Going to Forks
Going to Forks
The plane landed with a slight thump. We were finally in Port Angeles, Washington. My eyes were red and puffy with all the crying I'd been doing lately. There were also dark rings under my eyes from my lack of sleep. A loud snore came from the seat next to me. Apparently Emmett had no trouble sleeping.
"Emmett? Hey Em? The plane's landed. Hello?" I started to shake my brother awake. He made a low grunt.
"Five more minutes please Mom?" he mumbled. My heart stopped. Mom. I couldn't believe that she was gone, and Dad too.
"Emmett, please wake up. It's Bella. We're in Port Angeles now. C-Carlisle should be out there to p-pick us up," I choked out the sentence through yet another wave of tears. Emmett's eyes snapped open then darted to my face, gauging my reaction to his accidental words.
"I'm sorry Bells. I didn't mean… it just… well, it just slipped out," he said miserably. I felt terrible. He shouldn't be worrying about me, he should be mourning himself. I calmed down and gave him a weak smile.
"No problem brother bear," he smiled when I used his nickname, "let's go meet Carlisle." Emmett just nodded his head. We exited the plane and went to baggage claim.
Once we got there we looked around for Carlisle. I suddenly realized that we had no idea what this Carlisle look like. We'd never seen him before; he was supposedly our parents' friend from "back in the day". Charlie and Renee, my parents, had put him and his wife Esme on their will to take care of us. "Just incase anything bad ever happens," they'd said once. Well, it did, and here we are. Tears started to form, but I took control and forced them back. I would not cry anymore, at least in public.
A blonde man with the looks of a movie star began to walk toward us. When he was in front of us he said, "Excuse me, are you Emmett and Bella? Charlie and Renee's kids." We nodded. "I'm Carlisle Cullen. My wife and the rest of the family are at the house. I didn't think that you would want too many people here." I smiled at him. I think I already like this guy.
"Thank you so much sir. I can't tell you how grateful we are that you're taking us in. Especially on such short notice," I told him, and it was the truth.
"It's no trouble at all, and please, call me Carlisle." His tone had certain gentleness to it; I could tell that we'd get along fine. "I think your bags are coming now," he said. Emmett and I walked over to the baggage claim and waited until we saw our luggage come around. Emmett picked them up and set them on the ground. I reached towards my bag but Carlisle got to it first.
"Oh, you don't have to do that. I can carry it," I said.
"Please, let me," he said. I smiled uncertainly at him and he turned and started walking towards the exit. Emmett and I stayed a small distance back from Carlisle, just enough for us to talk without him overhearing.
"Are you holding up okay Bells?" Emmett asked. I could tell he was concerned about me.
"I'm fine Em. Carlisle seems really nice," I said.
"Yeah he does, but we still have to meet the rest of his family," Emmett replied.
Throughout the car ride to Forks, Emmett kept shooting glances at me, checking to see if I was holding up okay. After about a half hour of this, I got aggravated. "Emmett I'm fine, you don't have to keep checking on me." I snapped. His shoulders slumped a little and I instantly regretted my outburst. "I'm sorry brother bear. It's just… I wish that you didn't feel the need to keep checking on me. I feel like you worry too much about me and not enough about yourself. I haven't even seen you cry yet. Not since we first found out about Mom and Dad."
"That's okay squirt," he said, and ruffled my hair. "I'm just caught up in checking on if my little sis' is okay. Besides, I'm dealing with everything my own way. You don't have to worry about me.
"We're here," said Carlisle. I jumped. I had forgotten that he was there with us. I heard Emmett chuckling from beside me so I elbowed him in the side.
"Ouch," he mumbled. That caused me a giggle of my own. Emmett's eyes softened at the sound of my laugh. I hadn't laughed once since Mom and Dad died.
"I have to warn you, my daughter Alice is a little… exuberant. She'll probably," he was interrupted by an earsplitting screech, "do that," he finished. "Well, I should introduce you to the family," he said. He had a mixture of excitement and exasperation in his tone. Emmett and I walked towards the trunk to get the suit cases but Carlisle said, "Don't worry about the suitcases; we can come back for them later." He then led us toward his house.
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A/N: So, any good? Review and tell me what you think. Should I keep going?