Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, but Saffron is all mine (Sahara belongs to my friend).
AN: This is my first Twilight fanfic, so enjoy!
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Two girls, sitting in the middle of an immense tree stump. Rain falls down in heavy sheets around them. A notebook lies in one of their laps, and a colorful sketchbook lies in the other. A guitar, its strings vibrating slightly as raindrops splashed upon the exposed wires, leans against their legs. Both of their eyes are closed, their backs straight and touching. They do not seem to notice the fact that their clothes are soaked through and the wind blows harshly through their hair.
A lone figure approaches from the surrounding woods, a confused expression displaying upon his features as he draws near. A small smirk plays on the edges of his mouth as he notices the two girls' antics.
"Oi, are you two a bunch of head cases, or do you not see the buckets of water being poured over your thick heads?"
One girl, dressed in a colorful blouse and a flowing skirt, jumps, blushes from head to foot, and then proceeds to focus her gaze upon the sketchbook in her lap. The other girl, dressed in jeans and a black hoodie, opens one eye, taking in the picture of the gorgeous, shirtless teen as the rain pours down his thick muscles. "Bite me," she mutters, and then closes her eye.
"Pretty talk," he replies, grinning. His white teeth contrast fantastically with his olive-toned skin. The wind blows fiercely, strands of dark hair moving freely in the air.
The other girl, her gray hair also billowing in the wind, finally glances up at the boy from underneath her eyelashes, her cheeks red despite the cold rain.
"And what of it?" the first girl replies, snapping her eyes open once more. Her piercing green gaze seemed to almost glow in the darkened clearing.
"What are you doing here?" the boy asks, ignoring her question.
"Um, in case you were wondering, we live in the only house within ten miles of this place. So, I think the real question is—why are you here?"
The headstrong girl turns her heard as the female next to her stands. "I'm going home," the female mumbles. "Which way is home?" she asks, even softer. It will not do if he were to hear.
The strange boy laughs, the sound jumping out of his throat like an excited bark. The shy girl takes one frantic look at him before rushing from the clearing.
"Great," the other girl mutters sarcastically, "you scared her off. Thanks bunches."
"You're welcome," he replies, tilting his head up and smiling that obnoxiously white smile of his.
The female sighs. "I have to go before she falls down a rabbit hole and ends up in Narnia."
"Wait—" he begins as the girl gets up. She glances back, annoyance evident upon her face. "Will you come back here?"
"Only if you don't," she replies, and then mutters, "freak."
"I'm just as much of a freak as you are!" he calls back.
Wow, she thinks. Dang good hearing. Needs to work on his comebacks, though.
It does not take her long to catch up. The other girl has stopped some yards away from the clearing and now stands there waiting. The first comes up beside her.
And stops short.
"Guitar," she says abruptly.
The two glance at each other, and the silver-haired one submits to the superior gaze of the other. With a sigh, the reserved girl makes her way back to the clearing. Of course, the gorgeous boy is still there. Just her luck. She inches toward the massive tree stump, eyes never leaving his form as she awkwardly kneels down to pick up the guitar. Abruptly, she turns around and rushes once more from his presence. He does not even try to hide his grin. A strange noise sounds in the damp air, and then the clearing is eerily silent.
The girls walk in step, most likely without notice, as they calmly find the way back to their new home. Large drops of rain plaster their faces, and their hair and clothes stick oddly to their skin, yet they feel no need to quicken their leisurely pace. Everything is tranquil. Quiet. Right. The only sound is the water falling from the heavens and the muted sound of their own feet upon the forest floor.
A twinkling light in the distance welcomes them home, and they move towards its warm embrace. The rain hovers over their eyes, and even though they remember, they struggle to see the grandeur of the house. The size is easier to discern, and they are struck with its immense berth, as they may be prone to do often. It is more like a mansion than a house. The first girl, her jeans soaked and her hood unused, opens the door for the other, who rushes inside to place her sketchbook in front of the fire. The name on the front reads "Sahara Jae Winters." The mantelpiece itself is a thing of art, drawing the attention to the back of the enormous family room. The other girl walks in as well, closing the door firmly behind her before striping off her hoodie and placing it with her notebook next to the fire. Her black tank top hugs her curves, a fact which most likely influenced her decision to wear the hoodie.
The two girls smile at each other for a moment before turning in opposite directions—one moving towards the staircase to the left and the other to the basement door on the far right. There is the soft noise of two doors shutting gently.
Sahara, her skirt trailing damply at her feet, sits delicately on a piano stool. The basement around her is divided into two areas: one a full entertainment center with a plasma T.V. and matching stereos, and the other an area for music and art. Tubes of paint, artist pencils, and sheets of music are filed away in the boxes they have not opened since they arrived earlier this morning. It will not take long for this to change.
Her fingers move in a memorized, almost instinctive pattern as she plays a beloved song. The notes hang in the silence for a moment before fading sweetly away.
On the second floor, another girl sits cross-legged on her bed, thoughtfully strumming her guitar. Her dry notebook lies open beside her, full of lines from a new song. On the top of the sheet of paper are the words "Saffron Renee Winters."
Saffron looks up, staring out the window to the darkened sky beyond. The sweet sound of her voice joins that of the guitar's, and outside the music vibrates throughout, causing a faint hum.
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AN: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Anyone who liked it should check out my other fanfic - Harry Potter and the Fullmetal Alchemist. Please R&R!