"Honey are you ready?"
"Yeah, I'll be right down." I said, sitting in my bed while looking through my Cds.
"Okay." I heard my mother sigh, and then she was gone.
Here I was, saying goodbye to the fucking room that watched me grow. Grow from an arrogant toddler, to a fucked up adolescent all too interested in sex and drugs- yeah, that was me. We were moving, and it's just a little depressing to realize all your life can be packed in fucking boxes. I mean, it's like everything I am could just fit in the back of a truck.
I was still looking through my music when my sister came to my room. "Come on asshole, we're going." And with that she strolled downstairs.
Is she ever going to forgive me?
"We are waiting for you moron!" Yeah well, I guess not. Or at least not for a while.
I fixed the last things remaining in my room in a box and marked them as 'Important' in the side. These were the only things that still meant something to me, I mean besides my car. Which included some albums, and a fucking photograph.
I lift the box and glanced one last time at my former bedroom. Looking at the fucking stains in the carpet of cigarette I made when I was thirteen, and the dent in the wall that was thanks to Jeremy who was so drunk that decided to throw his guitar across my room. Still this was my place, my refuge and home for the last 17 years. And now thanks to my stupid ways, I had to leave it.
It was actually a small price to pay.
****
"Excuse me sir, do you need some help with that?"
I stopped fidgeting with the bag of peanuts for a second and looked to the stewardess that was smiling to me.
I nodded and she took it, and in one fluid motion she had it opened. I thanked her and she strolled down to help a kid go to the bathroom- disgusting.
I really hate planes. Ever since I was a little boy, and my parents organized this extravagant vacations to Europe and Australia; sometimes I had even to endure 13 fucking hours in a plane, just so they could be satisfied. Needless to say, I'm a little claustrophobic.
The flight from Alabama to Washington is pretty long, and I had nobody to talk to. My brothers were sitting together in the row in front of me, and my parents in the row next to them. I was the outcast, sitting alone, sulking over the holidays.
We were going to this town called Forks, in the middle of nowhere. But really I had no place to argue; I just stayed quiet and nodded my head. I didn't have the energy anymore.
I caught my sister glaring at me a couple of times, but decided to ignore her. I was used to those kinds of things by now; and it's not like I didn't fucking deserve it.
The pilot announced that we were landing and I let out a sigh. I guess this was it. The fresh start; the funny thing is that I don't even remember finishing anything.
****
I opened the door of my new room and noticed it was a little bigger than my last room. See, my mother Esme is an interiors designer. She takes every opportunity she has to spend tons of money in decorating things. Moving for her, is a dream come true. And then I noticed.
Red.
Red.
The fucking walls were red.
Is this some kind of a sick joke?
I cursed and lay in the king-sized bed. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, or maybe to die, but it was fucking freezing. I realized my bed had a huge window in the east wall, where I could see the Calawah River. The view was pretty amazing, and I was pleased that I could come here and just look at the fucking forest and shit. The river was somehow soothing for me.
Just when I was getting some sleep my cell buzzed.
"Hello?" I said, my voice was raspy and I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes.
"Hey Eddie," My brother Emmet was probably the only one I wouldn't punch for waking me up. "Mom wanted to tell you that dinner is ready and that you need to come downstairs now."
"Where the fuck are you?"
"I'm in the kitchen dog. I would've gone looking for you but this house is too big." I could hear him shoving food in his mouth. "So I decided that calling you was better. Anyways, hurry."
I groaned, but woke up anyway. I didn't need another reason for my family to be disappointed in me.
I came to the kitchen, and took a plate. I sat next to my brother and across my dear sister. They were all discussing things like school and the trip. My sister and I were going to finish out junior year; while Emmet was finishing his senior year. It's a little stupid if someone decides to change school in the middle of the year, but believe me, we had our reasons.
"Edward I think you need more food than that." My dad said while eyeing my plate.
My father, yeah where can I begin? Dr. Carlisle Cullen is a spinal surgeon. He finished in Harvard Med School a year before anyone in his class and was offered a job as soon as he was out. He was considered a genius besides his colleagues, mainly because he not only saved, but allowed a woman whose spine was almost crushed to walk again, when almost everyone thought it was a lost cause. My dad was a hard model to live up to, but fortunately I had no intentions on trying. The thing with my dad is that since the moment I opened my eyes for the first time, he somehow knew I would be a surgeon just like him. He loved my brothers, but I've always been the one he lays his hopes onto. He's always looking for reasons to take me to the hospital, so I can become interested and finally admit to him that medicine was my future. I really liked medicine, but I had a passion, and it was music. My father never missed any of my recitals, but he ignored my music teacher when he told him I had aptitudes for piano, and that I was really really talented. He ignored my mother when she told him that I enjoyed it. No, my father only saw me as what he thought was the best for me.
"Come on that, leave Eddie alone. He doesn't need to eat that much, remember that he's the intellectual in the family." My brother replied, while elbowing me in the ribs.
Emmet is my big brother, he's 18. Ever since we were little kids, we've been more or less best friends; he's the one that always has my back, no matter what. He's a big guy, and very athletic. It was no surprise for us that he decided to play football on UCLA when his senior year was over. Emmet can play anything that involves a ball, and he's always the best at it. Unfortunately, my brother has an interesting taste in ladies; well, its more like bad luck. We used to tease him about it, see my brother's girlfriends can be classified in three categories: Sluts, psychopaths and clingy. Even though he hasn't found the right one, my brother always greet us all with a big smile plastered on his face. I'm lucky to have him.
