Creating Memories Chapter 1: Introduction, a twilight fanfic

Introduction - BPOV

'Uh…Mum?'

'Yes darling?'

'Rose and I would like to tell you something.' I frown. 'Well, more like ask you something.'

Renee's eyes grew wide. 'You're not pregnant are you?' Her face morphed into one of horror. 'Oh, I hoped that my daughters wouldn't make the same mistakes that I d-'

'MUM!' I yelled.

She stopped mid-rant and turned to face me. 'What?'

'We're not pregnant! What we wanted to ask you is nothing close to the conclusion you came to!'

Renee sighed in relief. 'Okay then, what was it you wanted to ask me?'

I glanced at Rose. 'Well, Charlie rang us the other day, and he said that he just bought a new house, and if we'd like to, we could go and live there for a while, catch up with our old friends. So I said that I'd talk to you about it, and see what you said.'

'Also, we haven't seen Charlie in five years, and we thought it would be a good opportunity to go visit him and catch up after all this time.' Rose adds. 'Plus, it's good timing. Aren't you planning to tour with Phil on his baseball tournament?'

Renee rested her chin on her hands and looked at us. 'I don't want to force you to go live with Charlie just because I'm going away with Phil.'

'No, you're not! We'd be really happy to go to Forks again and see Charlie.' I said.

'You sure?'

'Yeah.'

'Okay then, if you really want to, you can go book your plane tickets for Forks. My credit card's somewhere in the study.'

'Thanks Mum.' I smile.

I follow Rose upstairs, and she gets out her laptop. We sit on her beige coloured carpet, leaning against the bed, and select a domestic flight for Forks, Washington from Jacksonville, Florida.

Rose is ten months older than me, but she was born in January, so we're in the same year level at school. We're very alike in features, apart from the fact that her hair has more of a caramel tone to it, unlike mine, which is a dark, chocolate brown. We're both of similar height, standing at 5'6, which is alright, I guess. Being in the Florida sun for five years has slightly tanned my pale skin, which finally gives me some colour and stops me from looking like an albino. Frankly, I couldn't have asked for a better sister. She's supportive, loyal and understanding towards me, and gives the most amazing advice. I'm really lucky.

'Hey Bella, do you mind running down to get Mum's credit card? We forgot to get it on the way up.' Rose asks.

'Yeah, sure.'

As I walk down the stairs, I mentally thank Renee for enrolling me in ballet classes when I was younger. When I was a kid, I tripped over any flat surface, and was labelled as a safety hazard. Renee, upon seeing this, tried all measures to improve my coordination and sense of equilibrium, and it worked. Ballet gave me the grace and balance I needed to go about my daily life without falling on my face. And I am eternally grateful. Period. And an extra bonus is that I'm trained in three genres of dance – ballet, jazz and contemporary. It never really came in handy, but I guess it's a useful thing to have.

Walking into the study, my eyes widen at the mess. Manilla folders and papers are strewn in piles all over the room, and not an inch of the desk can be seen under all the paperwork. However, I know Renee, so I pick the biggest pile, wedge my hand underneath, and fish about for a credit card. My hand hits a small rectangular object and I slide it out. Bingo. Credit card.

I walk back upstairs, and Rose is typing in her credentials into the registration form. I hand her the card and plonk myself back down beside her.

'Bells, I got us two aisle seats on the left of the plane. Is that alright? We're leaving soon, so the plane was already kind of full.' Rose purses her lips, her French manicured nails tapping on the keyboard.

'Yeah, that's alright. It's not like we're flying to Australia or anywhere that far. We're still going to be in the continental United States.' I reply.

'True.' Rose squints at the screen. 'So I've booked the tickets for two days from now – Friday the 29th of August, then we'll have the weekend to settle in, before school starts on the 1st of September, the Monday. How's that?'

'Yeah, that's cool.'

'Okay…' Rose taps her mouse pad a couple more times. 'And we're done. Our flights are booked. Let's start packing.'

I nod and pull Rose up from the floor. 'Alright, I'll go pack, and we can go say goodbye to our friends tomorrow.' I say.

