Bella: Saturday, June 13. 8am.
"Emmett Jeffrey! Isabella Marie! You get your behinds into that car right now! You're stressing out your mother by being disagreeable," yelled our father, Charlie. He was, unsuccessfully, trying to coerce me and my brother to get in the car so that we can embark on the annual Swan family road trip. Usually, Emmett and I really enjoy going on the annual road trip; but this year…we were hesitant because the trip always lasts a total of two weeks, this year we would be going from Phoenix to Los Angeles for a week to San Francisco for a few days and then back to Phoenix. What made us hesitant was the fact that in a total of three weeks from now, our parents were forcing us to move to Forks, WA because our dad was offered the position of chief of police there. He doesn't really need the job, we're awfully well off…both my parents were trust fund babies (and as a result, Emmett and I are trust fund…grandbabies) and my mom worked as a model (this is the reason why Emmett is pretty much inhumanely attractive and I am…well not at that level but I don't look too unfortunate) until she had Emmett and I, but my dad said he was feeling bored of his routine and decided to take the job.
Anyway, since we're moving in less than a month, Emmett and I don't think that it is so ridiculous for us to want to spend a couple of more weeks with our friends rather than "bond" with our traitor parents for two weeks straight. Apparently, daddy dearest disagrees with our reasoning. At the moment, Emmett and I were sitting on my bed planning out what we should do our last few weeks here in Phoenix. We have always hung out with the same group of people, I have been the head cheerleader at our high school since I was a freshman and Emmett has been the starting linebacker for the school's football team since we were sophomores. In addition to that, we also both run track. Consequently, we ended up running in the same social circles. We wanted to get in as much time with all our closest friends, the team, the cheer squad and the track team, as we could.
"You have thirty seconds to get out here. Now MOVE. Or else." Oh dad, yelling will get you nowhere. Don't you know flattery and bribery are always the way to go? We didn't even flinch at the supposed threat. In fact, we were in the midst of planning the biggest party our school has ever seen to 'go out with a bang', as Emmett says. Now I'm not really the party type, I'm more of a hang out with friends and do something casual like a movie type of girl. But I'm moving in less than a month; might as well live it up, right?
"6…5…4…3…2…1.5…1…0.5…DAMNIT, KIDS." Suddenly, we heard heavy thumps rushing up the stairs toward us.
"I warned you! Agh!" Dad had an evil look in his eye. He rushed toward me, threw me over his shoulder, and charged down the stairs and to the car. I thrashed and struggled but my dad is a cop so obviously, he's going to be pretty strong. Emmett, being the good (and weird) brother he is, rushed to my rescue by zooming down the stairs, letting out this odd battle cry that sounded similar to Tarzan's cry when he beats his chest (which by itself is an awesome battle cry) but since it's Emmett, he added some beat boxing noises to it. Ugh. Cue eye-roll here. Oh my dear, dear brother.
"Have no fear, baby sister. Big Brother Em is comingggggg!" he yelled. At this, I scowled because hey, he was only like three minutes older than me. You would think that after seventeen years he would get that through his stupid thick head. My dad started yelling…again.
"Isabella! Stop. Moving. You're making this much harder than it has to be."
"Then put me down and we won't have a problem, daddy." And he did put me down…in the backseat of the car. And I don't really know how he did it but he got the battle crying-beat boxing buffoon in too. We heard the doors lock and then suddenly, the tires started screeching as dad sped down the road. Dad was laughing maniacally up in the driver's seat and Mom looked amused with just a bit of frustration showing on her ex-supermodel features.
"Bahahaha. That's right, kids. Daddy always wins. What now? Oh yeah. Get it!" We sat back, rolled our eyes and texted our friends that we couldn't escape hell and would be back in two weeks to say goodbye. This was going to be a long two weeks.
Edward: Saturday, June 13. 3pm.
"Edwaaaaaaaaaard. Pull over, I need to pee." Yepp. That's my little sister for you; usually, Alice is the picture of grace and poise but put her in a car for twenty and voila! My ladylike, graceful sister disappears and in her place is manly trucker that just looks like Alice. We've been driving since yesterday afternoon, only stopping for food and bathroom breaks. In result, my sister is very irritable. In result of that, I'm very irritated.
"Ugh. Can't you wait another half-hour? We're almost to the hotel." I tried reasoning with her, I did…but this IS Alice Cullen we're talking about here.
