Here is a new story! And its being written by IAmCullenized and VenomInMyBlood!
Venom: Yes! My time to finally do a co-authored fic! Yayyy! :D
Prologue
I didn't think too much on the point of moving, I just went with it.
When Dad got married to Mary, I wasn't surprised. They'd been dating for years now. It was bound to happen.
What surprised me is when Edward Sr., my father, decided that he wanted me to move back to Forks, Washington.
My hometown. Where my mother and my childhood memories lived.
I couldn't say I was appalled by the idea, but I was thrilled either.
Forks was a place that hasn't been mentioned in years. A cemetery has more life than Forks does. Nothing ever happens there.
I was surprised again, when my mother picked me up in a police cruiser. She was the chief of police, and she was intimidating.
"Elisabeth." I smiled shyly, as my mom got out the cruiser.
"Edward it's either Mom or Mother. Now come give your mom a hug." She opened her arms, a little awkwardly. I scooped her into my arms, hugging her tightly. She embraced me back with the same attitude.
"It's been so long since I've seen you, Mom. I've missed you." Her worn face fills with life from my words, and she looked so much younger.
"I've missed you too, Kid. Well let's go, you must be tired."
We hit the road, driving to my old house. On the way there, I fell asleep. A gentle nudge woke me up, and once my eyes were open, I saw the front steps to my house.
"We're here, Edward." Mom got out the car, and walked to the trunk.
"I got this." I picked up my two suitcases, and walked up to the front door. With a twist of the keys, the door was open, and I was faced with my past.
Every seat, every furniture, every photo was still in place. This place never changed.
"I hope you remember your way to your room." Mom said over her shoulder, and she went into the kitchen.
I did, I never forgot.
Each footstep up the stairs made me tense, and when I reached the door, I hesitated.
Was I afraid of what's in there? Was I afraid that everything in my room may be changed?
Maybe I was afraid because everything in my life is changing.
I held my breath as I twisted the doorknob, and walked into the room.
Nothing changed. I exhaled loudly, and looked around.
Same pictures of my childhood, mom and dad, dad and me, mom and me. I gently smiled at the picture of me hugging mom, wide grins on both of our faces.
I sat on the bed, relieved that mom brought some new comforters and made the bed. I kicked off my shoes, shrugged out of my jacket, and get into the covers.
My eyes closed, and I let myself relax, going to sleep.
That night, I dreamed on of lips. Someone's red, full lips were smiling, little peeks of teeth showing. The lips were moving, and a feminine voice spoke.
"Everything has changed."
I gasped as I woke up, sitting upright, eyes scanning the room.
It was morning time, so I must have slept all night. I ran my fingers through my hair, and I rubbed my eyes.
That dream felt real. My dreams have never felt this close to reality before.
Walking to the bathroom, I still pondered the point of my dream, but then I let it go.
It probably meant nothing.
"Morning, Edward." Mom greeted, handing me a plate of pancakes.
Cleaned, and dressed, I smiled at her, my mood slightly lifted.
"You look nice." She winked at me.
I blushed slightly, looking down at my Levi jeans and long-sleeved shirt.
I thought I looked normal.
"Thanks, Elisa- I mean mom."
"You're welcome." She patted my shoulder.
As she drove me to school, Mom and I talked for a little bit.
She talked to me about work and stuff like that.
Once she pulled up to the curb, I suddenly wished she kept talking to me.
I didn't want to go to school.
"See you later, Ed." She waved goodbye.
My eyebrow twitched at the nickname she called me.
I turned to the school, sort of ready to go inside.
Everything has changed.
Now I wished it hasn't.
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