Bella***

"So Here it is" said the realtor climbing up the stairs fumbling to unlock the door of what could potentially be our new home.

"Lounge, Kitchen and Dining" she said gesturing her hands for us to step inside the door.

It was literally just that. A lounge/kitchen/dining room. The lounge being the first thing you saw as you were standing in at as soon as you opened the door. A few feet ahead of that was the 'dinning room'. And finally to the right was the kitchen. Only hidden by a wall at the rear of the house.

"To the left here is the hallway, plenty of cupboard space" she said pressing it. "There are two bedrooms. One single." She said opening the door to the right as we all tried to cram ourselves in looking utterly ridicules.

Rosalie was the first to start laughing. "So I guess were getting bunks?" she teased quirking an eyebrow at Renee. That was Rosalie Forever optimistic. It was regrettable however that we did not share exactly the same DNA and as such I missed out on the demeanor that was obviously inherited threw her real father.

Ok, so yes we did share the same father. I lied about that. But honestly I don't know where she came from. I was nothing like her not even in the slightest, and It wasn't just her mind-set that's was way off chart there wasn't even a resemblance physically. She had light blonde hair and blue eyes, while I had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She would tan in the summer, looking like a Greek goddess while I would emerge from the beach a charred Albino(less the red eyes and white hair). Actually let me restate, more like and Emo Albino.

She was tall, curvaceous and according to the entire male population of Forks had a "killer rack", I was short, had figure of a beam pole and as for breast? Well they weren't tiny but they weren't Rosalie's either.

"Hell. Fucking. No. I will not be seen dead in bunks, I'm 18 not 8" I joked.

"Here is the Bathroom" The realtor continued as she walked out of the room and back down the hallway turning left. I was mildly relived when I saw that the bathroom wasn't as small as I had been fearing. It had no bath, only a shower and basin but plenty of cupboard space. "And toilet" she gestured to her right as we left to the bathroom.

"And this is the Master " Said the realtor opening the bedroom to the right and flicking on the light. "Wow, this is big" whispered Renee sounding just as surprised as I know doubt looked. It was freshly painted a beautiful cream color. At the far side of the room were long full length curtains that ran all the way to the floor.

"You two could share this one?" Renee asked questioning me.

"The great thing about this is the sliding doors lead right out to the decking , and there's a nice little garden" chirped the Realtor as she swiftly gripped the lavender colored curtains and brushed them aside revealing a huge set of sliding doors.

"It would fit both mine and Rosalie's two queen sized beds in it for sure" I mumbled trying to contain my excitement as I stepped out onto the decking.

There was no fence, instead a horse shoe shaped a leafy hedge running from the end of the house stopping just outside our door completely encircling the courtyard. In the middle of the picturesque enclosure was a beautiful outdoor swing enough for two or three people. Set in dark cedar the A frame was a standout in the garden and came complete with a black canopy.

Pots and flowers scattered all around the garden all be it most of them dead, but still it had potential.

"How cute is this?" Rosalie beamed looking at me smiling widely.

I had to admit she was right. This little garden was utterly charming.

"It's perfect." I mouthed to Renee (and when I say perfect I mean cheap) but she didn't need to know that.

"We'll take it, how long is the lease?" Renee asked

"It's twelve months, the bond is three weeks advancement so you're looking at around nine hundred and thirty." She stated

"Ok" said Renee as she rummaged around her hand bag.

I was still pissed though, I was going to be sharing a room with Rosalie. Rosalie of all people! Being only 18 months apart we were close but Rose could be so high maintenance. One of those people you could only handle in small doses. I inwardly groaned at the prospect of having virtually no privacy that and the fact she had a sick obsession with Mariah Carey. Damn it!

"Here you go" Said Renee as she handed the Realtor a cheque and began signing various documents.

"Here, here, and here" said the realtor as she indicated where Renee should be signing.

" So when can we move in? " Sang Rosalie excitedly

"The house is vacant so you can move in as soon as the cheque clears, in two or three days" She replied

"Oh thank you lord! I can have a shower without having Emmett 'Accidently' barging in." Rosalie giggled.

It was true, I was pleased to note that I would be showering in a bathroom with an actual lock on it.

Not that we should be complaining. It was an amazing gesture having Carlisle invite us into his home while Renee tried to put the pieces of her life together. Having your husband of twenty years up and leave you on a whim (and by whim I mean secretary) had been as severe kick in the teeth for Renee.

I still remember they day I came home to find my mother curled up in a ball whimpering on the floor. I had tried for hours to get her tell me what was wrong only for her shake her head and breath heavily each time I asked . After two hours of convulsing, shaking and incoherent ramblings Rosalie had finally rang the only person we knew could help. Carlisle. He showed up, ushering Rosalie aside ordering her to get a drink of water while sticking a pill in Renee's mouth like he was worming a cat. It was like somebody had died and I know it's so corny and cliché but apart of her did die that day.

Charlie, I despised him with every inch of my being. This was his fault.

Why on earth did he even marry Renee? They were complete opposites like the sun and the moon. Renee of course being the sun, Warm, comforting and infectious. Charlie being the moon, Cold, dismal and useless (well, most o f the time).

He had just given me yet another reason to hate men in entirely. Prick

I didn't really want to leave Carlisle incase she had another breakdown. There was no way I could handle another fucked up episode like that. But she insisted we leave before Carlisle's nephews arrived.

They were coming to spend the winter with him. I didn't see what the big deal was, they spent every winter here. And truth be told, I had heard that they weren't exactly model students and subsequently had been expelled due to 'lewd behavior'. This had come from Rosalie of course so I couldn't be to sure if it was reality or rumor.

She really should have married Carlisle not Charlie. She seemed so much happier around him. I knew Carlisle outdid my father in the physical stakes he was Tall, really tall about six foot infact, blonde hair and ocean blue eyes with the body of a personal trainer. Plus he was nicer, had more money and worshiped the ground Renee walked on.

And Emmett was like the brother I never had. Tall, the athletic type with dark curly hair, deep brown eyes and the cutest dimples I'd ever seen. Since the divorce we had hung out a lot. He had even managed to get me outrageously drunk on our third night in the house. Which I would never do under normal circumstances, but with the divorce and everything going on around me I felt compeled to talk to someone. And that someone just happened to be poor Emmett. I hade divulged a lot of things that I probably shouldn't have that night. But Instead of running for the nearest exit during my drunken emotional state he just listened, gave me advice making crude jokes at every opportunity. Some people would have thought it inappropriate but the truth was those lame jokes were just his way. His was of comfort and his way to protect himself. He told me about how his mother left him and Carlisle for another man and that he hadn't seen her since he was eight. It broke my heart and hearing his story made me feel both pathetic and scared. Scared that maybe Charlie wouldn't come back, Renee would go all Emo on us and do something stupid. And pathetic because at least Charlie was still in Forks and here not god knows where starting a new life.

Rosalie's tugging on my arm pulled me out of my stupor as we made our way to the kitchen.

"Fantastic, thank you..Siobhan?" Renee said squinting trying to read the Realtors name badge.

"No problem. Ok well, if I have any dramas I'll let you know, other wise I'll see you on Wednesday. Reception will have your keys." She stated shuffling all her papers together and leading us back outside. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

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