My first fanfiction, edited and re-uploaded many a time.
Updates are slow and the writing is poor. Let's just hope some part of it is worth it.
Everything belongs to the beautiful Stephanie Meyer

Getting off the plane was harder to do then i thought it would be. It wasn't that I was leaving my mother, nor was it that I was leaving Phoenix. I had no problems with leaving; I just had a problem with where I was going.

Forks was a small town in Washington, it was this town that my father, Charlie had lived in since he married my mother Renee. This was also the same town that my mother ran away from when I was only a baby. Forks was the place I had come to every summer holidays until my mother remarried. Forks also held the title of the most rained on town in the entire United States of America. And for the next year and a half, Forks was going to be my home.

I did brighten slightly at the sight of my father; he had hardly changed at all. Seeing him for the first time in three years made me realise just how unalike we really were. Charlie had curly brown hair that was thinning. He was of average height and had put on weight since I'd last seen him.

I had never really resembled either of my parents, while they both had dark eyes, mine were bright green. I was a little over 6 foot 2 while they were both much shorter. Most noticeably, their hair was darker then my strange shade of red-brown. My mother always called it auburn and my father thought it was funny to call it orange.

It wasn't just my appearance that greatly differed from my parents though; their personalities were opposites in the truest form of the word. Charlie was a laidback, very relaxed person while Renee was more adventurous and outgoing. Despite heavy influence from both of them I had always been a more reserved, withdrawn person. I observed people; I liked to listen to what people were saying and guess what they really meant. Despite my seemingly cold demeanour I had never had any trouble making friends.

On the hour drive from the small airport in Port Angeles Charlie and i sat in silence, he knew my relocation displeased me and, unable to completely pretend to be stoic, he opted to remain silent. I used the time to plan. Tomorrow was my first day at a new school and while I wasn't worried I didn't cherish the thought of arriving with Police Chief Charlie Swan in his Police cruiser. I didn't particullary feel like walking through the rain either, and rest assured, it would rain. As if reading my mind Charlie settled my silent queries swiftly.

"I bought you a car."

I was shocked. I was shocked by the words he spoke and the tone he used, as if buying me a car was no big thing for him.

"You didn't have to do that Charlie I was going to buy one myself " I choked.

"Calm down, kid. Don't worry; I remember how picky you are. I got a car you're going to love." He cut me off.

"How much?"

Charlie visibly squirmed, "it belonged to a friend of mine, I got it free"

"What type of car is it?" I continued with my interrogation.

"Now that'll ruin the surprise." he chuckled nervously, I turned to glare at him.

"Easy Ed, we'll be there in a few minutes and all will be revealed." he grinned at me and I couldn't help but smile back at his enthusiasm.

I knew our street the moment we turned on to it and as soon as our house was visible I zeroed in on the big, faded red truck, covered in rust. The cab was bulbous and every line of the truck bed was bulky. As we parked next to it I turned to my dad, gaping.

"You've got to be joking" i moaned. Charlie frowned at me.

"Stop complaining. It may not be pretty but it runs fine and that's what matters. You need to learn to appreciate what you've got." he growled, seemingly unsurprised that I'd found issue with his gift.. I immediately felt guilty and struggled to make amends.

"Your right it's fine, it's just not what i expected. I'm sorry."

Charlie just grunted in response pulling out my bags from the trunk and leading me up the path.

My room was the same as always. There was a dresser, a desk and some shelves. The rocking chair in the corner had been replaced with a black armchair that matched the black bed and the curtains around the only window in the room. The furniture was dark oak and the walls were navy blue. I put off unpacking, just putting my laptop on the desk and my cd's on the shelves before going down to watch the Mariner's game with Charlie. Neither Charlie nor I could cook, so we ordered pizza.

That night I had trouble sleeping with the constant rain on the roof and when morning came I had to talk myself out of bed, promising myself big breakfasts and hot showers.

The high school was easy to find and as nondescript and small-town as I had imagined. When I entered the building labelled as the office a red headed, middle aged, woman greeted me beaming.

"Good Morning, You must be the Chief's son. I'm Mrs Cope, here's your schedule, a map and some slips you need to get your teachers to sign. Oh and welcome home, I hope you'll like it here." she gushed happily while I nodded, overwhelmed. After leaving the office I moved my truck to the Car park, where I found no one really had a car that was anything special, my rust bucket would do.

People turned to watch as i drove in though; under their stare I parked carefully and just sat for a moment, preparing myself for the day.

I should have gone home. As soon as I'd stepped from the cab two girls were flanking me, gushing at me and fluttering their eyelashes. Just excellent.

I followed listlessly as they escorted me to my first class, chatting the entire time. I was relieved when neither was in my second class, hoping for a reprieve from the overwhelming newness. Immediately after class though, I was accosted by another guy.