'Mm, good idea.'

I walk out of Rose's room and head into mine, where I pull out three pads of sticky notes in different colours – red, yellow and green. I enjoy colour coding things; I'm even slightly OCD about it. Green is what I'm definitely taking, yellow's a maybe, and red's just no. Immediately I paste a green sticky note on my wardrobe, but stick a red one on the summer wear section. The summer in Forks is almost equivalent to our winter. I didn't really mind the rain; I was just worried about being a frozen ice block half the time.

After half an hour, I've labelled everything in my room, and I start putting everything into a couple of suitcases. Most of my things are pasted with a green sticky note, because we're going to be living in Forks for quite a while, if not permanently. Once I'm done, the only things left are my bed, desk, wardrobe and dresser, plus a couple of unnecessary things, like the pieces of art that I did in primary school, that are still rolled up in rubber bands, sitting in the corner of the room, accumulating dust.

Thursday rolls around, and Rose and I head out to say goodbye to all of our friends. The previous night, we organised a big get together in the afternoon on Atlantic Beach. We climb into Renee's shiny BMW and Rose drives us the beach. In the parking lot, I recognise the cars of Leah, Seth and Jacob, who have obviously picked up the rest of our friends, who are all down by the water side.

'Hey guys!' I call as we make our way over to the beach umbrellas and towels. 'How's it going?'

There's a chorus of muffled 'good's and 'okay's as we approach them. As we sit down, it goes silent, and you'd probably need a chainsaw to cut the awkwardness and tension in the air.

Suddenly, Seth speaks up. 'Hey guys, how much does a polar bear weigh?'

Silence.

'Enough to break the ice!'

I snort. 'That was bad, Seth, terrible even.'

'I know.'

Everyone laughs and the tension is broken. We can always rely on Seth to bring up the mood or cheer us up, and that's probably what I'll miss about him when we leave.

Jacob, however, I think I'm going to miss more, simply because of everything we've been through together. He used to by my boyfriend a couple of years ago, but I could tell he loved this girl Renesmee. She was a really sweet girl, and I knew she loved him as much as he loved her, but never spoke up because she didn't want to hurt me. We broke up on good terms, and he's been my best friend to the day.

'Hey guys, who's up for a swim?' Leah asks, getting up from the sand.

'Ooh, I'm in!' Emily pipes up.

'Yeah, we'll go too.' I say for Rose and I. We take off our sundresses and wade into the water, the cool waves lapping at our stomachs.

Rose squeals as a wave hits her on the full and splashes salty drops onto her neck, and she laughs from the cold. I laugh at her expression, just as a wave collides with my face and I get knocked over. When I resurface, Rose is clutching her stomach, howling with laughter at my antics. I smile sheepishly and brush the salty sea water from my face. The four of us swim out towards the flat rocks near the cove and splash up onto the sand, flopping down on the warm, sun bathed rocks.

'I'll really miss you guys.' Emily says, her eyes round and sad.

'Us too. We'll really miss you both. You've been the best friends we could have asked for.' Rose says earnestly. 'Although this is goodbye, it's not like we're not going to see you again. We'll come back and visit you every couple of holidays so we can catch up.'

'Promise?'

'Promise.'

We spend the next few hours just reminiscing over all the good memories we've created here, and what we would do the next time we came back, some of which included bungee jumping, sky diving and jet skiing. Yeah, we're ambitious. We know.

That night, we all had dinner at a cosy beachside restaurant with an amazing view of the sun setting over the ocean. And that's when I knew that this was what I would miss most. It was the calm feeling that washed over me whenever I sat on the darkening beach, or taking a stroll next to the water. I would never get this opportunity in Forks, so I closed my eyes, and burned the image to the inside of my eyelids, memorising it forever.

A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to Creating Memories! It's going to be a whirlwind of a ride, so hold on! This chapter is merely an introduction, hence the shortness of it, and chapters from now on will be double this length, if not longer. I'm pretty chillax about reader response, so it would be nice if you could drop a review, but have a nice day if you don't!