"Huh? Intellectual?" My sister scoffed. "More like stupid."
"Alice." My father warned.
"Or I don't know, maybe a moron."
"Please Alice, not in the table." My father tried to reason.
"But I think its more in the lines of arrogant egoistical prick!"
"Alice enough!" Carlisle has never been one for violence. Alice used to listen to him, we all did. "Please, let's try to have a nice dinner."
"You know what," she looked me straight in the eye. "I'm not hungry anymore." She barely touched her food.
We all heard her as she strolled furiously to her bedroom. I continued with my dinner as if nothing happened at all.
After a while we all finished and went to our respective rooms. I found my iPod and decided I was in the mood for some Train. With that I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep to come.
****
Someone was banging at my door.
I woke up sweating to yet another nightmare, only to find my dear brother Emmet knocking at my door at exactly 12:30 p.m.
"What's your problem?" I said as soon as I opened the door.
"We have visit. Mom wants you down in five."
I groaned but nodded and went for a bath. After I was done I went downstairs, only to find that my whole family was already there, but with three more persons.
"Hey honey, I want you to meet Mrs. Hale," she directed to a woman more or less about her age, with blonde hair and a lot of jewelry. She could've been beautiful when she was younger I could tell. She seemed to be nice, a little high maintenance, but nice nonetheless. I nodded and she smiled at me, a little surprised that I didn't offer my hand or some shit like that. "And these are her children, Jasper and Rosalie. They are our neighbors."
Jasper kind of nodded in my way, while his sister smiled coyly and waved at me. He had dirty blonde hair, and I could see we were almost the same height, he was lean and a little tanned; he had a pair of jeans, a black shirt and a fedora hat. Really smooth. His sister, well, she was hot. All legs and long blonde hair. Her hair was a little lighter than her brother's. She was also lean and she obviously liked make up. She had a pair of jeans too, with a white sweater and heels.
"We're going to leave you kids alone, while I show Jenna the house." With that we were left alone. My brother obviously was the first one to break the silence.
"So, what you do in this town for fun, huh?" He asked while sitting in the couch.
"Parties, drinking, the usual man." Jasper replied, while sitting across of him in a chair.
"So you are both seniors?"
"No, actually I am a junior, my sister she's a senior." She said while pointing to Rosalie.
"That's cool," my sister chimed in. She never took her eyes from Jasper. "My brother and I are juniors as well, and Emmet here is a senior. We start school tomorrow."
"Great." Rosalie said. "Look, there's a party tonight, you know since holidays are over. Maybe you wanted to come?"
"Yeah sure." Emmet said.
"I meant all of you." She said while glancing my way.
"Eddie will go. Don't worry about that." Great. Just great.
****
I love parties, don't misunderstand me. I really do, it's just that I tend to get out of control.
"We're almost there." Jasper said. I wanted to take my car, so Jasper rode with me, while Alice and Emmet went in Rosalie's car.
Jasper was a cool guy; we had a lot of things in common. He was a musician too, and he had good taste. I parked outside a big house, there were many people outside, and many of them already drunk. Music was blasting from the inside.
"Yeah, well we are here." Jasper said as he opened the door and let himself out.
I took a deep breath and followed him. The smell of alcohol was familiar for me, it had been a little over a month since the last time I really went to a party. Jasper introduced me to some of his friends, and I spotted Alice and Emmet talking to some people. I followed Jasper outside, where some people were in the pool. I almost ran into a girl who was vomiting her guts out. Jasper greeted some friends and introduces them as Mike, Tyler and Paul. They were alright.
Some girls came and started fucking talking to me.
"Hi baby, you must be new. My name is Lauren and these are Jessica and Angela." Jessica seemed to belong to Jersey Shore, and Angela was what appeared to be a book worm. Lauren herself was the kind of girl I would've fucked without a second thought a month ago. She was the girl I fucked in a party like this, and then never called. Her hand began roaming over my chest, and I was going to tell her to fuck off when something caught my attention.
She was sitting at the top of a picnic table, with a lot of people surrounding her. She had long, straight brown hair, and a pair of denim shorts and a blue shirt, her legs were endless. Her eyes, for Christ sake, her eyes were brown, but like chocolate- endless pools of chocolate, shiny and beautiful as hell. Her nose was perfect, with little freckles across the bridge, her lips were perfect. There wasn't another word for her lips. Perfectly plump and pink, and just mouthwatering. Everybody was talking to her, but she didn't appear to be paying them much attention, concentrated only in her drink. She crossed her perfect legs and asked a guy to fill her now empty glass. She made every girl in the vicinity look like ugly trolls. Just by looking at her I was so turned on that I had to fix my jeans. The thing was, I was unable to take my eyes off from her. She was like an addiction, and I haven't even talked to her yet. She just called to me.
Somehow she inspired a feeling of superiority and fucking intelligence, I don't know. Like if she was so much better than every single one of us, and perhaps she was.
It didn't cross my mind that I was staring until Jasper grabbed my arm, "Dude what are you looking at?" He followed my glance and gave me a knowing smirk. "Oh, I see."
"Who the fuck is that?" I asked, suddenly feeling out of breath.
"That my dear friend is Bella Swan." He patted my shoulder and laughed. "Yeah well, good luck with that."