"Hey man, you're the new kid right? I'm Tyler, What you got next?" he asked confidently working off my nods.

"Trig with Mr Varner." i supplied, unenthusiastically.

"I'm in that class too, i'll walk you there." he grinned.

I stood with a sigh and dutifully followed my newest babysitter. Tyler and I talked about sport for the walk but I could tell he saw me as a novelty, we didn't agree on much and though I was diplomatic I certainly hoped I'd find better friends. Nevertheless I went through Trig and then Spanish with Tyler and when the bell for lunch rang he turned to me.

"Do you want to come sit with us?" he asked. I definitely didn't have a better offer and he'd tried so hard already, I allowed him to lead me to the cafeteria.

"Forks high is pretty basic, most people are alright. There's a few you might want to avoid but they make that fairly obvious right away so you shouldn't have any problems. Sit there." By this time we had our food and were sitting at a large table in the middle of the room.

For the majority of lunch I answered the typical questions while looking around the room, it was there surrounded by strangers that I first saw them.

There were five of them; they caught my attention because of their distinguished similarities. They all had pale skin and deep circles beneath their dark eyes. Most noticeable though, was their beauty, they were breathtaking. I had never before seen such radiant perfection.

Despite their likeness to each other they could almost be described as complete opposites. There were two guys and three girls. The first guy was seriously muscled like a weight lifter, he had short, dark, curly hair. The other was taller and leaner though still muscular, he had longer blonde hair.

Next to him sat a tiny girl with short dark hair, she was extremely thin and had small features. The girl that sat at the opposite end of the table had long golden blonde hair and was statuesque, with beauty that could only be rivalled by the girl who sat at the centre of the table. She had dark brown hair that waved down to her waist, her face was heart shaped and her figure was perfect. Even with the other gorgeous girls at her table I was captivated by her small, pale, perfect features.

Tyler laughed loudly next to me,"I see you've already got your eyes on the Cullen family,"

I glanced at him questioningly and he smirked back at me,

" it's a phase everyone goes through, man. But you should know that they're the people I was saying you should avoid." he warned, as seriously as one can with a mouth full of food.

"Who are they? They don't look related?" I questioned, confused, Tyler laughed darkly in response

"They're not really related. They're all orphans who live with Dr and Mrs Cullen. The blondes are Rosalie Hale and Jasper Hale. They're twins and Mrs Cullen is their aunt and foster mom. The other three are Emmett, Alice and Isabella Cullen, and they're all adopted." he explained looking over my shoulder at them. "Just a couple of orphans" he sneered degradingly.

I arched an eye brow contemptuously at his malice, staring him down. He looked away and coughed before beginning again with obvious false bravado.

"So obviously the blonde guy is Jasper and the big guy is Emmett. The tiny chick is Alice, Rosalie is the blonde and the one in the middle is Isabella." he clarified while I turned around to put the faces to names.

They were all watching the beautiful brunette, Isabella, even though it was Emmett who was speaking at the time. I watched as Isabella brought her hand off the table to smack his chest, the table started laughing while Emmett rubbed the spot cringing. I watched as her eyes slid slowly over to meet mine. She stared coolly before turning to say something to Jasper. Next to me Tyler started laughing again.

"What?" I asked defensively

"It's just always funny when yet another guy falls for little Isabella," he muttered dryly.

"She certainly doesn't look little" I murmured in reply, unable to help my eyes from roving over her.

"Of the three girls, most guys go for Isabella. She's the hottest, she's the least bitchy and she's the only one who doesn't have a boyfriend." he stopped to roll his eyes before glaring at their table again.

"Who are Rosalie and Alice with?" I asked, not really caring but giving Tyler the attention I knew he wanted.

"Emmett and Jasper" he said drawled slowly. I looked over to see Jasper and Alice holding hands and Emmett's arm over Rosalie's shoulders.

"Makes sense" I nodded back to Tyler.

"Are you kidding? They live together, you don't find that a little sick?"

"You said yourself, they aren't really related" I shrugged, growing tired of Tyler's condemnation.

Looking back again i couldn't help but notice that Emmett's free arm was draped over Isabella and Jasper's was snaked around her waist. Tyler followed my eyes and grinned.

"Isabella is really close to her 'big brothers', that's actually what I was trying to say. She's the youngest and they're all real protective, they must have noticed you checking her out. I dare you to ask her out and watch her restrain her siblings. Trust me when I say this bro, She's gorgeous but her family makes it just not worth it." he shook his head in mock sorrow. At the other table the family stood together and walked out of the cafeteria as they went by all the students tore their eyes from me to watch them leave. Tyler spoke again bringing me back to earth.

