This is for my friend Taylor. She loves imprint stories, specifically Embry imprint stories, so I decided to write this for her. Her fanfic name is Twilightfanfic96, so check out her stories as well. She is the beta for this story, so thanks! Here's the chapter!
I took one last look behind me at my old house. The house that had one held bright cheerful memories for me but now harbored ill feelings whenever I looked at it. I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying not to cry as I shoved the last suitcase in the back of my neighbor's car. They were shipping my car and furniture to my destination, so I only had to bring my clothes and a few small possessions with me on the plane.
I slammed the car door shut and dragged myself to the front of the vehicle, getting into the passenger side door.
"Taylor, every thing's going to be alright. You grandma sent money for you for a plane ticket.. I've already bought it for you, here it is." Said my neighbor, Mrs. Norris.
"Thanks Mrs. Norris." I said, taking the stiff piece of paper from the gray-haired woman who had been my babysitter as a child, and my neighbor since I was a little baby.
"It's no problem." She said, starting her old beat-up car and pulling out of the driveway and starting down the street.
Oh, I don't think I've introduced myself. I am Taylor Lewstin. I have long dark brown hair, scene style, and my skin was a light caramel color. I had a slender, slightly athletic body, and people said I was easy to hang out with, easy-going. I was going to Forks Washington to live with my Grandmother because my mom... well, I'd rather not get into that right now.
We soon pulled into the airport parking lot, where we got my luggage and everything set up to get on the plane and had given my ticket to the woman behind the counter. Mrs. Norris said goodbye, giving me a final hug, and getting back into her car to leave.
I sighed, looking back at the car that was now driving off, out of the parking lot. I quietly boarded the plane, dragging my carry-on with me. I ended up finding my seat rather quickly, and put my bag in the compartment above my seat. I sat down in the seat by the aisle.
Once we were in the air, I pulled out my Ipod, and put in the ear buds. About an hour or two later, I really had to use the restroom, so I shoved my Ipod in my pocket and got up to walk towards the bathroom on the plane.
After I got out, I ran into a girl in the aisle of the plane.
"Hello, I'm Alice Cullen. I just wanted to tell you that your Ipod fell out of your pocket and a four year old is now playing with it." Said a pixie-like girl with dark hair.
"Crap." I said, checking my pocket only to find that she was right. I quickly retrieved my possession before turning back to the girl. "I'm Taylor Lewstin, and thanks so much. I owe you one."
"No problem, consider it a small deed from your friendly neighborhood spider-girl." She said. I looked at her weirdly for a second before bursting out laughing. She was so weird, but awesome at the same time.
We chatted a bit more before I headed back to my seat. I wiped my Ipod off on my jacket, and started listening to it again. Soon, the airplane was getting near Forks, Washington, and I was getting anxious to get off this godforsaken plane. I grabbed my carry-on, and quickly got off the plane.
I looked around for Billy Black, who I've only ever seen in in pictures my mom had, but I couldn't find him. I decided to ask around. This town was so small, you should know everyone if you live here.
"Excuse me, do you know anyone by the name of Billy Black?" I asked a couple. They were perfect, pale white, but very beautiful.
The boy looked to be about eighteen, the girl maybe the same age, give or take a year or two. The boy had bronze hair, golden looking eyes, and his arm wrapped protectively around his girlfriend.
The girl, had chocolate brown hair that fell in waves past her shoulders and golden eyes as well. They were both wearing similar designer clothing.
"Actually, he's an old friend of mine. He's... right over there actually." The girl said, motioning to an old man sitting in a wheelchair. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Bella Cullen, and this is my husband Edward Cullen." She said, smiling a perfect smile at me.
"It's nice to meet you." Edward added.
"I'm Taylor Lewstin... it's err - nice to meet you." I said, not good at dealing with formalities
"Well, you'd better go and greet Billy. He most likely wants to go watch the baseball game with my father. It's on right now. Just started actually." Bella said, nodding towards the cripple, who in my opinion looked so anxious, he appeared to have to use the facilities.
"Thanks again. Goodbye!" I said, waving as I went to join the man. "Hello, I'm Taylor Lewstin... are you Billy Black?" I asked when I got there.
"Yes ma'am, now let's get going. My son's waiting for us in the car. He's going to drive." Billy said, leading me to some old Volkswagen.
"Hello, I'm Taylor, and you're Jacob?" I asked when we got to the car. I plopped myself down in the backseat while Jacob helped Billy in the passenger side.
"Yeah, nice to meet you." Jacob said, hurrying back over to the driver's side and starting the car.
"You guys seem anxious..." I observed.
"Yeah, the games on, and I have someone to meet." Jacob said mysteriously. I decided not to press the matter as I'd just met him.
"So how's my Granny doing?" I asked randomly.
"Asha's doing good." Billy mumbled. Silence fell again.
"That's awesome." I said, trying to start up some kind of conversation to break the awkward silence.
We finally pulled up into a two-story beaten down ramshackle brick hut-like house with a green porch that looked dangerous to walk on.
"Is this my grandma's house?" I asked, uncertain.
"Yeah, it's bit of a fixer-upper on the outside, but the insides rather nice. We have to be somewhere, so we'll just see you in, and then leave." Billy said.
I nodded. "Thanks so much for the ride. I appreciate it you two. I really do. And Jacob, don't be afraid to send any hot single friends you may have to my house." I said, laughing as I got out of the car. Jacob looked torn between a desire to laugh or be freaked out.
I waved goodbye to them, before pulling my bag more securely over my shoulder and walking up the decrepit green porch stairs. They squeaked, a lot, so I remembered this for later, in case I ever had to sneak out. Hey, you never know!
I noticed a couple dead flower beds beneath the two windows on the house. I sighed, this was going to be great. At least I was heading off to college soon. I won't have to stay here long, just a month and a half. Luckily I'd been planning to go to Washington University before all this crap happened. We were going in about two weeks to see my dorm for the first time. I walked timidly up to the front door, my hand paused before knocking on the forest green door with peeling paint.
Would she recognize me? I wasn't very close to her and doubted that we shared any interests. I shifted nervously as the door opened.
"Taylor! You look so much like your mother! Come in, come in." To say I was shocked by this woman was an understatement.