Seth and I ended up on the beach, we planned to go to Billy and Jakes if it started raining or he got too scared out here at dark. He was upset about that comment.

"So what do you want for your birthday this year?" I ask after a few minutes of nothing but the waves crashing.

He gives me a look, "my birthday isn't until December."

I smile, "yeah yeah.. but still. Got to start planning early you know?"

"Nine months early?"

"Okay Seth," I laugh, "forget it. But if I forget your birthday it's on you."

"What do we do after this?" Seth asks, his fingers lazily trailing through the sand. "Leah will kill us if we go back."

I nod in agreement, "she will. We can go to Jake's."

He lit up, jumping from the sand, "let's go then!"

I laugh, "calm down, we can go in a few." I drag him back down, once he was settled I shook my head, "wow.. I forgot how much you like Jake."

"Jake's awesome!" Seth exclaims, "I love hanging out with him."

I shake my head, with two years between Seth looked up to Jake. But Jake.. Seth was a bit too childish for him.

"Right." Sorry Jake. "Let's head out then. We should probably call dad and let him know what's happening, just to be safe."

Seth nods enthusiastically, and he's up in half a second and all but sprinting towards the road.

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It had taken a total of five minutes for Jake to get tired of the hero worship he was receiving and ditch Seth. He dragged me out into the dark yard and to the shed where he stumbled to find the light and get settled.

"So you like this... stuff then?"

"Yeah, I like building stuff." Jake nods, looking around at all the greasy black car parts littered around them. It wasn't my boat to sail, but if Jake liked it... I shrug.

"Keep working on it then, I bet you could make your own car one day." I encourage.

He beams, "you think so?"

"Totally Jake. As long as your heart is really in it, I believe you could do it."

His smile widens and he sifts through the junk parts and sets the ones he needs to the side, tossing the really bad parts towards the door. All of it looked the same to me, but I refrained from commenting because of the serious look he had. He was so into his work that I couldn't really say anything. I didn't want to break his focus and there was something relaxing about just sitting in silence with the only noise the occasional clank of metal.

"Billy says it's all cool we lay low here for a bit." Seth calls, apparently giving up on waiting in the house. He raised a brow at the piece of metal that flies by him. It clanked hard as it landed in the yard.

Jake nods and saunters off deeper into the garage, leaving my sight.

Seth was quick to follow, and I was quick to leave.

"Uncle Billy!" I call loudly, throwing the door open. "Your favorite is here."

Billy's laughter could be heard from across the house, in the living room.

"Where are the girls?" I smile, stepping over a pair of boots.

"Becca is out with friends and Rachel is studying in her room." Billy squeezes my hand as I sit on the chair closest to him.

"Basket ball Uncle Billy?" I give in an incredulous look. "Really? Don't you have any other channels?"

Billy smirks, but given the puppy dog eyes doubled by my pouty lip he was sighing and shaking his head before tossing over the remote.

"Spoiled brat." He muttered as he wheeled himself to the kitchen.

"You're the one who did it." I call, snuggling deeper into the couch. He scoffed and muttered something about Charlie before wheeling past to his room with a bag of chips and a drink. I couldn't help but think about all the school work that waited for me back at the Clearwater's house. I hadn't finished everything and it was practically being held hostage by Leah and Sam. Cue massive sigh. I'd just have to do it another time.

"Rachel!" I scream, "stop ignoring me!"

"I didn't even know you were here!" Her voice was muffled but it was such a small house you could hear a pin drop from across it.

"Pay attention to me!"

"No!" Rachel sighs, something hard slammed, "I'm doing homework!"

"I would be doing my homework," I grumbled under my breath, "if stupid Leah and stupid Sam weren't so stupid."

"Wow," Becca mumbles, having just walked in the front door.

"Leah stole my homework!" I glare, kicking my feet up on the table.

She raises a brow as she sets her bag down.

"So, you up for camping soon?" I ask, half watching the cooking show that was on.

Becca raised both brows at this, "why?"

I shrug, "I want to go out again, and we haven't gone in awhile." I slump into the couch, "plus, I haven't shot in so long."

"So you want to hunt?" She asks, kicking off her muddy boots.

"You ask so many questions." I glare.

She snorts, "yeah okay."

We sat in silence as the lady on the cooking show finished making her spring themed pies.

"That was such a waste of time." Becca says after I flick the Tv off.

"Yeah..." I nod, "agreed."

"Are you spending the night?" She yawns, pulling her long black hair out of her pony tail and running her fingers through it, nearly moaning at the feeling.

"Nah, me and Seth had to run and hide from Leah." A smirk tugs at my lips. At this she opens an eye to stare at me, "we kind of embarrassed her in front of her boyfriend." I shrug nonchalantly.

"Leah has a boyfriend?" She questions in utter shock.

I nod, "yeah, Sam Uley." I smile recalling his awkward shuffling. "Do you know him?"

"Of course." She snorts, "small town."

"Any dirt?"

"Nope." She shakes her head, "he's pretty average."

"Well that's boring." I sigh dramatically, "want to take us home?"

She shrugs and that was the end of it. We snuck in the back, cleaned up the mess and went to sleep with one eye open.

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School came back quickly, and before I knew it I was sitting sitting in first period waiting for the bell to ring, thinking about my lucky pencil. I wasn't sure if the Cullen's were here today, so I stared glumly out the window. The rain was pounding unrelenting outside, just the sight of it sent a shiver down my spine. It might've been spring but that didn't stop the rain from being icy still.

"Good morning."

I jumped out of my skin at the voice right next to me, I turned and immediately craned my neck to look up at Edward Cullen. I felt a glare pushing onto my face. Stupid pencil stealer.

He started to smile as he dug in his pocket. "I believe this is yours." He held out the pencil and I grabbed it before he could snatch it back and say just kidding.

His smile brightened causing me to frown. It wasn't that he wasn't completely dazzling, because he was but the fact that he stole my stuff and disappeared for so long really annoyed me. And now, here he was, just nonchalantly standing in front of me, smiling without a care in the world. So annoying.

"Thanks." I grumbled, looking to the front board. To my annoyance, he stood there longer.

"Can I sit by you?" He questions, quite nearly scaring me to death.

I had to physically hold back the twitch in my face. "Didn't you sit over there?" I throw a thumb to the right. You can't sit with me just so you can steal my pencil again, Cullen. I thought sullenly.

Once again something made him chuckle, deeply like velvet. "I wasn't aware there were assigned seats in this class." He spoke softly.

I hate you, you stupid pencil stealer. Can't you see that? I was so close to saying that, so I licked my lips and looked out the window. "There aren't." I say slowly. "But there still a few seats open over there."

"I know." He nods, placing his hands on the desk and tipping his head.

I refused to think about how childish it made him look as I glared up at him. Only if you promise not to steal my pencil again. I wanted to growl.

"I promise not to steal your pencil again." Edward said kindly, a tint of humor lining his voice. I had yet to see what was so humorous and as he stared at me, I was tempted to say, 'pinky promise?' But refrained as I decided to just ignore him till he went away.

"If you want," he started slowly, his stupid gold eyes dancing, "I'll pinky promise."

I jolted back as if electrocuted. What the heck is wrong with this guy? He's freaking crazy. It's like he could read my mind or something.

He bursts into laughter, sliding the seat out beside me and placing himself in it. "I'll take that as a yes."

I didn't have time to object or move as the bell rang and the teacher stood up. The whole class period, I pouted with my arms crossed, ignoring the humorous looks he would send my way and clutching my pencil tightly, afraid it would disappear any second. Stupid pencil stealing Cullen.