"We should go the bells about to ring. You've got biology, right? Mike's in that class, he'll walk you, right Mike?" he looked over his shoulder non-committedly the boy on his other side stood up.

He looked me up and down smirking; measuring me up. I smiled in response, rising from my chair to tower over him, his face fell and we continued out of the cafeteria in silence.

"So," he started as we walked through the corridors. "I heard Tyler talking to you about the Cullen's."

He watched me from the corner of his eye. I nodded. He now stared at me as we walked, trying to read my face.

"I also heard that you've got a thing for Isabella and you should know that she won't be interested, no one's good enough for that bitch" he explained running his fingers through his short, spiked, golden hair and grinning like he'd just told a hilarious joke. I rolled my eyes and pushed past him into the corridor.

"Thanks for the advice" I replied dryly.

Mike nodded like he'd never heard of sarcasm before, introduced me to the teacher and strutted off.

What a dick.

"Hello Mr Cullen. Here is your book why don't you have a seat next to Miss Cullen," Mr Banner advised distractedly as he finished preparing to begin the lesson.

I froze. Sitting there next to the only spare seat in the room was Isabella Cullen. She was leaning over the table, her eyes closed her teeth buried in her bottom lip. She didn't acknowledge me when i sat down, she didn't even move.

When Mr Banner began the lesson she opened her eyes slowly and moved to the edge of the table. She didn't speak for the rest of the lesson, making me so tense that when the bell rang I dropped my pen. To pick it up I had to move closer to her, I was bent forward picking the pencil up from in front of her feet when I looked up at her,

"Mm," she hummed, staring at me. "Edward?"

Her voice was like bells and she smelt like flowers. I immediately smiled at her, rising to stand before her, completely forgetting to pick up my pen in the process.

She lazily smiled at me, leaning closer, "Can I ask you something Edward? In private?" her eyes were darker than I thought possible and full of hunger. My mouth fell open in shock at her forwardness, I nodded dumbly and her answering smile was darkly satisfied.

"Follow me" she urged, slinking smoothly towards the door while I followed eagerly, content with being led around for the first time today.

She halted abruptly in the door way and I ambled to a stop behind her, feeling hazy and unable to take my eyes off Isabella.

"Bella" a stern, unfamiliar voice growled nearby, I reluctantly tore my eyes from Isabella's behind to see all four of her siblings blocking the door way.

Rosalie reached out to tug a resigned and disappointed Isabella from the room, pushing her out the door and ushering her down the hallway.

Jasper and Emmett paused momentarily to glare at me before scurrying after the two departed girls.

They'd successfully extracted Isabella in a matter of seconds, as much as it inconvenienced me; I had to admit that they were good cock blockers. I was left pouting and confused.

Alice lingered in the doorway, gazing at me almost curiously; she opened her mouth but seemed at a loss for words.

She finally just smiled softly at me before urging me to "Be careful" In that situation, I'm sure it could be construed as a threat, but I was sure Alice was giving me advice.

She hesitated again before nodding slightly at me and gliding down the corridor after her insane family.

"Dude what the fuck did you do to Isabella?" Mike descended on me immediately.

I tried to shake the tool and his questions off but unfortunately, we both had gym next and he showed me the way as if I couldn't identify a gym on my own. He eyed me suspiciously the entire walk and tried to be subtle about his interrogations.

When we finally got to the gym even sport could not hold my attention; I spent the whole time picturing both Isabella's sinful expression and pained withdrawal, wondering what had affected her so.

After school I hurried into the office trying to escape the rain. There was already someone at the front desk when I got there and the expensive clothes and perfect figure told me instantly who it was.

Isabella.

She was speaking tensely with the receptionist in a low voice, but she stopped abruptly when I entered the room and turned to look over her shoulder at me, she seemed afraid. She turned back quickly, apologising to Mrs Cope before storming past me.

I finished in the office quickly, eager to leave.

When I got into the car park I ran to my car and joined the line of cars leaving the lot I saw what is probably the only expensive car in the entire town in front of me. The top was down and inside the car sat the Cullen's.

Isabella was in the passenger seat, shouting at Rosalie. Jasper, looking over his shoulder, rolled his eyes and leaned forward to whisper something in Isabella's ear. Alice and Emmett turned instantly to look at my car. Alice smiled while Emmett glared and Jasper looked bored. Rosalie spared a glance my way with a tiny smile, her eyes shooting between me and Isabella, who sat perfectly still and expressionless, facing forward.

The line moved forward and the Cullen's sped from the lot, leaving me stunned.

God this family was weird.

I drove home slowly, limited by the ancient truck. I wondered what it all meant, what I'd done wrong to offend the Cullen's so much.

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