Hey people. This is my first time writing a Twilight story. Hopefully I'll do a good job on it and not lose inspiration like I did with my other stories. Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, just Melody and her dad. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Melody's POV
I looked out the airplane window as we touched down in Forks, Washington. I had left my grandparents' house in Russia to move in with my dad. I had lived with my grandparents nearly all my life and they didn't let me visit my dad at all. At least they let me keep in touch with him or otherwise I wouldn't be coming home after so long. They weren't too happy about me leaving Russia, but at 16 years old I'm old enough to make my own decisions. It would be my first time coming to Washington State since my mom's death when I was two years old. I didn't consider my grandparents' mansion as my home; it was too empty to feel like a home. I jumped out my seat as the plane landed and grabbed my duffel bag. The flight attendants, in seeing my haste to get off the plane, grinned at me and held open the door.
The plane terminal was filled with people rushing around, all trying to get to where they need to go. I walked towards baggage claim to try and find my dad. He had sent me some blurry pictures of himself by email so that I would recognize him when he came to pick me up. As I neared my goal, I saw someone holding up a white sign with blurred letters on it. Walking closer, I saw that that someone was my dad Richard and those blurred letters spelled my name, Melody Jones. With him were another man and two teenagers, who I'm assuming are his kids. The girl was texting and the boy was looking around the room. He looked up as I walked towards them and alerted his dad, who shook my dad's arm and pointed to me. My dad put down his sign and watched me walk to them. I stopped in front of him and we stared at each other.
"Hello Melody," he said after a while. He had a deep voice and dark brown eyes. His black hair was long and tied back in a low ponytail, and he had a dark russet complexion several shades darker than my olive tone. He was smiling, and his eyes held a spark as he looked at me.
"It's good to see you in person."
"You too, Dad," I said. His smile grew wider and he pulled me in for a hug. I squeezed him back, glad for the safety of his embrace. He released me and turned towards the man behind him.
"Melody, this is my friend Harry Clearwater and his two kids Seth and Leah. Leah is 19 and Seth is 14, so you're stuck in the middle. We're going to head over to their place for dinner. Their mom Sue is making spaghetti," Dad said, smiling at me. In our corresponding emails I told him about my love of Italian food and one embarrassing incident involving meatballs, a wooden spoon and my grandfather's leather coat.
The drive to La Push took over an hour due to traffic. Once we got off the highway Dad floored the pedal and sped down the street. I laughed at the sudden acceleration, receiving odd looks from Seth and Leah. "My car in Russia would've broken down by now. It went at a snail's pace, it was that old," I explained. Leah's lips twitched and Seth grinned. He was a pretty cool kid to be around. We talked about the school on the reservation, his friends, and life on the reservation in general. After a while we stopped talking and I looked out the window. I looked at the trees and saw a flash of brown with a tail run by.
"There are wolves here?" I asked in excitement. Seth leaned towards the window.
"Yeah. They don't normally come out during the day, but you can hear them at night sometimes," he said, giving me a sidelong glance. "You like wolves?"
"I love wolves. I love taking pictures of them. I'm really into photography and whenever my neighbors took me camping, I would bring along my equipment in case I got a glimpse of them. I brought my equipment with me so I can show you the pictures later if you want," I said. Seth smiled at me and nodded at my offer.
We arrived at the Clearwater house shortly afterwards. It was a small two story house with grey shutters and a single car garage. The lawn was neat and had been recently cut from the smell of it. The mailbox was closed shut and had the houses' address written in black letters. I left my suitcases in the trunk of the car and followed Seth inside. It was warm inside due to a broken air conditioning unit Seth told me. There was heavenly smell coming from the kitchen and it was then that I realized that I hadn't eaten on the plane ride here. My stomach growled in hunger and Seth and I laughed in unison. We followed Leah to the kitchen table and I sat down while Seth set the table. He made me laugh by pretending to wait on me and talk to me in a funny voice.
Dinner passed by without any problems. Sue Clearwater grilled me with questions about Russia, how old I was, and about my childhood in Russia. She seemed very interested in my grandparents and how they were. I tried to avoid the topic and said as little as possible. Seeing how uncomfortable I was with the subject Sue went to the kitchen and brought out dessert. Harry took us home when I started yawning and promised to come back tomorrow. Dad showed me to my room and left me with my bags. I fished my pajamas, toothbrush, and toothpaste from my suitcase and went to the bathroom to change and get ready for bed. I emerged minutes later, shut the lights off in my room, and crashed onto the bed.
Before I slipped into a deep sleep, I thought about today, about how warm and inviting the Clearwaters had been. They were entirely different from my rich grandparents and their wealthy socialite friends. I found thinking I could get used to this change of pace.
