Disclaimer for the entire story: I do not own the characters, just the plotline.
Imagine your life. Imagine that you have a brother, a father and a mother (hopefully you at least have the latter two). Now, imagine that your mother and father "no longer each other" (now there's a line every single child of a broken home hears).
Okay, okay, so I wouldn't exactly call my family "broken." But we do have a strange family dynamic. See, my mother, Renee, left my father, Charlie before anyone knew about little old me. She took my older brother, Emmett, and left the rainy forests of Forks, Washington. Eight months later, I showed up into the world.
Emmett and I spent many a summer, spring and winter break visiting our father, and during one of these jaunts up to the northwest, our loving mom literally stumbled into a new relationship (I had to get my grace from somewhere). Phil was great, and we never had a single problem with him, until the two of them came home and announced to my brother and I that they were to be married.
Of course, they decided to tell us this during one of my brother's emotional teen phases. He was… displeased, to say the very least. After much deliberation, it was decided that my older brother would be moving to forks, taking up residence in Charlie's house. Charlie couldn't have been more pleased, but I saw it as the end of an era, the end of our adventures.
Now, imagine your loving, sometimes overbearing mother telling you how much she doesn't mind staying with you while her minor league baseball husband travels. Imagine how bad of a liar she can be. I knew my mother felt guilty about leaving either of us alone for too long, and frankly, I missed my teddy bear. After three years of not having him as a permanent fixture in my life, I needed some good bonding time, so I made the same decision he had: Forks.
So as I sat on the small tin can excuse for a plane, flying from Seattle to Port Angeles, I couldn't bring myself to really feel any unease. I would get to know my father, really get to know him. I would get to have at least a year with my brother before he went off to college, if he went off to college. And I could make my mother and my stepfather happy. A win-win-win-win situation.
I knew how strong my brother was. I knew it, and still, two seconds with his arms wrapped around me, I was shocked at how quickly I lost my ability to breathe. "yeah… Emmett… Emmett. No air… is getting to my brain!" I gasped.
One sheepish grin from my brother and my heart melted. "Sorry, jelly belly. I'm just," and he picked me up again "so fucking happy! You have no idea how excited Dad and I have been! Like, dude! We were all 'oh shit! A female in the man cave!' but then we thought about it and I told him all about how much fun we used to have and we just got all revved up and stuff!"
"Ha!" Man cave? And since when did my darling brother call me dude? "Nice vocabulary there, Em. And haven't I begged you over and over again not to call me that ridiculous nickname?"
"I do not recall such frivolous requests." I had to slap his smug smirk off his face.
"Well, start remembering."
"It's going to be so great with us in school together. And you can hang out with all my friends! Belly, they're so fucking awesome!"
"Bell-uh. And I'm excited to meet them too. Do they know about me?"
"No genius, I thought I would surprise them all. Tell them we found you on the side of the street and claimed you as our own." Sarcastic little bug.
"I've missed you so much." I pulled him into a hug again, which he over-enthusiastically returned.
"C'mon, let's get back to the house, Charlie cooked tonight, he's so damn eager to see you!"
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