Raining. Of course. What else in Forks? Thank God for the trees.
I was walking through a thick forest in Forks Washington, wondering how much farther till I got to the house. That's if I don't have to go all the way up to Alaska.
I shuddered at the thought. I wouldn't be able to handle much more cold then Forks. Instinctively I pulled my sweatshirt tighter to me.
Looking at the leaves around me, I let my mind wander off in as many directions as possible. I welcomed the distraction. If I didn't, I would be going over in my mind (again) what I would say to him. "Hi, my name is Ashley. I'm your daughter." That wouldn't go over to well.
I was so distracted that I didn't even notice someone fallowing me. I was so stupidly oblivious that I walked right into them when they stopped in front of me! There was a boy that couldn't be more then 16, and had to be in high school. He was rock hard when I ran into him, and had messy bronze hair. He was extremely pale, and very tall. Maybe 6" 4' or so. I recognized him at once. Peter had shown me pictures of everyone, and Edward was easy to recognize.
I ran to him and threw my arms around him. He was stiff under my arms at first, but then he relaxed. He must have read my thoughts about my reaction.
"I really can't believe it," he muttered.
I laughed and took a step back, looking at him in person for the first time. "It is kinda crazy, huh?" I stuck out my hand. "I'm Ashley. I'm your niece."
He looked at me like I was crazy. I mean, I am, but still!
"So, I'm going to assume that this means you guys don't live in Alaska?"
"That assumption would be correct," he blinked. He seemed very… freaked. "Do you want me to take you to the house? I'm sure everyone would love to meet you."
I nodded. He took my hand and started leading the way to the house. I noticed how different his hand felt from Peters. More like family. Peter was my uncle too, yeah, but he just had this edge to him. Edward didn't. He seemed happy that I came to find my father. That I was part of the family.
We walked in silence. He didn't go faster then human pace, and I found that funny. If I got anything from dad, it would be his speed. After a while the sound of our footsteps drove me crazy and I thought it time for small talk.
"What's dad like?" I asked him. I didn't want to beat around the bush, but I hoped that I wasn't being to forward.
"He is one of the best people that I have ever met, and I have met a lot of people. Jasper has a power, were he feels what you feel. Instead of paint or clay, he sculpts moods. No matter how mad you are, when he wants you to be calm, you just are."
I thought about it for a minuet. "That sounds cool!" I yelled. He just laughed at me.
"Yes, it really is," he sounded deep in thought.
I noticed that we were nearing a house. I looked around and saw an open garage. Ohmygosh. The first thing I saw in it was a shiny silver Volvo S 56, and a huge off road jeep wrangler.
"Ashley? Ashley!" Edward was waving his hand in front of my face. Funny, I didn't even realize that I had stopped. Or that my mouth was open. I turned to look at him. "Sorry, what?"
"Like cars, do you?" he chuckled. I just nodded and he pulled me into the garage. Ohmygosh. There was a canary yellow Porsche 911 Turbo, a midnight black Mercedes S 55, a red BMW M3 convertible, and a Vanquish. An actual Aston Marten V12 Vanquish. I about shit my pants. Then my eyes roamed over to a car with a sheet over it. "What's that?" I asked. Edward walked over to it and pulled the sheet. I fell in love. There was a lime green, 1969 Z-28 Camaro RS. "Ohmygosh! Whose is that?!" I yelled. It was pretty loud, and I heard movement from the house.
The next thing I knew, dad was out of the house and in the garage followed by Alice, someone I didn't know, Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, and Rosalie. "Daddy!" I squealed and ran up to him. Well, actually I ran over to him and was hanging on him with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.