Title: Can't Stay Away

Summary: "Once we reached the table, Alice spoke, announcing us to her friends. The two girls turned around, and my eyes locked onto the most beautiful pair of chocolate eyes I had ever seen." Edward and Emmett didn't want to move away from London, but things change once they meet their dream girls at Forks High.

Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own Twilight

Thank you to my amazing Beta TeamUnderdog :)

Chapter One

Edward Point Of View

"Edward!" Tanya cried from across the crowded room, waving her hands frantically, trying to gain my attention. She stumbled towards me, spilling her dark drink onto the cream carpet.

"I'm going to miss you!" She sobbed, throwing her arms around my torso, holding onto me with surprising strength. Alcohol assaulted my senses, causing me to recoil with the stench. She cried into my shoulder, darkening my jacket with her tears. I gently shrugged her off me, holding her at arm's length.

"You too, Tanya," I lied, gritting my teeth into a false smile. She grinned at me, before stumbling off somewhere, no doubt to be sick. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I scanned the large room, trying to spot Emmett over the crowd of dancing bodies. I found him making out with a random girl in the corner of the room.

"Emmett!" I yelled over the thudding music. He turned toward me, giving me an inquiring look.

"When is everyone going?" I asked, annoyed. Trust Emmett to throw a leaving party. It was three o'clock in the frigging morning for God's sake. He simply shrugged before turning back towards the blond. I sighed, knowing that it was a pointless task to try talking to him. Instead, I walked toward the door, wrestling past the sweaty bodies, needing fresh air.

Once outside, I sat on the swing bench, pulling my jacket closer to my body. I sighed, taking in the view for the last time. I loved England. I didn't know if it was the rolling hills, the pure air or the breathtaking views. Everything about it felt like home. We had lived in the same house for seventeen years; a small country cottage with small windows, flowers covering the walls and a white picket fence. All my memories revolved around my hometown. God, I was going to miss this. Unlike me, Emmett couldn't wait to leave. He couldn't stand our small village on the outskirts of London. My dad had taken a job that he apparently couldn't refuse as a surgeon in a small hospital that was willing to pay high wages. The only catch was that it was in America. And my mum guilt tripped Emmett and me into joining them.

"Cheer up, Eddie!" Emmett yelled across the large garden, apparently walking over to sit by me, "It might never happen," he added as he fell down next to me, causing the bench to rock back.

"Already has," I whispered, my voice hardly traveling. He turned towards me, thumping me hard on the back.

"What the hell is wrong with you? We are moving to the USA! Think of all the girls!" He was practically drooling, and I couldn't help but frown at the way he spoke. It was like they were a piece of meat to him.

"Seriously, Edward. Sometimes I swear you're gay! I mean, you have all these girls practically throwing themselves at you, and you just ignore them!"

"I am not gay! I'm just waiting for the right girl," I retorted, sighing heavily before taking a swig of cider.

"Like I said, gay!" He teased. I swung for him, missing him by inches as he jumped back.

"Look, just cause I don't snog every girl in London doesn't mean that I'm gay. I want it to be meaningful and passionate. Not a neck with any random girl in the back of my car," I eyed Emmett, giving him a pointed glance.

"Aw, my brother, the village prude," Emmett sang, pursing his lips in thought.

"Aw, my brother, the village slag," I spat back, getting up from my seat and walking towards the back of the garden, where a small stream trickled, the sound somewhat therapeutic.

"I'm sorry, Edward," Emmett's voice startled me as he sat next to me again, "It's just that with the move and everything, I am a bit edgy. I mean, I can't wait to move, it's just that we are leaving everything we have ever known, and it scares me," he whispered, ducking his head shamefully.

"I know what you mean," I sighed, standing up, "Come on. Why don't we kick everyone out, get drunk, and have a heated game of Guitar Hero?" Emmett laughed, pushing himself up next to me.

"Sounds good. Race ya!" He yelped, already halfway across the garden.

"Oh, it's on, Cullen!" I ran until my legs hurt, beating him by a stride.

