Sunrise.
Chapter 1 Promise me.
"Alright Renesmee, you can do this." I chanted to myself, while looking in the mirror. "You got this in the bag!"
I was looking myself in the mirror for self-reassurance. I don't know why I was chanting to myself in my pink-tiled bathroom on a Saturday night. We have been in Forks, Washington for a week now. Some boxes still filled my room and some of the rooms around the house. My mother, Esme, didn't know what she wanted to do just yet. Living off of delivery foods or take-outs my dad, Carlisle, brought on his way home from work. I sure did miss home cooked meals from Esme.
My twin brother, Edward, was staying down the hall from me and I could hear his music blasting. We might be twins, but sometimes we were really different. Technically he was older by, like, maybe, two minutes. He really did take that to his advantage. I hated it when he did that. He had the same colored bright emerald green eyes and the copper hair, just like me. Our mother, Esme, had the caramel colored hair and dark eyes and Carlisle had blonde hair. We don't know where our coppered hair came from, but its nice having someone there for me. Meaning, Edward.
"Why are you talking to yourself?" I bite my tongue to hold back a loud scream as Edward, literally, came out of nowhere to stand at my bathroom entrance.
"Have you ever heard of knocking?" I snapped at him.
He rolled his eyes and smiled, "Until all of your stuff is packed…this is a free roaming house."
That night at dinner it was silent. We were all sitting around the big oval mahoney table eating Chinese food out the box. Edward was scorching down his food while Esme was staring at him shaking her head. Carlisle was checking his phone every now and then and I was just sitting there picking at my food.
We weren't usually a quiet family—but since we moved from Chicago we have been a bit distant from each other. I think it's just because of the new house and environment. Edward and I were really close. So close that no sibling should be as close as us. Carlisle thinks it is unhealthy for me to be so dependent on Edward, but I can't really help myself. Esme thinks it is nice that Edward and are close and can always count on each other. We are a pretty close knit family and nothing can break us.
"So," Carlisle began, trying to break the silence. "school starts, for you guys, on Monday."
"That's two days." Edward stated.
"Thank you Mr. Obvious." I rolled my eyes, stuffing some fried rice in my mouth.
"Shut it, Ness."
"Make me." I shot back at him, smiling.
He reached and grabbed a handful of shrimp fried rice off of his plate. He was just about to throw it at me but Esme's voice intercepted his plan, "That is enough. No food fights in this house. Food fights equal punishment. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am." Edward and I said at the same time in the same exact tone. Esme smiled and started drinking her red wine.
Carlisle cleared his throat and smiled, "Forks High School. You can either ride the bus…or drive your own car."
"I want a car!" I immediately said, dropping my fork. "Edward has his Volvo. I don't want to be riding with him my entire life."
"Feeling is mutual, Sister." Edward scoffed, leaning back in his chair. I kicked it and he fell backwards and hit the ground. He stood up immediately and just smiled. I gulped. Shit.
"Renesmee, dishes." Esme said in a stern voice. "Edward go finish unpacking the boxes in the living room."
Before Edward and I could leave Carlisle's voice stopped us, "I already bought your school supplies. They are upstairs in my office. We can wait to go school shopping. School starts at seven."
I sighed and started picking up the dishes off the dining table. High school. Great. I didn't want to go to this high school. I wanted to go to the high school back in Chicago. Red High School, home of the Bulls; where I had friends and practically a life. Not saying I was popular or anything. But I wasn't an outcast either. Edward and I were pretty cool back in my hometown. But hopefully, in this town, we would have a different set of friends. Since we always hang out with each other we would have the same friends. I loved my brother and all, but I have to have my own life right? But I will always depend on him.
"Nessie?" My mother voice came from behind me. I was standing at the kitchen sink doing the dishes that were made tonight and putting away the ones that were boxes. When I didn't say anything she came to stand beside me and continued, "I know school is tomorrow. I am sure you will do fine, but…"
Ah, Esme was always the worrier. "Don't worry about it Mom, if you want me to watch out for Edward all you have to do is ask."
She chuckled and grabbed a wet dish out of my hand and started to dry it. "No. That's not it."
"Then what is it?" I finally got a look at her face and it was…sad? Worried? It was some type of emotion I just couldn't make out.
"This school is completely different from Red, Sweetheart." I opened my mouth to say something but she just shook her head, "It's smaller and…just be careful. I have met some of these girls and they are nice. But, still, you just have to watch your back."
"Got it." I mumbled, looking down at my soapy hands.
"I am being serious, Renesmee." God. She just had to use my full first name. If she does that you are either in trouble or she wants you to be serious. Just like this case.
