WOW! First chapter (So excited!) :D

Before I begin I would like to say that I have never been to Oakdale, Nebraska. Anything I say about the city is fiction and made up by me – Buildings, nature, inhabitants ect.

The only thing I know is that it is a small town, that's it.

And this disclaimer counts for all the chapters: I do sadly not own any Twilight character in this story. If I did, I would be rich - SO jealous.

Enjoy reading.

-Kris

Chapter 1

Edward's p.o.v.

"Dude, this really sucks."

I stopped my pacing to look down at Jasper who sat on my bed looking like someone who was about to cry.

"I mean. I won't be able to see you all summer. What am I supposed to do around here, huh?" I couldn't help but snort. He thought he would be bored. At least he could stay here in Chicago with all the others. He wasn't the one being forced to go to deserted, antiquity Oakdale in fucking Nebraska to visit his grandparents.

I threw the last shirt into the suitcase, and zipped it closed, then went to sit beside Jasper on the bed.

"Are you sure you can't stay home? Have you begged, like really really begged?" Jasper said climbing down onto his knees, folding his hands and giving me 'the-plea-look', demonstrating how good a beggar he was.

A short chuckle slid out between my lips. "Oh, I have begged. Believe me. But they won't even consider leaving me home alone. Not after last time." I concluded in defeat.

My lovely parents were going on a 6 week cruise. The last time they had left me like that, they had come home to a nearly destroyed house, lots of giggly girls, a bunch of strangers lying about on the floor, and thousands upon thousands of empty beer and booze bottles.

Normally they weren't harsh, I had them both wrapped tightly around my little finger, but they had grounded me, and vowed never to leave me alone for too long until the day I moved out.

"Well.. I guess I will see you when you get home then." Jasper said, giving me a tight hug, leaving me unable to breath.

"Love Ya" he shouted after me, already halfway out the door, blowing me a kiss in best Jasper-style. Jasper was the only guy I knew who could behave like that without looking like a complete moron. When Jasper did it, it somehow looked natural. I watched his blond, pale head bopping down the street until he disappeared around the corner.

"There goes my common sense." I spoke loudly to myself.

There wasn't a living person under the age of 76 in Oakdale. They were all pensioners who had settled for a quiet life away from the rest of the world. If the place got more old fashioned, it would be Amish.

"Aww Honey. I am going to miss you so much" my mum sobbed, giving me a breathtaking hug, and wet kisses all over my face.

My father was a more civilized person, and gave me that traditional man-hug – an arm around the shoulder and then a pat or a squeeze, while stammering his way through 'I'll miss you'.

"Attention all passengers. You will soon have to buckle your seatbelt and set your seat in vertical position. We'll be landing in Omaha in 5 minutes. Thank you." The sweet lady voice sounded over the speaker.

I looked out the window and sighed as the boring town came into sight behind the clouds.

"Sorry young man, would you mind to stand up, so I can get to the toilet before we land?" the old lady beside me begged. Oh for the love of all holy.

"Can't you just wait for 5 minutes? It is 5 minutes God damnit. You've already been to the toilet a million times, at least. 5 minutes!" I sneered at the lady, and she cringed, and sat down hiding under her covers. I sincerely hope that I won't ever get old! (A/N he is not becoming a vampire in this story, although this would sound kind of ironic then )

"Edwaaard!"

My grandmother ran to my side the second I got out of the airport, and caught me in a breathtakingly tight hug. "Oh you are getting so big. If it wasn't for that weird hair-colour I wouldn't have recognized you! Uh I have missed you soo much boy!" She said, squeezing even tighter.

After what felt like ages she let me go, but she took my head between her hands, so that she could drag my head all the way down to hers and kiss me on my forehead. Yeah, she was extremely short, and I actually had to twist out of her hands.

Gramps just held a hand out towards me, and I shook it, thankful for not having to hug him as well.

"Welcome to Nebraska Edward" he said, giving my hand a squeeze, "I hope you will like it here."

As if that was even possible. I would rather bite my own foot off, than be here. But mum hadn't found that such a good idea – and yes - I had actually suggested it.

It wasn't that I didn't like my grandparents, 'cause I did – kind of. There was just so boring here. And I would most likely end up being impotent or something, without any girl for 6 fucking weeks.

I sat in front of the open door with my laptop in my lap, drinking hot chocolate. The two oldies were anticipating in the towns weekly Bingo-team – which was overcrowded because of the many seniors. I know, how old can you get?

Grandma's living room was painfully embarrassing. There were pictures of a younger me everywhere - With a big smile plastered across my face, my eyes shining with happiness. There were pictures of me as a baby, pictures of me fishing with grandpa, cooking with grandma, me on my first bike, me and Jasper, a summer he had been here with me, and pictures with me and her.

They were all happy pictures filled with happy memories, of my childhood. I hadn't been that smiling happy boy these pictures showed for a long time. I hadn't really smiled since then. My eyes hadn't been shining that way since the episode.

One picture in particular caught my eye. It was of me and her. I was five, and she was four. We sat in the garden on a blanket with our faces covered in homemade pie. I was wearing blue overalls, and a striped blouse, a huge smile and shining eyes. She was wearing a red and white checkered dress, her blond hair braided, a bright smile – missing her front teeth) and shining green eyes. (A/N see clothes on profile)

I looked away, not really wanting to think about it.

It was freezing and raining heavily outside, but I had opened every door and window in the house. There smelt so much of, socks, rotten corps, and old people in here.

An old trucked drove past and entered the driveway next door. A big – seriously big - guy stepped out from it, with a pink umbrella with hearts over his head. (A/N Umbrella on profile) I had to laugh at the image. The guy was huge, like a weightlifter, with short black hair, and looked even taller than my 6,2. He was kind of scary looking. But as much as I hated to admit it, he was kind of good looking too – but then again, I couldn't see him that well. He looked about 23 – so I guess he was either actually living in this dead town, or a forced visitor as me.

Another car-door slammed, and the big guy turned around, and then sprinted towards the house laughing.

"Emmett you dimwit! Come back here with my umbrella! Ugh, you idiot" a girl shouted as she ran after him. I couldn't see much of her, but she was quite tiny, and had long wavy brown hair, and she looked kind of clumsy and ungraceful when she ran. When she had almost reached the house, she fell over something. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Apparently I wasn't the only one who had seen it, 'cause a booming laugh instantly sounded from the house.

The big guy - apparently called Emmett – appeared from the house. "You can stand under my um-berella-Bella-Bella-eh-eh!" he shouted and started dancing around the place where the girl lay. So her name was Bella. "Shut it Em!" she shouted back at him, and stamped stubbornly towards the house. He just stood there laughing hard, swinging the pink umbrealla around him, singing and looking like an idiot.

The guy looked over at me, and shot me a big grin. Only then did I realize that I had been laughing pretty loud as well. He waved, and then ran into the house himself.

Well at least there were some young people here. They looked pretty crazy, but fun nonetheless. And if I had to admit it, I think I was pretty crazy as well, so it didn't really matter.

Maybe these 6 weeks wouldn't be all bad after all.

A flash was followed by a big thunder, and my laptop went dead.

Then again, maybe they would be as bad as I had anticipated.

Okay, that was the first chapter. Try and guess what 'The episode' is. I promise I will reveal it sometime, but it really isn't that hard to guess..

And yeah, I totally love weird Jasper. He is not gay though, just has a cool personality (Well, I think it's cool) :D

Please review, I am dying to know what you all think of it.

What is the most boring thing your parents have forced you to do?