We're the Cullens
Chapter 1
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Emmett: Yello! Are you ready for your first fic?
Me: Yeah. *shrug nervously* I mean I'm not that bad, but will anybody read?
Emmett: *laughs boomingly* Of course they'll read. You have me in the story, right? *looking skeptical*
Me: Of course! *grin widely* No story is complete without you! *winks*
Emmett: That's what I'm talking about! Now don't keep them waiting! *pats his stomach* Anyway, I have to get going; it's been 3 hours since I last ate.
Me: That's not very long.
Emmett: That's what she said. *grins cheekily*
Me: *roll my eyes*Well, let's get started.
Emmett: That's what she said too. *laughs obnoxiously*
Me: How can you make everything dirty? *I gritted*
Emmett: It's a talent, sweets! *winks*
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Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns it all.
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Edward
'Cullen!' Mark, my boss barked through the speaker. 'Office, now.'
I sighed. This better be fucking important. I stood up angrily and stormed out of my cabin. On my way, I saw Jacob Black, grinning like a fucking loon, like he knew some secret I didn't. And the hangover from hell didn't help this situation.
'Jeez, Cullen' Jacob said. 'You don't want everyone to know that you've got your period.' and laughed obnoxiously.
I didn't find it a bit funny. Aside from the fact that he is one of my best friends, he knows exactly which buttons to push.
'Fuck off, Black.' I spat. 'I don't have time for your PMS jokes.'
'Oooh, touchy.' he teased. 'Somebody didn't get laid last night.'
I didn't have time for that now. I just gave him the bird and walked towards Mark's office. I stood in front of the door. I ran my fingers through my hair, and knocked on the door.
'Come in' Mark barked. I swear all this man does is bark in his gruff voice. I entered his office and sat in one of the chairs.
At 46, Mark Banner runs one of the most accomplished CIA agencies. Tall, intimidating, confident. He used to be the most cunning CIA agent in his late 20s, until he was shot in an encounter and was in coma for 8 months. Later he was recommended not to work on the field. So, he then decided to run a company that would get him lots of money and women.
Looking not a day less than 35, he can still get any woman he wants. 4 marriages and 6 kids later he discovered that he was not the "marriage" type. He's currently dating a girl half his age. Not my fault I know all of this shit. Jacob may be a man, but he is definitely a gossip-whore. And what makes it worse is that his girlfriend, Leah, is Mark's personal assistant.
'You wanted to talk, Mark?' I asked cautiously.
'Yes, it's about the Preston case.' Mark said. 'You know that case don't you?' he asked.
'Yeah. Victoria Preston. Guilty for drug overuse and killing her sister and mother. She's been in the rehab for the past 4 years.' I recalled.
'Not anymore.' He sighed. 'Apparently, she ran away from the rehab 3 months ago and there was no sign of her in this city or even this state. It wasn't until yesterday we found out that she was seen in Seattle.' He said and showed some candids and information gathered.
She looked different in this picture. Her hair was not blonde anymore. She'd dyed it to fire engine red. The only thing that made me recognize her was the blue in her eyes. Icy blue orbs were staring back at me through the picture. Her pupils were dilated clearly telling that she was either drunk or high from drugs.
I scanned through the information and found that she was living in a small apartment outside the city. Under the name Charlotte Weber, working as a waitress in a small café.
What had me confused was the fact that if there was all the information laid out, why didn't they arrest her?
As if sensing my doubts, Mark said, 'She's been meeting the city's most powerful men in the drug business. Not only that but she's been hanging out with Laurent Scott, that man can do some serious damage. If we have him in our custody, we'll get surely get some information that'll help us.'
Wow. I didn't know Victoria could do that. Well, you can't underestimate anyone I guess.
'What do you want me to do?' I asked as Mark was staring outside his huge window, observing the busy New York streets.
'You see, Cullen… I always send you for the climax of the movie, the fight. People gather information for you, you shoot with your guns and do your job.' he said, smiling wistfully. Oh no. This can't be good.
He turned away from the window opened a drawer and threw a package at me.
'This time you gather the information, and get Laurent Scott and Victoria Preston. This time you do all the shit and give us a call. No spoon-feeding for you anymore, Cullen.' He said in a smug tone. 'Open the package.' He urged.
Ugh. That bastard. I sighed and opened the package. There were 4 tickets to Seattle. A set of keys what looked like for an apartment? I hadn't said anything for a long time. I pursued my lips, why can he possibly be giving me 4 tickets?
I finally opened my mouth, 'Why 4 tickets, Mark?' I asked.
'Well, Cullen, it's not a mission for 4 weeks.' He said sternly. 'I give you 4 months. I want you to do your best. People will get suspicious when they see a single man alone for a long span of time like 4 months. We don't want any suspicions now.' He said, and pointed at the tickets, 'You fake a family. Find a bunch of people and make them your family.' He continued casually.
