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Continuation of the Twilight Saga: Old Sun- 18

Continuation of the Twilight Saga: Old Sun- 18

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Sorry for the short chapter... :P Chapter 19 in 2-3 weeks.

Sorry for the short chapter... :P Chapter 19 in 2-3 weeks.


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Published by: Rimal on Aug 10, 2010
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Continuation of the Twilight Saga- Old Sun: 18
18. Lindsay's Story
.:WHERE WE LEFT OFF:.~LINDSAY'S POV~ I stared at the screen, overwhelmed. What did that mean? Oh. My.God. Was Josh....dead? My eyes blurred with tears as I fell back into my flowery sheets.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -*LINDSAY'S POV (Point Of View)*- - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - -I didn't know what to do. Should I wait for a "
 just kidding 
" text? Or what? I slowly pressed '3' on my speed dial, which meant I was callingShane.
 But what could Shane do? All we could do was mourn the loss. No, I 
to do something.
Abruptly, I grabbed my purse (old Prada hand-me-down from myaunt; it held my cell phone, my wallet, and some make-up). I squeezed a fewdrops of Visine into my eyes (for the 'fresh' look), and got the car keys to thesecond-hand car my aunt had bought me a little over a year ago. I reachedinto the pocket of my worn jeans (I told people it was the 'distressed' look, but in reality it was some good-fitting pair I had found in Goodwill twomonths ago), and found the rumpled paper I needed. It contained todirections to Josh's house, given to me by none other than Josh himself. Atear quickly appeared at my eye, but I dabbed at it until it was gone.- - - - - - - - -"M-Mrs. Taylor?" I mumbled. A beautiful brunette woman withsparkling green eyes stared back at me."Lindsay? Come in, please." A smile appeared on her wrinkle-freeface as she motioned for me to sit in the comfy living room. "What bringsyou here?""J-Josh. Josh brings me here." I stuttered. Tears immediately sprang tomy eyes."Oh, sweetie. What happened?' Mrs. Taylor's tone made me cry evenmore—it reminded me of my mother."I-I. I think J-Josh i-is. Dead." I went into super-mega-freak-out mode.
I could feel snot dripping from my nose (ick!) and I felt nasty. Mrs. Taylor  began to cry, as well."Oh. My. God. What makes you think that?" Mrs. Taylor managed between sobs."I got the weirdest text." I wiped my face with my sleeve (ugh!) andgot my phone out. I showed Mrs. Taylor the text."I got the same one." She wiped the corner of her eye. "But. It can't beJosh. It just can't. Someone could have stolen his phone.""I think it is." I sadly replied."Don't say that." Mrs. Taylor said. She poured some tea for herself."We have to discuss this in a different environment. Besides, Josh might be playing a joke on us. Oh, would you like some tea?""No thanks. I have to get going and investigate. I'll call if I find outanything." She gave me her cell phone number, and I left, heading for Starbucks (I'll bet Jasmine, Shane and Matt were still there).- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - *JASMINE'S POV (Point Of View)*- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - -It was pretty difficult for Shane and Matt to digest everything, but Iguess they did a pretty good job. because when a tear-streaked Lindsay torethrough Starbucks, Shane and Matt seemed oblivious to the fact that I wasn'thuman. Which is good, right? I don't know why, but I felt... odd. Just as oddas I felt whenever I talked to Jacob; it was kind of like I was neglecting myheritage/vampire-ness.Matt immediately asked Lindsay if she was okay. She shook her headno, then collapsed into the chair beside me."J-Josh...he's dead." Her tear-streaked face filled with dread as sheglanced at me. Both Matt and Shane seemed taken aback, and I askedLindsay what proof she had."This text." She managed to show me the text. The stupid way the textwas written..It
to be a foreign vampire."Oh.. sh!t." I muttered under my breath. Lindsay flung her armsaround me, and continued sobbing.
 It wasn't 
big of a deal, was it?
Shane caught my confused glance and shrugged. He nudged Matt, andMatt went up to go get Lindsay something to drink."No, it's fine Matt. Too many carbs." Lindsay swatted the air, pullingaway from me."It's on the house." Matt replied."Oh, okay then." Lindsay wiped the tears from her eyes."Lindsay—I'm gonna go get to the bottom of this." I felt like Sherlock 
Holmes; trying to solve every mystery."Don't..you might get hurt..." Lindsay sadly remarked. I smiled."Don't worry. I'll be fine, I promise." Lindsay stood up the same timeas me, and gave me a big hug. She quickly retreated back to her seat,mumbling "Why are you so cold?""If you're going, I'm coming too." Shane took a deep breath and stoodup. He stared at me intently with his navy eyes, trying to send across themessage that I could trust him. "My dad owns an AK-47.""What? Seriously, man?" Matt couldn't believe it."Yeah.. he used to be in the army. But shut up, because the policedoesn't know about it." Shane winked, and fumbled with his car keys."Who's gonna drive me home?" Matt whimpered."I will." Lindsay said. She was being too kind today. Why?"Okay. I'll see you guys later." I waved, and pushed the Starbucksdoor open, accompanied by Shane.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -*LINDSAY'S POV (Point Of View)*- - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - -I watched Jazz and Shane walk off. There was no sunlight today (asusual) and I suddenly longed for sunny California. I was a 'California Girl'(as Katy Perry clearly stated), and moving to Forks had done me no good. Atleast back in California, I had a nice home, fresh clothes, and mostimportantly, parents.After my parents had passed away (from a car accident.. I wasspending the night at a friend's house so I wasn't with my parents.) I had been sent away to live with my aunt here in Forks. Sometimes I wish I haddied off in the accident, too, so I wouldn't have to put up with this crap. Myaunt (who says "Call me Nat—not any of that other 'aunt' bullsh!t your momtaught you.") is a terrible role model. Nearly every night she comes ataround 1-2 AM, drunk and smelling of stale beer. She sometimes has a small bag with her (it seems as if there's crushed leaves of some sort in it) and asmoking pipe. Whenever I ask her about it, she tells me it's nothing andhands me some old candy that a wasted guy probably gave her. But I'm not astupid little kid—I know it's pot that she has with her.My thinking stopped when I saw Matt rushing over, carrying a decaf frappe. I sat up straighter, and took the frappe. I sipped it, letting the hot,frothy liquid rush through me. I felt a surge of caffeine. "Mmmmmmmm.Thanks." I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy this. But it felt... wrong. Iopened my wallet and fished out three dollars.

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