Squaw interrupted my adult-like thoughts with another inane question. "So is Forks driving you insane yet?"
"Oh, I'd say that's an understatement." I grimaced. He grinned like an idiot again.
I was still turning over the brief comment on the Cullens, and I had a sudden inspiration. It was a stupid plan, but I didn't have any better ideas. I hoped that young Squaw was as yet inexperienced in the wiles of women, so that he wouldn't see through my thinly veiled attempt at manipulating him.
"Do you want to walk down by the beach with me?" I asked, trying to imitate the way Fredward had of looking at me with his eyelashes. It couldn't have nearly the same effect, I was sure, but Squaw jumped up with what looked to be a hard-on.
As we walked north across the multihued stones toward the driftwood seawall, the clouds finally closed ranks across the sky, causing the sea to harden and the temperature to drop. I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my jacket.
"So you're, what, sixteen?" I asked, trying not to look like an idiot as I fluttered my eyelids.
"I j-j-just turned f-fifteen," he confessed, flattered.
"Really?" My face was full of surprise, mouth widened into a big O. "I would have thought you were older."
"I'm big my for age," he said, evidently trying to work some magic of his own.
"Do you come up to Forks much?" I asked archly, as if I was hoping for a yes. I sounded idiotic to myself. I was

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