"Oh, yes! And the mighty Edward Anthony Masen Cullen beats the wimpy Emmett McCarthy Cullen!" I yelled, my voice echoing in the open air as I did a little victory dance.

"Dude, please stop before anyone sees," Emmett laughed, pulling me into a headlock. And with that, I smiled for the first time in three weeks.


"Edward, come on! We have to be at the airport in forty minutes!" Emmett yelled, beeping the horn of his Land Rover. I sighed, half running down the crooked stairs, pulling my large suitcase in tow. Once at the doorway, I turned, looking back at the empty house.

"Bye, house." I whispered, a lump rising in my throat. Last night, after Emmett passed out on the floor, I walked around the village, saying goodbyes to my favourite places. I went to the church where I was christened, the park where I used to play, my primary school, and the graveyard to visit my grandparents. It still didn't make leaving any easier. I smiled gently before closing the door for the final time. I chucked my suitcase into the back of the Land Rover before clambering into the passenger seat.

"Ready?" Emmett asked, starting the engine. I nodded meekly, staring out the window, watching the scenery pass.

Once at the airport, we waited for what seemed like ages before we boarded our flight. I managed to pass the nine-hour flight by reading and listening to my iPod, but it still dragged. Eventually, we made it to Seattle, and the moment I stepped off the plane, I knew something was wrong. The air felt different and I was struggling to breath.

"You okay, man?" Emmett asked, knowing that I occasionally have panic attacks.

I shook my head, getting out of the way of the other passengers. Emmett followed me and told me how to breath, and my breathing eventually became normal and steady.

"Thanks," I wheezed, resting my hands on my knees, trying to get rid of the resulting light-headedness.

"Ready?" Emmett asked as we walk toward where Esme and Carlisle stood, waiting for us. I plastered a fake smile on my face, trying to hide the pain.

"Boys!" Mum cried, pulling us into a hug. My mum was a beautiful woman. Her heart shaped face was framed by deep mahogany hair that grazed her shoulder blades, falling in gentle waves, her eyes the same green as mine.

"It's only been a week, Mum!" I laughed, kissing her cheek.

"Yes, but I still miss my babies," she mumbled, pinching Emmett's chin.

"Mum, I'm eighteen, and Eddie here is seventeen. We are practically adults!" Emmett whined, hating being called a baby.

"You will always be my baby," she hugged him, her head resting on his chest because of the height difference. I walked over to my dad, pulling him into a death grip.

"I am proud of you son," he whispered, patting my back. I nodded, blinking back the tears, focusing on my father's face. Both Emmett and I had inherited our father's strong jaw line and nose. Emmett got his pale blue eyes off him as well, but neither of us got our hair from our parents. I got my unruly mop of bronze hair from my Uncle Edward, hence the name. Carlisle said that as soon as I was born, it was the first thing they noticed. Emmett got this thick brown curls from Granddad Platt, Esme's dad. Once composed, I turned back to my mum.

"Why don't you show us this new house, then?" I asked, watching my mum's grin get even wider.

"This is a good thing, Edward. You will see," She said with so much certainty, I almost believed her. All I did was nod gently, trying to fix a smile onto my face. As we walked towards the door, a huge gust of air hit us, causing a shiver to run through my body.

"Bloody hell! Its colder than frigging England!" Emmett cried, rubbing his forearms for warmth. My dad just laughed, thwacking him gently on the back of the head.

"Well, you will get used to it then," Dad chuckled, highly amused by his joke. Emmett mock laughed before a scowl set his face. It was another three hour drive to Forks, which passed quickly as Esme filled us in on where we lived, and the area itself. After a while, pleasant silence fill the car, giving me a chance to think.

It was weird, driving on the opposite side of the road, something I would have to get used to, I guess. Once we got off the main road, we traveled down a small dirt track before finally coming to a brown gate. From here, you could see the house. It was a large, L-shaped building with three large, white windows spread evenly across it. A huge wooden door was placed to the left of the house with vines growing up the sides, just like out old house. It was made out of three different coloured bricks; black, red and sand, which were all spread evenly creating a very nice pattern. A huge garden surrounded it, filled with trees and flowers. It was like a little slice of England smack bang in the middle of America. For a few moments, I was speechless. Finally, I turned to Esme.

