Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing. I needed a hobby; hopefully this will be a nice one. So since I am new to this, I'm not quite sure what all I need to disclaim so here goes:
First off, I also have this story posted on my Wattpad account under the name of redheadann.
Secondly, I will be following pretty closely to the Twilight series books and possibly borrowing some ideas from the movie as well. I do not own any of those obviously. I only own characters that are not recognized and the original ideas that are also not recognized. My plan is to cover all the books and a little bit further afterwards.
I am definitely not a genius when it comes to writing nor do I pretend to be. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Please let me know your thoughts on the story. Let me know what you like about it and what I can fix as well.
Thank you.
Look Out Forks
January in Phoenix, Arizona is a beautiful thing. The weather is constantly around 75 degrees and it is nearly always sunny. It is the ideal weather for driving to the airport with the car windows rolled down.
My mother — Renee — and I sing along loudly to the radio while my sister — Bella — tries to pretend like she isn't sulking in the backseat.
She isn't sulking because I got shotgun; she's sulking because we are leaving our mom and sunny Phoenix to move in with our Dad — Charlie — in Forks, Washington.
Forks wouldn't be so bad, if only it would ever stop raining there. Apparently, it is the rainiest place in the United States. I would know; Bella has reminded me of that fact for months now.
Hopefully, she will remember that this move was her idea.
Not that I can fault her reasoning. Our mom remarried to a man named Phil about a year ago. Phil is a minor league baseball player which causes him to travel most of the time. Our mom always stayed home with us instead of traveling with him. Although she would deny it vehemently, we could see how sad it made our mom to be without him.
Bella came up with the idea of moving in with our dad two months ago. After a moment of hesitation, I finally agreed with her plan.
To say our decision shocked our parents would be a bit of an understatement. Our dislike of Forks wasn't exactly hidden, seeing as once we turned fourteen we managed to talk our dad into spending our summer vacation in California instead. Despite it all, our dad is very happy with our decision and didn't ask too many questions.
Our mom was a different story. The past two months have been filled with "Are you sure?" And "You really don't have to do this."
"Bella, you're not going to be able to wear that shirt much in Forks." Mom says looking back at my sister.
I look back at my sister as well. She's wearing her favorite blouse. It's short-sleeved and thin. I opted for something more practical considering our destination – a pink hoodie with a pair of blue skinny jeans and my favorite brown boots that end just below my knees.
I snicker at the frown on Bella's face.
"It's her farewell to the sun." I inform my mom with a grin, ignoring the glare Bella sends my way.
As if I need her to remind me yet again that we are supposed to have a brave face for our parents so that they have no reason to suspect we don't really want to be in Forks.
"You don't have to say goodbye, ya know." Mom says with a hint of pleading.
"We want to go, Mom." Bella says in a strong voice. One that she has perfected over these last few months.
Bella, who is not a decent liar at all, actually sounds sincere. If I didn't know the girl better than the back of my hand, I might have fell for the act.
"It's an adventure for us, Mom." I start dramatically, "I mean, who doesn't want to start a new school during the middle of their junior year?"
This causes my mom to frown and Bella to flick my ear.
The rest of the ride to the airport consists of Bella and I taking turns yet again reassuring our mom that everything would be fine.
"Girls, you really don't have to go." Our mom says for the final time hugging us both tightly.
"We know." Bella and I answer simultaneously.
"If you change your mind, I'll head straight home." Our mom promises causing Bella and I to grimace.
I take a moment to really look at my mom. To ingrain her image into my brain before I leave. Her shoulder length dark auburn hair and blue eyes. Her beautiful smile.
It's no secret that I take more after her than my dad. I share the same hair and eye color as her. My auburn hair falls down to my mid-shoulder blades and is naturally straight. My personality is also like hers. We are both hopeless romantics and can be pretty loud.
Bella takes more after our Dad. They both have brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. Bella's hair is also straight and the same length as mine. She is quieter like our Dad as well.
The oddest thing about Bella and me, is that although we are fraternal twins we share a lot of the same features. Our hair and eye color are different yet our facial features are the same. We are both 5'4 and both have slender builds. We are constantly asked if one of us dyed our hair or wear colored contacts. Although I am the twin that has to wear contacts, they are definitely not colored.
I know that Bella is having a harder time than I am leaving our mom. Bella is the 40 year-old in the 17 year-old's body. She is the more mature one out of the three of us. She always made sure to keep up with the bills, cooking, and cleaning.
I guess that makes me the lazy twin. Whatever.
"We will be fine." I say reassuringly.
"Tell Charlie I said hi." Our mom says.
"We will." Bella answers her this time.
"Call me when you get settled." Our mom demands of us.
"We will." I say while rolling my eyes.
"I love you, Rory." My mom says squeezing me tight in a final hug.
