke, Claire." He smashed the excuse rudely and impersonally, as if every word I spoke now was a weapon to provoke him.

"Being your girlfriend? This is ridiculous, I've known your name for less than two days, Rick Doyle?" I almost screamed because he grabbed my fingers so hard I had no doubts He was trying to cut it off.

"You think it's absurd to know me?" He never got to the point, and he just knew to pick the most incomprehensible topic to be mean to you.

I looked at his face, which was so dead white that it was no different from a corpse in the freezer, and his over-crafted facial features were cold, and I could only speed up my breathing to calm my emotions. "Have we met before, before?"

His black pupils stood up in shock, which is just an exaggeration, and his face was expressionless and tense, and his lips were tightened when he was poked at the painful spot.

I looked at him suspiciously, his handsome face that made people obsessed.No, it doesn't make sense, if I knew him, how could I forget this kind of person.Even if he is a psychopath, he is a neuropathy that is easy to see and makes people unable to forget.

I always feel like I've overlooked something, but searching hard with my poor memory, there's no such thing as Rick.

"You remember?" he said slowly, seemingly acknowledging the eerie fact of our previous acquaintance.

I don't remember anything, but that doesn't stop me from pretending.I looked at him silently, hoping that he would slip up.But he just squinted, looked at me suspiciously, grabbed my hand and relaxed. "Where do you think we met?" He wasn't fooled at all.

I was no match for him, what a frustration. "You ever came to Forks? Before the age of six." This is one of the guesses, the memory before the age of six does not belong to me.

He looked at me with a sneer, is it true? "We used to be friends, children or something?" I tried to continue to guess, could it be Claire's childhood sweetheart?

"Yes, we played in the sand on the beach together, and I wove those childish garlands for you. You said you would marry me when you grow up. Do you think that idiot-like kid is me?"

His tone was as angry as my red apricot came out of the wall, I tried to get my hand back from his confinement, and still had the strength to jokingly say to him: "Of course, of course, there is always such a neighbor when I was young, I hope you are not The kind of brat who would call himself an idiot."

I actually think of Jacob and Bella, they used to play and build sand castles every summer when they were kids.I'm just guessing whether Claire has this kind of experience, otherwise his attitude towards me would be too familiar.

He didn't seem to recall the joy of the past at all, but he didn't deny my guess. I couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind.I'm just talking casually, is it possible that we have met before?

I finally pulled my hand back, his glove made me uncomfortable.

"Even if you were my neighbor when I was a kid, you can't treat me like this. People need respect, Rick. I pushed you into the water when I was a kid, and you grow up to get back at me." I couldn't find a better The explanation, if we've known each other before, is likely to be the real Claire's friend.

He didn't deny it, did he?I looked at him vigilantly, and found that he didn't open his mouth to refute me, could it be true?

"You need to calm down, really." I always thought he had a serious anxiety disorder, and he didn't seem to control his temper as easily as ordinary people.His parents are used to it?Or his family genetic disease?

You will always meet some strange people, which is not uncommon in the United States.

"I know what I'm doing, you're still so cruel, you don't know anything." He smiled contemptuously, confoundingly he looked sad.

This reaction made me feel a strange guilt. I clutched the clothes on my chest in confusion. He had already turned around quickly and disappeared around the corner before my eyes.

The big monster is gone, the brain tells me with a sigh of relief.But the depression in my heart did not relax in the slightest. Maybe I misunderstood him. He seemed to have done nothing except behave strangely. Maybe this is how he made friends.

Exaggerating a bit, I think of his angry face, or someone in his family is a drama star, and he has become a half-actor under the influence of my ears and eyes.

I walked back in a little confusion, and when I walked to the parking lot, I decided to skip class.

Rain splashed on the car windows, I opened the door, and Alice would help me take all the things I left at school and stuff them in my room when the night fell.They enjoyed the game and would often come and hang out at my bachelor house.

I still don't understand Rick, he's so weird, I've never seen someone with OCD like that.

He likes you, it's impossible, it's just a prank.I asked myself to start the car, the jacket did not bring me much warmth, the rain dripped from my hair, I took out the hat under the seat and put it directly on my head, so that the long hair would not spread out .