"I love it!" I laughed, hugging my mum.

"I just wanted to make everything a bit more bearable. I designed it myself, and I had everything imported from England as well," she beamed, staring lovingly at her creation. Before she had Emmett and me, Esme was a Architect. She loved it, but once she had us, she gave it up, claiming to love us more than her job. I believed her, but I could tell she missed it. It was nice to see her find her passion again.

"Oh, and wait till you see the inside. It's to die for!" She squealed, bouncing on the spot. Carlisle pressed a white button beside the gate and I watched in awe as it opened, then Carlisle drove through, parking in the garage.

"Honey can you..." Esme started, smiling loving at Carlisle.

"I got it, honey. Go show the boys around the house," he waved his hands in the general direction of the house, before pulling our suitcases out of the boot. Esme grabbed mine and Emmett's hands, pulling us through a large door that lead to the kitchen. It was a large area that had cabinets surrounding two sides of the room, the doors a dark brown colour. Each had an old-fashioned handle and there was an old gas cooker placed in the middle of the cabinets. An island was placed in the middle of the room, that also doubled us as a breakfast bar. The low ceiling was decorated with dark wooden beams.

"Wow!" Emmett gasped, running towards the large wine racket, pulling out a vintage bottle of red wine.

"Easy!" Esme warned, grabbing the bottle out of his hand, "That cost a hundred dollars!" God, that was one expensive bottle of wine. And, dollars? For God's sake, now I have to learn a new currency.

"Oh, Edward! Wait till you see your room," she cried happily, pulling me up the staircase.

"It's quite a big house," I mused, mostly towards myself.

"Of course. You don't think I would have another pokey little house like the one back home, do you?" She laughed, leading me through endless hallways. I was kind of hurt; I loved the old house, but I tried not to let it show. Finally she stopped in a small corridor, with three doors leading off, one at the end, and the other two facing each other.

"This is your 'wing' of the house. This corner of the house is yours, and the other one," she pointed in the general direction of the bit we just came from. "Is Emmett's. The main part of the house is mine and your fathers. So you will both have a bit of privacy," she lead us to one of the two doors opposite each other. "This is your room," she announced before opening the door, gesturing for me to go through. It was a large room at the back of the house. The whole back wall was glass, which looked onto acres of forest, which gave the house a modern feel as well as old. The entire left wall was a huge bookshelf, filled with every book imaginable and the entire right side filled with my CD's. The front wall was gold, and my bed placed against it with black covers and a gold throw.

"It's amazing," I whispered, unsure what to say.

"That is not the best bit," Esme walked over to the bookshelves and pushed a button, causing a door within the bookcase to open, creating a walk in wardrobe.

"Very James Bond," I laughed, hugging my mum.

"There is more," She pulled me back into the hallway, bringing me to the door at the end.

"Okay, close your eyes," She said, trying to reach my head. I laughed, deciding to humour her and ducked, so she could reach. Her hands clasped over my eyes, directing me into the room.

"Ready?" she asked, unable to keep the excitement out her voice. I nodded, laughing at her enthusiasm. She let go and the sight before me nearly made me cry. The room was quite small, empty apart from a large white sofa resting against the wall, to the left of the most beautiful grand piano I had ever seen. It was on a raised platform and the black colour stood out from the all the whiteness of the room. Facing it was a glass window, just like the one in my room, but from here you could see a small river and hear birds singing. I was speechless.

"I know that you didn't want to come here Edward. I know you did it for me, but I promise that it will be well worth it. I just know it." She smiled gently, tears trickling slowly down her face before walking over and pulling me into a hug.

"I love you, Edward," she cried, rubbing my back affectionately.

"I know. I love you, too, mum."

"Will you play for me?" She asked, staring at me hopefully. I nodded before walking over to the piano and playing her favourite song; one that I composed after watching the love that she and dad shared. After, she showed me around the rest of the house before I excused myself from dinner, claiming to have jet lag. I walked in the general direction of my room before eventually finding it. I stripped off my clothes, leaving me in only my boxers. I peeled the bed covers back gingerly, climbing onto the comfy mattress. Surprisingly, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.


