Kay, so it's a bit longer than twitter length *shrugs*. So, sue me.
With his brow furrowed, Quil pulled the curtain to his living room window to one side. He was sure he was hearing Bella Swan's truck. But wasn't she at Jake's house...?
With his eyes narrowed, he could make out the huge red truck, but not much else past the rain. It was stopped about two houses down, and in all honesty, it was a good thing she, it was obviously Bella's truck, so she had to be in it, had pulled over. It was raining way too hard to drive.
The title of the story will most likely be Barefoot Confessions.
I've got a couple of banners made. I'll post them, too. We can decide which one we like best then. :)
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