Twilight Saga: New Moon Page #2

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MIKE:

You finish the Shakespeare assignment?

JESSICA:

He means will you finish his

assignment?

MIKE:

No, I don't -- okay I do.

BELLA:

I can help you with it -- but first --

(pulling out her camera)

I need a picture. My mom's expecting

a scrapbook full of memories.

ANGELA:

(holds up her own camera)

I take `em, I don't pose for `em.

BELLA:

You do today.

5.

She pushes Angela to the others; they arrange themselves --

JESSICA:

You'll photoshop my nose if it looks

big, right?

ERIC:

Don't worry, I'm in the picture; no

one will be looking at you guys.

Jessica scoffs, Angela points her camera at Bella; Mike and

Eric joust -- Bella aims --

FULL FRAME - THE CAMERA'S DIGITAL SCREEN

It FREEZES on them, fun, delightfully carefree... but when

the camera lowers, their playfulness has dissipated as they

see someone behind Bella. She turns to see --

EDWARD climbing out of his silver Volvo.

MIKE:

(dry)

Oh good. Cullen's here.

JESSICA:

(drier)

Yay.

The friends, uncomfortable, move off --

ERIC:

Check ya later.

-- But Bella doesn't register their tone. She's transfixed

by Edward who approaches, eyes never leaving hers. He

reaches her, washing away all her concerns --

EDWARD:

Happy birthday.

-- except that one. Her face falls.

BELLA:

Don't remind me.

EDWARD:

Your birth is definitely a day to

celebrate.

BELLA:

Not for me.

6.

EDWARD:

Eighteen is a little early to be

worrying about your age.

BELLA:

It's one year older than you.

EDWARD:

Bella, I'm ninety.

BELLA:

True. Maybe I should be creeped out

that I'm dating such an old guy.

EDWARD:

(smiles, amused)

Yes, it's the age that's creepy, not

the fact that you're dating a vampire.

Then he kisses her, tenderly, adoringly. She kisses him

back... despite their restraint, the passion mounts... until

he pulls away. As always, both are left wanting more.

Edward nods toward the school building --

EDWARD:

Class.

BELLA:

Right. Class.

Catching their breath, they start toward school... but

Edward stops, hearing something in his mind. Irritated.

EDWARD:

Someone wants you.

JACOB (O.S.)

Bella!

JACOB BLACK, 16, jogs up, carrying a used car part, long,

black ponytail wagging. He looks 18 due to his tall,

muscular body, but the gregarious Jacob is a little klutzy,

still catching up to his growth spurt. He nods to Edward,

who moves off to the side but eyes them.

BELLA:

God, Jacob, what are they feeding you

on that rez, steroids? You're huge.

JACOB:

Wouldn't seem so drastic if you came

around more.

7.

BELLA:

I will, soon. But isn't your school,

like, ten miles that way?

JACOB:

(re:
car part)

Just here buying this for the Rabbit.

I'm almost done with the rebuild.

Gotta come take a ride when it's done.

(as if remembering)

Oh, and hey, happy birthday. Your dad

told my dad. So...

He pulls from his coat a small woven DREAMCATCHER, feathers

dangling from it. He hands it to her.

JACOB:

I saw it the other day and thought of

you - it catches bad dreams.

BELLA:

This, I need. It's great.

EDWARD:

The bell's about to ring.

The bell RINGS. Jacob gives Edward an amiable smile, with

just a hint of snark.

JACOB:

Ooh, look at you, all psychic.

EDWARD:

I don't have that particular gift.

But I can read a watch. I'm clever

that way.

They share a tight smile. Bella intercedes, squeezing

Jacob's arm.

BELLA:

Bye, Jake, and thank you.

Edward guides her away. As they walk off --

EDWARD:

How come Jacob Black gets to give you

a gift and I don't?

BELLA:

He's just a friend.

8.

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