I awoke to the sound of my alarm beeping, the repetitive shrill bringing me to consciousness. I groaned loudly, reaching blindly for the alarm clock next to me. My hand hit the table several times before finally shutting up the stupid devise. I rolled over, trying to get more sleep. Half way through unconsciousness, Emmett walked into my room.

"Raise and shine, darling!" He bellowed, jumping on my bed. How could anyone be so chipper in the morning, I didn't know.

"Fuck off, Emmett or I swear to God I will throw you out the window!" I mumbled, my voice muffled by the pillow.

"Nope, because guess what! We are going back to high school today!" I couldn't help but groan. Back in England, you leave high school when you are sixteen, and then go to college. But oh no, America had to be awkward and make me do another year of high school.

"And your happy about that?" I asked, finally lifting my head from the pillow.

"Not particularly. But, hey! We now live in America and with our sexy accents and charming good looks. We will be living the high life!"

"Emmett you are so stupid," I said, pulling myself off the warm bed.

"Where you going?" he asked, looking at me wearily.

"Shower!" I yelled out, already in the bathroom. I stripped off and stepped into the shower letting the hot water rush over me, intently relaxing me. Shampoo suds covered me, making my skin slippery. After standing there aimlessly for a few minutes, I jumped out, grabbing a towel and securing it around my waist. I walked back into my room, grateful to find that Emmett had gone. I walked into my amazing wardrobe, only to find that it had been restocked with many articles of clothing. After trying to find a decent outfit, I finally settled on a pair of dark denim jeans that hung low on my hips, a white tee shirt, a dark leather jacket, and my white Converse. After giving myself the approval, I walked downstairs, following the smell of food. I walked into the kitchen, noticing a huge pile of toast on Emmett's plate. Skillfully, I snatched one, shoving it in my mouth before he could say anything.

"Hey! Haven't you learned to never steal my food?" He growled, pulling his plate closer to his body. I raised my hands in defence before making myself a cup of tea. I leaned against the counter, looking at my older brother. He was dressed in pale jeans along with a black polo shirt that showed off his strong muscles. He caught me looking and smiled.

"Checking me out, bro?" he asked. I growled, knitting my eye brows together.

"Shut up, Em. I was just seeing what you were wearing. We have a to make a good first impression," I drank the rest of my tea before throwing it into the sink.

"By the way, you look good. All the girls are going to be drooling over you, man!" He exclaimed, and I rolled my eyes before sitting next to him. Mum walked in, smiling at us.

"Oh boys! You look dashing," she smiled, and I noticed a camera in her hand. Emmett and I groaned in unison.

"Mum, were not four!" Emmett whined, giving off the impression of a little child. Mums face fell and she looked upset. Her bottom lip pouted out and her eyes welled up with tears.

"Fine!" We both broke. Mum had us wrapped around her little finger and she knew it.

"Yay!" She exclaimed, telling us how to pose. After she snapped a few photos, she wished us good look before giving us directions to Forks High School. We walked into the garage and got inside my Volvo. Both mine and Emmett's other car were still to be imported from England, and that could take anything up to four weeks, so we were stuck with the Volvo for now. Weirdly enough, driving on the opposite side of the road wasn't as difficult as I first thought. My driving instincts were still there, so it came naturally. We pulled into the Forks High School car park and luckily, it was fairly empty. I parked the car before getting out.

"Where to now, oh brother of mine?" Emmett asked as he got out of the passenger side.

"I'm guessing we should go get our slips," I nodded in the direction a small building with the word 'office' on a small plate next to the door. Emmett chuckled as he walked into the building, capturing the attention of the lady behind the desk.

"Hello. I'm Emmett Cullen, and this is my brother, Edward Cullen. We are here to collect our slips," he jerked his thumb in my direction. The woman behind the counter looked flustered as she thumbed through the endless piles of paper before eventually finding our slips and schedules.