The sound of the engine was very clear in the quiet parking lot, intertwined with the heavy rain to form an urgent sound of returning home.I plugged in my earphones, turned on my MP3, and Bob Dylan was knocking and knocking on Heaven's Gate on repeat in my ears.

Songs suggested by Edward, who knew I didn't appreciate his Debussy.

Everything outside the glass became strange, and I drove the car out of the school, hoping that my deskmate would not be disappointed, because today I will no longer appear in the classroom.I know I'm running away, but I don't know what I'm running away from.Rick Doyle, I always feel like I've seen him there.

I want to see Charlie, although I know he's not at home right now.The car drove to South Forks Avenue, which was only two miles from his home.I know my car well, it's been with me for years, and I first owned it one wet summer day.At that time, I hadn't learned how to drive in the United States. It was Charlie who taught me how to drive safely with all kinds of dazzling traffic rules.Wearing your seat belt is always the first thing you do when you get in a car, and it never occurred to me that I might die in a car accident.

The brakes failed, and I grabbed the steering wheel, fingers shaking.

This is the first time I have encountered such an accident, because the car is regularly checked and maintained, and the brakes have never made a mistake.

The rain aggravated the burden on my vision, and I couldn't see clearly ahead. The cedar trees on both sides of the road turned into dark green cliffs under the unstoppable speed of the car.If I wasn't steady enough with my fingers and fiddled with the steering wheel, I could have died at this speed.

"Kn-kn-...kno...door." I hummed along with the melody in the earphones, intermittently, and the music made me relax as much as possible.Knock on heaven's door, knock!

With the emergency lights on, I began to downshift gradually, taking my foot off the gas.

It doesn't help, thankfully I haven't run into any blocks yet.I could bump into something at any moment and turn somersaults.

The tension made my abdomen tremble, I held my breath, the phone was in my pocket, and I let go of the steering wheel to get the phone with one hand. I never knew such a thrilling action before today.

I don't know who I called, but the first few numbers were Karen's.

"Hey, Claire." It was Emmett's voice. There was a bit of noise on his side. It seemed that they were definitely not in the classroom.

I've dropped the phone in my lap, my hands are gripping the steering wheel, and I hear the climactic notes wrapping around my voice, "My brakes don't work, maybe one of you can help me, Batman or Clarke Superman. "

"God, don't slip your hands, Alice dares to see..."

I know what he said, Alice is not everything, she can't pay attention to me all the time.Especially when Edward was still out of town, she often had to focus on Jasper and Edward who had not returned.

I couldn't hear anything anymore, the chassis of the car was on fire, and the sound of the engine turned into a death roar.

I knew I couldn't wait for Emmett or some superhero, and the car spun out of control towards the side of the road, where there were sloping trees, and the rain was so sharp that it burst through my car window.There was a violent rumbling sound in my ears, something was thrown at the rear of the car, and the sound of the sunken and broken, I was shocked to the point of nausea.And in the shaking sight, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a dark figure jumping down from a certain fir tree, superhero?

Like an out-of-control cannonball, he hit my front hood directly, and the moment I stepped on it hard, the car sank.

I can't see anything clearly, the world is shaking in chaos.

He is tall, blurred in rain and disaster.This kind of stunt is not something humans can do. He has stepped on my windshield and jumped onto the roof of the car. One of my earphones was knocked off, and I clearly heard the bang of him running over my head. .

Everything that followed was unrealistic like a dream. If someone asks me how I escaped from danger in the future, to be honest, I will definitely be regarded as a lunatic.

The rear of the car was dragged by something, and my chest was restrained by the seat belt, and I groaned in pain.The forward momentum of the car stagnated, the four wheels were dying to rub against the ground and caught fire, and I could feel the car going backwards—are you kidding me?Did the car run backwards?

It's moving backwards!

Something held it, and pulled the car back like a tug of war.

I couldn't help shouting loudly: "Knock..." The song on the earphones misled me, and what I wanted to say was cheering or something.

It goes on singing, singing loudly.

Kn-kn-kno'on...heaven's door!

Knock, knock at heaven's gate.

Everything came to a sudden stop, the car turned off, and it finally stopped moving on the road of death.