"No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no…"
"Dude. Just let her go pee. It won't do any harm." Always the calm mediator, my best friend and Alice's long time boyfriend, Jasper Hale, came to the rescue once again and seamlessly diffused the situation.
"Yes. Please just let her out," piped in Rosalie, Jasper's younger sister. Rosalie and Alice are actually the reasons why we're all crammed in my Volvo at the moment. Mine and Jasper's 'lovely' sisters forced us to go on this road trip to LA so that we can all bond and they can go to this snooty LA fashion event they scored tickets to. I would much rather be back in our hometown, getting in some extra football practice with Jasper, I was the starting quarterback while Jasper was the halfback, but I guess it does add some excitement to my summer. We all live in a relatively small town, which rarely ever has any new faces or exciting news, so a week in LA may be just the thing to spice things up.
So we stopped…again for the umpteenth time on this seemingly never-ending trip. Jasper and I stayed in the car, while the girls ran into the gas station to do whatever they needed to do.
"So…ready to hit up the LA scene? Meet some new and exciting hotties?" Jasper asked. He was a great friend; I knew he would always be ready to be my wingman if needed, even though there was no benefit to him since he was already with my sister. But the truth is, I didn't want to meet new and exciting hotties…I've never been one to get knocked off my feet by a pretty girl. Girls are around. That's awesome, a lot of them come up to me because I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty decent looking. But if they approach me I'll talk to them but I'm not really interested in putting in extra effort to a useless cause. I haven't felt that spark yet. My little sister has tried setting me up with girls on multiple occasions; she even went as far as to try to fix me up with Rosalie. But I guess it's the thought that counts, right? Nevertheless that would never work, trust me. She's way too high maintenance. And she's like my sister; Rosalie, Jasper, Alice and I have always been inseparable. We've always been the best of friends since Jasper and I were five and Rosalie and Alice were four. Now Jasper and I are seventeen, and if you thought we were inseparable as kids…you wouldn't even believe how close we are now. I know it sounds weird that I wouldn't even try to be with Rosalie when our siblings are dating, but Jasper and Alice are like…meant to be, anyone can see that. I smiled to myself and turned back to Jasper before answering.
"Yeah…no. Ha. You know me; I don't really want to go babe-watching. I just want to spend this week relaxing, and hanging out with my best friends," I said as I playfully punched his shoulder. Just then, the girls came back out looking completely re-primped and re-beautified. Agh. Girls.
Half an hour later, we pulled up to the ritziest hotel I've ever seen. Within ten seconds of pulling up, the girls run in excitedly, while Jasper and I grabbed the bags. We followed them in a couple of minutes later; and while we were standing at the check-in counter, something amazing happened…I felt like I had been slapped in the face. In a good way, if that makes sense. At that very moment, a beautiful mahogany –haired goddess walked into the lobby. I think I'm in love. I just have to know this girl, take her out, marry her, and make her happy. This is so new to me; I can honestly say that this goddess is the first girl to ever be able to grab my attention. I was staring like an idiot and suddenly, she looks up and sees me. I swear my heart skipped a beat when our eyes made contact. As stupid as I am, I didn't turn away. I just kept staring. Surprisingly, she didn't look disgusted that I was blatantly ogling her; she looked kind of surprised, which I don't understand why because she must have idiots staring at her everywhere she goes, and just blushed this beautiful crimson color.
Without my permission, my legs started walking toward her. I stopped in my tracks, when I saw him; a huge, hulking, good looking guy that looked like he could be a line backer…who could definitely beat me up for ogling his girl. He rushed over to my dream girl and tackled her into a hug. She broke our intense gaze and focused on the hulk holding her; he said something and she laughed joyfully; it was the most beautiful sound in the world. It figures that she would have a boyfriend. My dream girl was taken; but then again, who would give that gorgeous creature any opportunity to be single? She looks like a supermodel…about a hundred times more so than Rosalie, who was actually aspiring to be one. Don't get me wrong, Rosalie is easily the most beautiful girl in Washington…but this girl deserves to have a gigantic shrine to honor her beauty.
I was crestfallen; I turned to my friends, who all witnessed the aforementioned scene, and they all gave me sympathetic looks. They all knew how rare it was for me to be in this awe-stricken state. I looked over; my dream girl was still caught up with her line backer, jerk of a boyfriend. Ugh. Just my luck. This is going to be a long week.