Esme was the good type of mother. She was the laid back type of mom that didn't get up in your business. The only time you can call her by her first name is when you are mad at her. She told us "I can take a hint." And that was it. I loved my mom and everyone else did too. It wasn't hard to fall in love with her. Long as you had good manners and didn't do anything bad, you are on her good side and you are clear to go. She never has a frown on her face and when she does you immediately want to comfort her and just cuddle up next to her. She is your ear if you just want to talk to someone. Best mom ever. I see why Carlisle fell in love with her.
"I know Mom." I smiled, reassuringly at her. "I will be careful. I am guessing Dad is having the same conversation with Edward?"
She just smiled and shrugged her delicate shoulders, "About boyfriends…"
I groaned. "Mom…please.."
"I know. I am not going to pry. But…if you have a boyfriend, before your first date I want to meet him. Officially." I shook my head.
"What if we don't make it past the first date? Usually guys tend to go away from me when—"She gave me a glare and I giggled and smiled, "not because of Edward, but because I don't give them what they want."
"Good. Save it." She patted my back, softly. "Remember I love you and Edward."
"We know." She gave me a soft kiss on my forehead before walking out of the kitchen.
I shook my head and let the rest of the dirty water out of the sink. I grabbed the wet rag and started wiping down things humming to myself. I couldn't wait until I get my guitar and the piano comes in. It was suppose to be here this weekend, but they had to ship if all the way from Italy. Pretty cool, huh? We were going to get two pianos but Carlisle said that it was just a waste of space in the living room. I was actually thinking about having it in my room over in the corner. I have nothing to put of there, but Carlisle won't budge. So the black piano that we ordered is going in the living room.
I walked past the large den into the living room to see Edward sitting on the floor sorting out glasses that belong on the TV stand. He had it from different shapes and sizes. He was such an organizing freak.
"Are you nervous?" He asked me as I sat down on the white couch.
"Nope, now about you?" I pulled my legs up and wrapped my arms around my knees. He smiled at me and I put my chin on my knees.
"Don't worry about a thing." He assured me. I could only smile a little bit. "Seriously, don't. We did well in Chicago…we can do well here."
"Talking to me or yourself there Ed?" He flicked me off for using his nickname that he hates so much.
He stuck his tongue out at me and rolled his eyes, "Both of us."
Edward might have had friends back in Chicago, but he still got into fights. His temper gets the best of him. I have a temper too, but I keep mine under complete control. I only turn into a bitch when necessary and Edward just unleashes his asshole-ness whenever that button is clicked. Trust me…that button is clicked all the time. Whether it is me, Esme or Carlisle; sometimes even Grandma Elizabeth and Grandpa Edward.
"I am sure you will do fine." I sighed and leaned back against the sofa.
"Remember that twin telepathy thing that happened last year?" He asked me after a few seconds of silence.
Yeah. I remember. Edward was getting jumped and it felt like I was getting jumped. I didn't get hurt, but he sure did. I just felt what he was feeling and it didn't feel so good. He tried to control his anger more but that didn't work out so great. He still got into fights…but he learned how to fight better so that other guy could barely touch him. I am proud of him but it didn't make Esme and Carlisle proud when they had to go pick him up from the police station and he was covered in bruises with a few broken ribs. And enter the counseling…
"Yeah, we will know if something happens to either of us." He nodded. I didn't know if he was trying to assure himself or me, but I just smiled back.
I basically rolled off the couch and crawled over to him, snuggling into his side. "Will you chill out? School hasn't even started yet and you are acting like a little girl."
"Shut up. I am trying to have a moment with you and you are ruining it." He said as he placed the glass vase he had in his hand down. Wrapping an arm around my shoulders he said, "Are you going to interrupt our moment?"
"I will be quiet." I chuckled and looked up at him from under my eye lashes.
"You won't will you?" His lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes were dancing with amusement.
"Nope."
"Well, I just want to say I will always be here for you. No matter what." His face straightened out as he looked down at me.
"I know, Edward, I know." I sighed and moved out of his embrace. "Same for me…okay? No fights. Promise me."
"Unless they do something, right?" He asked with hope in his eyes.
"Not even that." I shook my head, my hair hitting Edward in the face.
He grabbed my hair and flipped it over my shoulder with a grim look on his face, "I promise."
"I'll take what I can get." I said as I stood up, "Because that doesn't sound like a good promise."
"Dear oh mighty Renesmee Carlie Cullen, I promise not to get into any fights." He laughed getting on his knees, bowing down to me.
"Good, little peasant. Now, finish putting this stuff up!" I stomped my foot and hit him on the top of his head.