It was raining heavily, I opened the car door and rushed out, the superhero had already fled into the forest.I looked up, and the rain blurred everything.

There is only a Ford car on the verge of being scrapped, the empty road, and everything is like a dream.

I followed the car body and finally sat on the muddy ground with weak legs.Hugging myself, the relaxation of the muscles after extreme tension is terribly sore.The rain surrounded me, and I heard myself panting softly.

"Claire." It was Alice's voice, followed by Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie.

They rushed out of the rain, and Alice ran over and hugged me tightly, "I knew you would be fine, you're fine Claire."

I was a little delirious from the cold, and I felt dizzy against her cold neck. "Oh, I'm fine, the songs recommended by Edward are good." I always felt that I was knocking on the door of heaven, the difference is that I didn't knock on it.

"I'll take you to the hospital, do you need it, tell me." Alice whispered in my ear, the rain fell continuously from her black hair onto her face.Her hands were strong and hugged my back.

This body, which is colder than rainwater, is so safe.

"I'm not hurt, take me home, let's go home Alice."

"You should get a new car, Claire." Rosalie slapped my broken car angrily, her lips trembling with anger.

"Someone saved you." Jasper walked around the car and stopped behind Alice, his pale yellow eyes were clear and calm in the rain.

With Alice's support, I finally stood up and looked in the direction of the figure who was leaving quickly.A little uncertainly: "He pulled the back of my car, I don't know how he did it, he... kind of looks like Rick?"

It's just the similarity in the moment when the clothes are dressed up, he runs too fast, the black whirlwind phantom.

"That transfer student is just a human being, you read it wrong." Alice quickly interrupted my unrealistic statement, her face was expressionless.

"It's impossible for humans to have that much strength." Jasper interjected appropriately.

"I was wrong." I admitted that maybe I had been thinking about him all the time, so I had that hallucination. "I am grateful to the man who saved me, even though he may not be human."

After taking off the earphones, Alice picked me up, and Rosalie was the only one driving the BMW.We went to Karen's house, where I changed and drank some hot water.I finally recovered from the shock, and Carlisle sent me home, to Charlie's house, where he wanted me to be with my family tonight.

I made up a lie and told Charlie that Rosalie had lent the Ford to study because she was interested in used car engines.

Bella just went to the cheap supermarket, and when she comes back, she will fill the refrigerator completely.They didn't see anything wrong with me, my face turned pale not every day or two.

I stayed for dinner, and Bella cooked potatoes and steak, and you're grateful that she existed.Charlie and I were kicked out of the kitchen by her, and we squatted outside waiting for dinner.

By the time we got to the table together, it was already dark outside.

Three taciturn people, eating the same food, my mind went blank, and there were no interesting topics to stir up the atmosphere.

The aftereffects of the car accident are still in my body, and I try not to let others see it.

"Claire, do you have a boyfriend?" Charlie stopped his movements suddenly, and he looked at me with an expression that couldn't be described as gratified or sad.

I froze, the potato stuck in my throat, and I blushed.

"You actually have a boyfriend. I heard he's a nice guy." Charlie muttered to himself embarrassedly. It seemed that he had misunderstood the blush on my face.

Who did you listen to?I quickly denied, "That's not the case."

"It's okay, you should also have a friend, it's good for your growth." He suddenly became very magnanimous, as if he wanted me not to cover up.

"It's Rick Doyle." Bella responded, she was sure in almost a second.

Sure enough, within half a day, the whole town of Fox knew about this rumor.

I couldn't do anything to refute the rumor loudly, "I don't know him, really." Someone come and drag that bastard to bury him under the fir tree soil layer.

Charlie and Bella looked at each other tacitly, and their actions at this time were surprisingly similar.

"If you don't want to admit it, I won't bother you. It's Rick, right?" Charlie swallowed a mouthful of steak, which looked good.

I continued my hard denial, "I don't have a boyfriend, Charlie."

"You should hand in one," muttered Charlie, worried about my autism.

Bella laughed, she could laugh at last, for the first time since coming to Forks.

Can I feel honored?Looks like I'm going to be everyone's dinner in Fox Town tonight.

The author has something to say: Knocking on Heaven's Door.

The first time I heard it, I was watching I am a singer, sung by Luo Qi.