"I love you too." I say.
Bella and our mom say their goodbyes and we wave to our mom before getting on our plane.
I have a personal hatred of flying. For one, I have a fear of heights. Second, I am highly claustrophobic. My four hours spent in the air consist of blasting Avril Lavigne in my ears thanks to my trusty CD player; sitting in the aisle seat so that I don't feel too trapped while simultaneously gripping the arms of my seat so hard my knuckles stay an unnatural shade of white. I even make time to send glares over at Bella who sits comfortably by the window calmly reading Wuthering Heights for the millionth time. She gave up trying to calm me down after the first hour.
To say I am happy when the plane lands in Port Angeles would be the understatement of the century. While Bella calmly waits for everyone else to get off, I forcibly push and shove my way out. Stepping out into the chilly air of Washington, I take a deep breath and let out a relieved sigh. I'm so happy to be out of the confining plane that the unpleasant feeling of rain doesn't even bother me.
I decide to wait at the end of the ramp for Bella, who as usual is one of the last ones off. Together we go and get our luggage, which consists of three bags each and find our way to our Dad who can be seen standing by his Police cruiser. Our Dad is the Chief of Police in Forks.
We stumble our way over to him. He wraps an arm around both of us in an awkward hug.
"I'm so glad you girls are here." He says as he lets us go.
"Hey Dad." Bella says as I say, "We're glad to be here."
"How's Renee?" He questions as we load our bags in the back of the cruiser.
"Mom's good." Bella replies.
"She says 'Hi'" I add as I climb into the back seat deciding to let Bella have the front seat. I already know this car ride is going to be awkward.
"I've found you girls a truck. Real sturdy; they don't make them like this anymore. It's real cheap too." Dad announces as we begin the hour drive to Forks.
I grimace at the idea of a sturdy truck. It sounds bulky. I'm the type of girl who prefers small cars. Bella, on the other hand, needs a freaking tank. That clumsy twit.
I come to the conclusion that Bella is best served for this conversation — she is after all the only one out of the two of us who has actually saved some money for a vehicle for us. I personally don't care if Charlie drove us around in the cruiser — heck, maybe I could talk him into using the siren just to scare the crap out of people.
I tune out of their conversation while staring out the window until I hear a familiar name.
"Do you remember Billy Black from the reservation?" Dad inquires.
"No." Bella answers instantly.
"We used to go fishing with him and his son Jacob during the summer?" Dad supplies.
"I remember Jacob!" I blurt out with a grin.
Jacob Black was a friend of mine during our summers with Dad. Bella, always being the more mature one, spent her time with his older twin sisters. Jacob and I used to get into all kinds of shenanigans together.
Dad looks at me in the rear view mirror with a small smirk, "I figured you would, Rory. You two were always up to something."
"I'll have to go visit him. It's been years since we last hung out." I say with a small smile.
"I'm sure Billy and Jacob would be happy to see you — both of you." Dad says.
"So about the truck." Bella changes the topic causing me to go back to looking out the window. Forget that truck.
We learned that Dad already bought the truck for us causing us to thank him. Then there was small talk about the weather — how awkward. The rest of the ride is relatively silent.
The house looks the same as it always has. It's a white, 2 bedroom two-story home. Sitting in the driveway is an old red truck. By old, I mean this truck looks like it fell out the 50's. I wrinkle my nose. I can definitely see Bella driving this tank. I think I would prefer the cruiser.
Not wanting to come off as ungrateful, I plaster a smile on my face. Bella and I tell Dad that it's perfect. The difference between us is that Bella actually means it. I, on the other hand, am seriously considering finding a part-time job to purchase my own vehicle. For now, the truck will do to help get me from point A to point B.
It doesn't take long to get mine and Bella's stuff up to our room that we unfortunately have to share. Our room still has the light blue walls and yellow window curtains that our mom put up when we all still lived in this house. There are two twin beds, one closer to the closet while the other is next to the window. There is also a desk with an old desktop computer on it, a dresser, and a book shelf.
It doesn't take long for Dad to leave us alone — something Mom would never be able to do.
We take our time putting our things away. I claim the top two drawers on the dresser leaving the bottom two for Bella. She gets the first three shelves on the book shelf and I get the remaining three on bottom.
Once all of that is finished, I go into the one bathroom and take a shower. I do my best to convince myself that everything will be okay.
We eat pizza with Dad for dinner — which I find awesome. Pepperoni pizza is my comfort food. Some girls drown their sorrows with ice cream; I smother mine with pizza.
That night Bella and I push our beds together. The rain on the roof makes it impossible for us to fall asleep. We hold on to each other as we cry ourselves to sleep, doing our best to reassure the other that this move will not be a complete disaster. But really, who are we kidding?