Author's Note: I hope you guys are enjoying. Please bear in mind that it pretty much follows the story of Twilight, but with completely diffrent characters who do different things; also some stuff that happens in the film appears here too.
Diclaimer (I forgot before): I do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does. But I do own the individual characters in this story.
THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL BUT I STILL DON'T KNOW
"Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense"
A group of five astonishingly beautiful people were walking, almost in slow-motion, outside the cafeteria. My mouth fell open slightly and I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to this sudden 'change of scenery'. I could only see a profile of them, one man with onyx-black hair and 'designer stubble', he looked too old to be at school, maybe he was a teacher. No. He was holding hands with a rice-coloured blond girl. Another man was behind them: he was more impish than the other one, he had rich chestnut brown hair that was in his eyes and a wide smile with deep lines on either side of his mouth. His build was different, he was more boyish than the other guy, more lanky almost. He also looked like he could teach here, but again I saw his arm around a girl. Another blonde but her hair was corn-coloured and messier, this girl was much taller and thinner. As I was analysing them, the short pale-haired girl turned to look at me through the windows with her cat-like eyes, I met them and flushed. She looked at the ground and smiled slowly. She looked back up at her boyfriend and kissed his cheek. They entered the cafeteria.
"Who are they?" I asked Jackson. He obviously knew of who I was referring to since he answered without even glancing towards them.
"The Vandevilles. They're not from around here, they moved from Alaska, like, two years ago." Jackson spoke while picking a bagel to pieces with his fingers.
"What are you two talking about?" Hayley interrupted anxiously. Jackson laughed wryly.
"Just the Vandevilles." He gave Hayley a look that I wasn't meant to see.
"Oh." Hayley made a slight choking sound in the back of her throat. "They don't hang out with any other kids at school, because they are all together," she paused with a strange look in her eyes, "like together together."
"Hayle, they're not really related" Jackson said trying to end this conversation as quickly as possible.
"I know but they live together, it's weird!" She frowned and sipped her soda and joined in with another conversation with a different girl.
"Who are they?" I asked again but tried to refine the question more.
"Well, that big guy, is George, and the blond girl, Iris Carter, she's really weird." Hayley whispered and tilted her head in their direction. "And the tall blond-haired girl, that's Analeigh Carter." Hayley looked down at her half-eaten pizza as they passed. "and she is with Devon."
"Dr and Mrs Vanderville are like these foster parents slash matchmakers." Jackson laughed maliciously "Maybe they well adopt me." He added wistfully. I wondered why he would say that, I thought he didn't like the Vandevilles. And then I saw.
"Who's that?" I asked casually as I saw another girl walking along the outside of the cafeteria. Jackson looked and smiled.
"Oh! That's Lillian Vanderville." Jackson said while smiling and nodding. I glanced over my shoulder again to see the other girl, she was – breathtaking. "I mean she's gorgeous, obviously, but don't waste you time. She. Doesn't. Date." He laughed and then his face turned sullen. "Apparently none of the guys here are good looking enough for her."
Obviously his advances in the past had backfired. I looked at the beautiful family again, they were now sitting the table furthest away and had trays of untouched food in front of them. I thought away for a while, thinking calmly and deeply so I could to gain enough courage to look at them again in detail.
George - I think that was his name - had square shaped face. He had pale skin, chalky, it was flawless, he even had a toned complexion and one dimple on the left side of his well-structured face. His hair looked even more staggeringly unusual indoors; it was clipped short and he had a widow's peak. I looked at his 'designer stubble' – he looked far too old to be attending a high school, maybe he was held back a year... or five. He was wearing a pair of black jeans, a dark blue hoodie and the latest Nike's – I was sure that they weren't in stores yet. He reminded me of a bear: he was stocky and able-bodied, yet you could see he was friendly; like a teddy bear without the stuffing.
Seated next to him was, Iris? I think that was what Hayley said. She was curvier, shorter and her blond hair was set into gentle waves. Her skin was a soft alabaster shade, her feline eyes were tight and rolling as she was talking to her sister. She was wearing a pair of peach-coloured crops and a crisp white shirt that was cut-off at her shoulders. On her feet she was wearing a pair of white ballet flats and I could faintly see an ankle bracelet. I looked at her face again she had high, prominent cheekbones and chin. I noticed that she was playing with an apple between her hands, talking to Analeigh and then about to take a bite but then talking again. She continued stared at the fruit while talking to Analeigh, occasionally smiling and looking at her her with her cat-like eyes.
I looked next to Analeigh, Devon was gone. I looked at the faded wood of our lunch table and quickly glanced to see if he was back, he was. I didn't see him go. I didn't even see I saw that he had a can of soda in his hand, he opened it and gave it to Analeigh, she took a half-hearted sip and handed it back to him. He was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a pair of red Converse trainers. He had a short sleeved printed T-shirt, it was a murky green-grey colour. His hair was a brown, ink-like colour and it was flopping around in his eyes. Devon's skin was pale, it looked like marble – what was with this family? Did they hate the Sun? Or did their skin just not tan well?
They all sat around their lunch table with their uneaten food – we were halfway through the lunch hour – they had not touched their food, at all. They sat there idly talking to one another, but not quite, they were staring into space as if in deep thought, mumbling to each other. They looked liked they belonged on and between the covers of a glamorous fashion magazine or on the runway, not in a town like Forks. I couldn't help but stare until I met the eyes of another.
Her symmetrical, heart-shaped face with the same pale visage as her family flashed back at me but only for a second. She seemed bored or unamused by me. I glanced at the floor then back to her just to convince myself that my eyes hadn't fooled me; yes, she was real. The girl did not look at me again. She had wide eyes and hair that was a profound ink-like colour. Her lips were plump and pink (naturally I would imagine) and well balanced, with a well-defined Cupid's bow. Her sightly hair was thick and heavy and set into silky barrelled waves, she had a fringe that sat two centimetres above her dark, well-sculptured eyebrows. Her hair sat half-way down her elongated back.
She was not statuesque, but she was not petite. Her height looked average, but you could see even though she was sitting behind a table that she had admirable curves by the classy clothes she wore: a pair of black skinny jeans that hugged her well-defined hips and a pair of black patent heels, she was wearing a black chequered, sheer shirt; her family was obviously rich, for these were designer clothes. She was wearing very little jewellery apart from a necklace that had some sort of symbol on it, a crest maybe. Even though I was sitting quite a distance away, I heard her voice for the first time; it was pure velvet. I still looked at them in awe, until (again) I met the gaze of the ivory creature who sat next to four other inhumanly beautiful people. I turned away and blushed, Hayley asked me if I was okay. I ignored her.
I lay my head onto the table and occasionally glanced towards the table with the family of irrevocably handsome students on it, Iris and Analeigh stood up with their tray of uneaten food and disposed of it, they were so graceful. The rest of the Vandevilles' remained, George and Devon seemed to be teasing Lillian slightly, Devon patted her on the shoulder and then took his and her food tray. George and Lillian stayed seated until the bell rang.