A.N. I hope you guys like this! SEQUEL TO An Admirer Of Beauty. Enjoy! and one tip. Anything in bold is an author's note. Thanks. Oh, and if you haven't read An Admirer of Beauty please read that first!
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Let me go home
I'm just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I'm living
someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
when everything was going right
And I know just why you could not come along with me
This was not your dream
but you always believed in me... –Home by Michael Buble
Chapter One: Home
R. P.O.V.
Thursday, August 28th 2031 5:36
I had been sitting in the indigo walls of my room for over two hours.
I sat at the head of my bed with my head leaning against the walls. My bags sat at the foot of my bed with contents spilling out.
A pen and notebook were in my hands. My eyes were closed as I let the sweet scent of coconut filled my nostrils.
Okay, no, I am not obsessed with coconut. It's just…well, I like it, and for some reason everything I touch also smells of coconut. For me, it feels like an infection, but none of this is my fault. It just sort of…came randomly.
I heard a quiet noise, and soon the air was filled of strawberries. Okay, Mom does not reek of strawberries, but for some reason I have super senses. It's weird, but I like it.
"Renesme honey," I opened my eyes to meet my mother's soft, pale face. She was young looking, and beautiful. She has long, wavy brown hair, and large chocolate eyes.
Lots of people say I look a lot like my mother. I have her long, wavy chocolate brown hair, with natural bronze highlights. I have pale skin, and large chocolate brown eyes.
I have noticed I don't look much like my father other than the fact that he is also quite pale, and I don't have much of a woman's body.
I hardly have any curves, though I'm almost six feet tall (1 more inch!), I also have mostly his features, but no one bothers to look for those.
I lifted my head up, and smiled at my mother "What's up, mom?"
"Oh, um…well, how's the packing going?" She asked entering the room, her footsteps not making a sound.
"Good. I guess." I answered without giving it much thought. I got up closing the notebook and setting the pen on top and stretched while my mother glanced out the window that overlooked the street, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.
Mom was shy, around everyone, except of course, dad. That was obvious enough they had been married for what? 13 or so years?
Anyway, getting to the point is it was strange. I mean, for you, wouldn't it be weird if you had a mom who was really shy?
"So, you're okay? I mean, with the move?" She asked worry, and sadness etched into her face. That was another problem with mom; she's too easy to read, and is too self-sacrificing and selfless.
"Of course mom, I will be able to survive till winter. It's fine if you want to visit your dad." I assured her. "Now you should go and get yourself packed up. The plane's leaving tomorrow morning."
"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked and I nodded "And you're sure you don't need any help? Maybe you want to get some more clothes just in case or…"
"Mom," I cut her off "I'm fine. When Alice and Jasper arrive then we can go shopping together if you want."
This made her happier and she left the room, closing the door behind her. This left me gazing out the window.
I felt so sorry for her. My entire life mom had tried to spoil me to make up for her childhood. She didn't want me to have all the responsibility she had.
But in her own way she was still somewhat a kid. She had never really had a childhood, so every once in a while I liked to spend time with her, and then, we were both teenagers.
I soon found I was staring at the indigo walls. They used to be a pale pink, but Esme, and Alice had redone the whole house a few years ago.
I flopped down on my bed, and sighed.
Thursday, August 28th, 2031 7:21
"I'm so sorry dinner's late" Mom apologized over and over again.
My father, Edward, sat down and said "It's fine honey. Really it's fine." Mom nodded, but still didn't seem convinced.
I chomped down my food, and then headed for bed. I knew I could get time to sleep on the plane, but I wanted time to think. Alone.
Everything was ready for tomorrow morning. We would be getting up early and getting on our plane to Forks.
It was weird. Mom had wanted to go and visit her father, Charlie, but when we finally got hold of him summer was coming to an end, so I would be going to Forks High until winter and then we'd be going home and I would finish the year back here.
I lay on the bed, and closed my eyes.
Friday, August 29th, 2031 7:00
Beep Beep Beep.
I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut. I slammed the snooze button down, and then slowly got up. I glanced at the clock.
7:01
Great. I would be on the clock today, had to rush since I didn't want to get up at six.
I was still in my clothes, but I didn't really care. I grabbed my clothes, and jumped into the shower. When I jumped out I checked the time on the clock in my bathroom.
7:12
Woops. I took way too long in there.
After I had eaten, and brushed my teeth it was 7:24. Not good.