'You think it's fucking easy to make a fake family?' I roared. I looked down at the tickets and saw the date, a week from now. 'In a week?' I continued.
'I told you, Cullen. There is no spoon-feeding for you this time.' He said calmly. Fucking "spoon-feeding".
'Fine, I'll do it.' I sighed.
'Atta boy.' Mark said. I rolled my eyes. 'Next week, Seattle then.'
I stepped out of his cabin feeling utterly exhausted. That's when 4 things hit me.
I need a fake family in 7 days.
My family lives in Seattle.
I haven't seen anyone from my family in that past 6 years.
I've to go unnoticed by my family for the next 4 months.
I took a deep breath. It's going to be fine. I went back to my cabin, and slumped in my chair.
I'm totally fucked.
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'So, you're telling me that, Banner told you to make a fake family and go live in Seattle for 4 months.' Jacob asked unsure. 'From what I know about you, your family lives in Seattle, right?' he continued for the 4th time.
I rolled my eyes. Leave it to Jacob to make things easier. 'Yes Jake, I just told you. Why the fuck are you asking me again and again?' I asked angrily.
We were having lunch at our usual hang out spot which was a small restaurant across the office.
'Sorry, man. I just—'he was cut short when the waitress came sauntering her ass.
'Here's your order, sir' She said in a nasally voice, placing the Chicken Piccata and turned to me. 'And your lasagna, handsome.' Pushing her plastic boobs into my face.
'Thank you-' I read her name tag. 'Lauren.'
'Anytime.' She said in her nasally voice and winked at me. 'Is there anything else you need?'
'Yes, handsome.' Jacob said fluttering his eyelashes. 'Is there anything else you need?'
I gave Jake a hard glare and cleared my throat uncomfortably.
'No thank you.' I choked.
Lauren glared at Jake then gave a wide ass grin to me and walked away from the table. I sighed of relief.
I turned to glare at Jake but he was already stuffing his mouth with food. I shrugged and started eating my lasagna. If it wasn't for the delicious food, I'd never enter this place. Every waitress has attempted to flirt with me by now. The more I ignore, they take it as a challenge. By the time I finished half of my meal, Jake was already done with his.
I've known Jacob Black for 4 years now. He hasn't changed much since the day I met him. Funny, confident and hungry are the three things that describe Jake. He's 26, a year younger than me. Tan skin, coal-black eyes and jet-black hair similar to his girlfriend Leah. Both are from Forks, Washington. A small town which is a 3 hour drive from Seattle. They lived on the Reservation, and he told me something about legends I don't remember.
'Whoa, Edward!' Jacob said. Waving his hand in front of my face. 'You better not be having fantasies about me.' He teased. 'I have Leah for that.'
I rolled my eyes and swatted his hand away. 'Sometimes you act like a complete dick.' I said. 'I told you the entire incident with Mark and you're not even suggesting shit.' I snapped.
'Sometimes you act like a gay.' He said. He raised a finger as I was about to argue. 'I mean, come on, you have had nearly every waitress in this restaurant ask you out. You don't show any interest.' He said shaking his head. 'You need to get laid man.'
'Right now, I have to find a fake family to take Seattle.' I huffed.
'If you were having a girlfriend, you would've taken her.' He pointed out. I knew he was right, so I just shrugged. 'You don't. So you need to find a fake family. Maybe they'll be in front of you and you wouldn't know. So keep your eyes and ears open.' He said with finality and smiled like he won a lottery. I rolled my eyes at his opinion.
'Thanks, Jake. You were a great help.' I said sarcastically.
'Anytime, man.' He said and slapped my shoulder.
Great. Just great.
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Finally. I thought as I turned into the familiar streets towards my apartment. I parked my Volvo next to a very familiar red Chevy truck. Which when turned on can wake a person from the dead. The truck was purposely parked at the edge of her space just to annoy me. She knows that this car is my baby and I wouldn't live even if there was a single scratch. That bitch. I didn't want to cause another fight to make this day even shittier so I just went into the elevator.
I lived on the 5th floor of the Twilight apartment. Jake helped me find this place when I was new to this city. It was a quiet place until 2 years ago Isabella fucking Swan came to live next door. She is the most annoying person on Earth. She works as a waitress in a small restaurant few blocks down.
She is a petite woman about 5''4. She has brown hair that comes till the small of her back. Big brown eyes that show nothing but anger for me. Pale skin that glows in the light. Full lips that I'd wish I could kiss. Isabella Swan was the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. The elevator dinged letting me know that I've reached my floor.
As soon the elevator door opened all the thoughts went flying out of the window when I saw her standing in front of my apartment door. Wind blew her hair as she turned towards me. Big brown eyes were staring back at me angrily. I walked towards her smirking, making her even angrier.
Ugh. I hate Mondays.
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