Alright, so first chapter. This idea all came from the fact that I am a Fantastic Twihard and for whatever reason, unbenounced to me I acquired a deep obsession with a not-so-popular member of the Cullen family. So, in the interest of my fellow FTH's I thought I'd write a fanfiction in dedication to him and I. Enjoy, comment. I'll try and stay on top of it as well as get back in the swing of writing on my other two. Thanks for taking interest!
This had to be one of the longest car rides in history. A week of non-stop driving in a small cockpit, crammed between my mother and father. The stench of diesel fumes clouding the little hair we had. And I thought moving from California to Tennessee was bad. But this would be all worth it. Every nasty, unclean pit stop to use the bathroom, every cheap dinner with lousy orange juice. All of it. After all, I was moving to my dream home. Forks, Washington.
Finally, we were here. Stepping out of the large vehicle I breathed in the chilly, yet refreshing air with a smile. I looked back at the horrid moving van we had come here in and found my parents asking a gas station clerk how to get to our new home. "It's about three miles up that road and to your left. You can't miss it." the middle age man said, pointing us just outside of the stations parking lot. "Thank you, sir." my dad said before turning back to get into our mode of transportation.
Eh, I did not want to get back into that sardine packet, but I did anyway. Knowing in a matter of minutes I'd be home for good.
As we traveled down the road surrounded by bright green forest my heart rate began to quicken. I smiled, thinking that if a Cullen was anywhere near they'd be able to hear my pulse from miles away. The thought tickled me. I was in their home state, making it my own. If only they were real, I sighed internally.
My main reason for moving to such a remote little town was because of an obsession of mine. Twilight. It was a book series I just happen to come upon one day. I had no idea it would come to this. I sleep, eat and breath it. After reading the three in the series that were out, I knew I was destined to move here. Real or not, just imagining they were out roaming in trees of the surrounding land would be more then enough to keep my adrenalin running.
Lost in thought of a vision of Edward Cullen running along side out speeding truck, I was brought back to reality by the sight of my new house. It wasn't too big of a home, but it reminded me of what my mind made up for Bella's abode. My dad parked and killed the engine. "Here we are." my mom said, "Home sweet home."
As soon as I stepped onto the grass of my front lawn I could feel a since of right. Like this was where I was meant to be. My grin grew wider and I could see my parents through the corner of my eye, watch me in great satisfaction. "She's happy." my dad whispered. "Yes, yes she it." My mom's voice broke as she came over to envelope her arms around me. I held her back, not taking my eyes off of the place I lived now.
My mom let go and headed toward the back of the truck, "We'll take what we need for tonight inside and leave the rest of it tomorrow. We need rest from all that traveling." My dad agreed and moved to open the large door of the van. I turned around, still sneaking peaks back at the house infront of me. "Brittany, why don't you go check out our back yard. Do some exploring." my mom prompted. "Yeah, and tell me if you see any animals!" my dad said excitedly. I chuckled a little and agreed. "Alright. Will do."
I fallowed the house around toward the back, the billions of trees being the first thing I saw. My backyard was a forest. I grinned, passing the deck, leading myself into the woods. As I traveled further, I touched my hand to every tree I could come in contact with, the fuzzy moss tickling my fingers when I did.
Just then something bright caught my attention from the floor. My eyebrow lifted in suspicion as I bent down to pick it up. As I brought it to my face, I saw what it was. Some sort of sports team logo from a wrist band. I eyed it oddly before shrugging and putting it my jacket pocket. I'd let my father know we have a sports fantastic making their home in our backyard.
I thought of Emmett. A member of the Cullen family from my favorite book. I wish, I shook my head at myself.
I didn't walk much deeper into the forest, not wanting to loose site of my house in fear of getting lost, so I wove in and out of the trees around me, being careful not to slip and have a Bella moment.
I titled my head up toward the sky, seeing patches of grey cloud among the canopy of leaves. A little black bird hoped from branch to branch, until he found his nest in between two fo them.
I smiled, looking back froward and in that moment I heard a snap of a twig behind me. I turned to see what it was, but there was nothing there. I heard it again on the other side of me, this time when I looked I found the culprit. A small brown squirrel sat up straight, watching my intently. "Hey there, little guy." I said softly, relieved it wasn't a larger animal, but disappointed it wasn't Emmett looking for his lost sports emblem. The squirrel sniffed toward me, before seeming to relax a bit. "You better get used to me. I'll be around here from now on." I said, warning the little rodent.
My mom's voice broke out amongst the trees just then, "Brittany! Come pick your room!" she yelled, scaring the squirrel and causing it to run fast, deep into the woods. "Coming!" I frowned.
As I headed back toward the house a flash of something ran past me at an inhuman rate. I looked around me quickly. "Little guy?" I said quietly, knowing to well that that squirrel wasn't that big or that fast. "Mom?" I said a bit louder, but no one answered. It's just my imagination, I thought before continuing forward. As I neared the forests end the blur flashed past me again, this time on my opposite side. My pulse quickened, "Look, if you want your little pieces of plastic sports thing, just ask. You don't have to scare the crap out of me." I said, letting my voice carry though the trees.
No one answered.
"Who are you talking to, hun?", my dad asked from behind me, leaning against the back door. "No one, I think my minds playing tricks on me." I said shaking my head at myself as I headed up the stares onto the deck. "No animals then, hu?" he questions letting me past him and into the house. "Yeah, there was a bird and a squirrel." I reported, stepping a foot further into the kitchen. "Oh!" I said turning to face him, "And pretty sure that squirrel is a sports fan, cuz right before the little thing appeared I found this," I said, digging the thing out of my pocket. My father took it into his hand and brought it closer to his face so he could see it without needing his glasses. "Hmm. That's weird. Must have been from the previous owner." he shrugged. "Yeah, probably." I hadn't thought of that.
I was debating whether to tell him about the smear of something I saw not once, but twice. But what would he say? What proof did I have? None.