I grabbed my bags and headed down the stairs Dad and Mom were patiently waiting there, and the cab was outside.
I was relieved the plane hadn't left when we got there, and we got in our seats at a good time. As the plane was taking off I settled in and fell asleep.
Saturday, August 30th, 2031 sometime early in the morning
I didn't know what time we even arrived in Forks, but it was 1 or 2 a.m. and I was tired.
It was weird to be in Forks. Everything seemed as if I had seen it before. I knew I have visited when I was little, but that was a while ago.
The strange thing was I wanted to know Forks. I wanted to get to know a place that my parents loved so dearly, and had grew up in.
I wanted to know every nook and cranny there was here. Maybe it was just me being delusional from the long flight, but I didn't really care.
And then, it just got weirder. Seeing Charlie's house made me feel as if I had been away in San Francisco all my life, and then here, was my home. I had finally come home from San Francisco.
When we got inside I began to examine the whole house. Dad, and Mom had keys, and told me to stay quiet, and that they'd show me my room when I was done down here.
After I had looked around downstairs they took me to where I would be sleeping, which was a spare bedroom, which was surprisingly large.
The room was bare except for a bed, dresser, nightstand and closet. I decided to unpack in the morning (whatever. When the sun actually comes up) and I went into the bathroom to wash up.
When I came out I looked curiously at the door to my left. (Please forgive the house setup I don't know how it really looks.)
Was it Charlie's room? No, the door would be closed. I glanced to my right and there was a closed door, snoring emitting from it. I don't think dad snores, or that is, I've never heard him snore.
I slid my toothbrush into my back jean pocket, and slid the door open.
The minute I looked in I knew this used to be mom's room. There was a desk with a computer that was around 19 years old, and dad was already setting up his laptop beside it.
Mom's bed sat in the middle of the room, with a nightstand. There was a closet, and the thing that really got me was that there were shelves about her bed with vases with flowers in them. Alive flowers? How is this possible?
This room had probably hadn't been visited in what? 17 years?
I shook my head, and strode in.
"Hey mom dad, what's up?" I asked casually keeping my back facing the wall so they wouldn't see the toothbrush sticking out of my pocket.
"Hello darling, oh, we're just unpacking." Mom replied a bit uneasily. My arrival seemed to have caught her off-guard.
I took the chance to gaze around the room, making it look as if I were interested in it. I just realized then that there was a rocking chair in the corner.
I made my way over to it, and sat down in it. Ouch. Well that was a mistake. I had forgotten about the toothbrush. (Ha-ha. Rocking chair. XD)
"Honey, you should get some sleep." Dad told me his face full of concern for me.
"Mmm. I'm not that tired, but I don't want to sleep in tomorrow. I want to get up with the sun and see the town." I said standing.
"Well, you're not going to be getting much sleep then." Dad laughed, and I smiled.
Dad and Mom both hugged me and said goodnight, and I walked out closing the door behind me, so I pressed my butt against the door.
I changed quickly, and got into bed. So much for getting up with the sun maybe I could...but I didn't get to finish the thought, because I fell into a deep sleep.
Saturday, August 30th, 2031 12:27 p.m.
Okay, I don't really think this is getting up with the sun. It's more of like getting up with the afternoon sun.
I rose from my bed, and made my way downstairs to the smell of toast, and eggs.
Downstairs a much older Charlie sat in the living room watching TV while Dad and Mom cooked in the kitchen.
When I walked in I was greeted with warm welcomes, and hugs.
"Why are you guys cooking breakfast now. I thought I was the only one who slept this late?" I asked rubbing my eyes, and grabbing a plate from the cupboard.
"Well, we got up a few hours ago, but Grandpa Charlie waited up late for us, but ended up going to bed close to before we came home." Dad explained.
"Oh," was all I said, and entered the living room to greet my Grandpa.
After we had eaten I spent the rest of the day unpacking, and then going for a walk around the neighborhood.
I wanted to learn the town before we left in December, so why not start now? I mean, I don't want to be lost do I?
And anyway this is my home. Why would I ever want to be somewhere other than here, in Forks Washington, one of the rainiest places in the world?
A.N. Now, I know all of its kind of random, but you people wanted a sequel so, I wrote one. Anyways, I don't really know what the year 2031 is like so it's going to be like the present time. Not my fault Stephanie Meyer wrote in present timing, because this is the future.
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