"Thank you," I said once she handed them to us. We walked back outside, unsure of what to do next. I glanced at my schedule, groaning.

Period 1- Trig – M13: Mr. Bolton
Period 2- English – E2: Miss Graham
Period 3- Music – P6: Mrs. Island
Lunch
Period 4- AP Biology – S4: Mr. Banner
Period 5- Phys Ed – Hall: Coach Carlson

"That bad?" Emmett asked, glancing at his own. I nodded, sighing before putting the slip in my pocket.

"Hey!" I heard from across the car park. I looked up, finding someone walking over to us. He was fairly tall with unruly, wavy blond hair and pale blue eyes that, even though the colour was closer to ice, looked warm and friendly.

"Hi, I'm Jasper," he said, his voice had a distinctive twang that I recognised from films. He held out his hand, and I shook it after Emmett did.

"Edward," I smiled after I let go.

"Well you're in luck, guys. I've been given the task of showing you around this dump," he smiled, waving his arms in the direction of the school. We laughed and made small talk as he escorted us into the school. Everywhere we went, people stared, which made me nervous. But, Jasper distracted us, which I was grateful for.

"So what do you have first?" Jasper asked us.

"Trig with Mr. Bolton," I replied and the smile on his face grew.

"Me too. What about you, Emmett?" He asked, looking at my brother. Emmett answered, smiling back at Jasper.

"That's on the way. I'll show you where it is," we walked to class together and talked easily.

"So, you're from England?" He asked, and both Emmett and I nodded. Jasper, too, was not from around here. He moved from Texas when he was fourteen, so he knew what it was like to be the new kid.

"It was horrible. The only good thing was that my sister was with me, so it wasn't so hard. Everyone stared at me shamelessly, much like they are at you now," he laughed, showing Emmett where his classroom was. We wished him luck before walking into our lesson. I walked to the teacher who was sitting at his desk, watching the clock.

"Ah, you must be Edward," he said in recognition as he noticed me.

"Yes, sir. That's me," He quieted the class before introducing me.

"Everyone, this is Edward. Why don't you say a bit about yourself?" My eyes widened as I turned around to see the whole class staring at me.

"Hi. I'm Edward, and I just moved here from England," I swear I heard a collective sigh as I spoke. I walked towards the empty seat that Jasper saved for me and noticed that he had his arm around a girls neck as she leaned into him.

"Hi, Edward, I'm Alice! It's great to meet you! I'm so excited you're here! Are you? Oh, we are going to have so much fun!" Alice clapped, practically bouncing up and down in her seat. Jasper just laughed, used to Alice's ways.

"Edward, this is my girlfriend, Alice Brandon," Jasper introduced her as Alice hugged me. Mr. Bolton coughed, and I turned my attention to him for the first part of the lesson. After he had explained the work that had to be done, Jasper, Alice, and me talked.

"I can just tell you're going to get along with Bella and Rose just fine!" Alice announced. My eye brows knitted together and Alice laughed, the sound close to chimes.

"Rosalie is Jasper's sister, and Bella is our best friend," Alice explained, while working out an equation. I nodded before finishing off the work. We talked until class ended, before walking off to next lesson. Alice was in most of my lessons, so I walked with her to English. Luckily, Miss Graham didn't make me introduce myself. She just told me what to do and let me get on with it. We were studying Romeo and Juliet, something I had covered many times back at home, so I didn't find it hard.

The rest of the day flew by, and before I knew it, I was walking with Jasper and Emmett to lunch. My eyes surveyed the room, finding Alice sitting at a table with two girls, presumably Rosalie and Bella. They were facing Alice, so all I could see was the back of their heads. Alice saw us, waving frantically for us to join them. I felt eyes on me everywhere I went, which unnerved me slightly. Once we reached the table, Alice spoke, announcing us to her friends. The two girls turned around, and my eyes locked onto the most beautiful pair of chocolate eyes I had ever seen.


So guys, this is the first chapter :) Please tell me if you like it. And the second chapter is nearly finished, so it will not be long until its up.

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