Well, I'm already writing the second part. And I own nothing, but imagination.
Enjoy.
In the primary school, Bella has never bothered doing a family tree. Nor that this meant anything, she simply had enough knowledge that she had parents, uncle and cousins who had visited her only a couple of times.
So when the happy and excited Renee flew into the living room, the girl thought something like "Phil will be coming soon" and mentally waved her hand. In vain, I guess.
The next day, she was woken up early in the morning by smells from the kitchen, and Bella shook her head first. Then she rushed down to save her mother's cooking, because she cooked worse than Charlie did. He, at least, did not put metal items in the microwave.
"What's up, mom, guests?" Asked Swan from the kitchen doorway, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
"Honey, do you remember Rose?" Began from a distance Rene, turning to her daughter and completely forgetting about the pasta on the stove.
"Hale?" Well, not really.
Hale twins were the children of Bella's aunt, who had crashed on a motorcycle about ten years before that. The guardianship authorities longed for Renee, but one child was more than enough for her.
"Her brother, Jasper, decided to make a visit today. You know, walking nearby, so to speak." Renee chuckled, clearly not concluding something. Bella tried to smile back, but it was somehow nervous. She did not communicate with them right from the time they moved to the neighboring state with the foster family.
Already in her room, Swan pulled an album of photographs from under the bed and began to recall her relatives. Finally, she caught a glimpse of a picture of a small boy with light, matted hair reading a book, and Bella, even younger, sitting next to him and listening, probably. Photographs somehow magically evoke memories and like a film in your head include. Each of them has its own story...
Down below, she heard a scuffle, cursing and, it seems, scraping of the front door. Bella sighed, looked at herself in the mirror and stomped into the living room. Not that she was a very sociable person, rather with the exact opposite. Moreover, somewhere deep down she hoped that Hale would not be that type of people, whose worst enemy was the silence.
Jasper quietly spat the row piece of meat into the napkin, but pretended nothing outstanding had happened. Just looked askance at Bella, thoughtfully picking steak with a fork. The girl muttered something to herself and went to wash the dishes.
In some ways they were similar - his little sister, Charlie's exact copy, did not fill it with questions, did not hurry to embrace, and appreciated the silence and personal space. No, he was by no means a shy child hiding behind his mother's skirt in the kindergarten, as it might seem at first glance. Rather simply mute and distrustful, cautious even, especially among strangers.
"Can we get a pizza then?" asked Hale, appearing in the kitchen with a couple of dirty plates. Bella, washing dishes in the sink, first jumped a little from surprise, then looked at him in thoughtfully and nodded. Another couple of minutes they stood in silence, because both did not know what to say, and discussing the hideous cooking of Renee behind her was not very polite.
"Do you like the rain?" Suddenly, the girl asked, looking at the weather on the street.
"Gonna talk about the weather?" He grinned, leaning against the countertop. Bella shrugged and looked out of the window. "What films do you like?"
"Horrors." Swan blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Jasper looked at her defiantly and went into the room. He came back in a couple of minutes with a disk, the inscription on which said... "30 days of the night"? Are you serious?
"You said you love horror movies, didn't you?"
"Yes, but ..."
"Do I look like a clown?"
"No, but…"
Bella knew that this was not going to end well, because you always have to think. Yes, and Renee disappeared somewhere, the girl has not seen her since the time they washed dishes.
The day passed somehow surprisingly quickly, because she had enough homework. Nevertheless, the evening promised to be boring. Someone will tremble with fear in front of the TV screen, and someone, like Swan already guessed, will be laughing at her without a twinge of conscience.
"When a person encounters a force that he cannot destroy, then he destroys himself instead. This is his curse..."
And when the next ghoul was once again dining with some peasant, Bella hugged the pillow more forcefully and pushed her legs under her. Sitting on the other side of the couch, Jasper looked at her thoughtfully and, oddly enough, stood up to change the disc.
For a second the house became very dark, especially the still living in the head scenes from the film gave vent to the imagination, so Bella exhaled with relief and closed her eyes when the familiar titles ran on the screen.
"Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene…"
This time Jasper sat close enough to Bella to throw an arm around her and pat her arm gently.
"Little movie lover girl" he mumbled. Well, he felt strangely protective of her now.
"Where is mom?" she asked in a low voice and yawned.
"Well, she won't be home for some days, so I'm stuck here with you." Hale joked and Swan frowned. "What?"
"I don't need to be babysat." she complained and stood up, chewing her lip.
"As you wish" Jasper said, switching the TV off. "Anyway, it's rather late now." he glanced at the clock, which showed past midnight.
"Goodnight"
"Night"
Bella took some slow steps into darkness of the house and then just ran to her room, stumbling over the carpet and falling twice, but managing to reach the light to caught the breath.
No horror movies.
Ever.
Downstairs Jasper chuckled, amused, and collapsed on the sofa.