Chapter 1: New Home

Edward
"Emmett, help us unpack the car, you prick!" Fuck, he was lazy as hell. We drove all the way from Miami, Florida to Forks, Washington. So we were all pretty fucking tired. "I'll help in a minute, calm down," I heard him reply. Yeah, right. Asshole. I thought to myself. I so wasn't feeling this whole moving thing. I know Carlisle and Esme, it was weird calling them my parents since I always just called them by their first names, wanted to move really bad so that Esme could start over here, without her psycho stalker. Man, that dude was crazy. Anyway, still wasn't feeling it.

"Ed, honey, could you get those three boxes upstairs, please?" Ugh. Being the perfect son I replied: "Sure, don't worry about it." With the thought of my bed tonight and heavily sleep, I carried those boxes upstairs. The whole place was empty. I ran down the stairs again. "Esme? Where is all the furniture?" "The furniture won't be arriving till tomorrow, baby." What? "Where do we have to sleep?" I replied, a little worried now. "We packed our camping stuff too, so we'll be camping in our new home! Isn't that exciting for a first night in a new town, new house?"

Fuck. I wanted to get some good fucking sleep tonight. I was drained. Emmett was probably snoring already on the cold floor. I couldn't get any sleep unless I was in a real bed. Tomorrow's going to be hell. I walked into the house again, with two more boxes and placed them in the livingroom. Yes, there he was. Sleeping Beauty. I dropped the boxes next to his head and he shot up. "What? No, I didn't do anything! Please, don't hurt me!" I looked at him. "What the fuck, dude. I won't kill you. Just help me unpack or I will come close to killing you." Emmett looked at me like he didn't even know me, so I kicked him again. "Helloooo? It's Edward here, calling out for Emmett?" Finally, some recognition. "What's the matter with you? I'm really tired and finally fell asleep and then you wake me up!"
"We're all fucking tired, Emmett, and we all need to help, now stop being such a douchebag and do something!" One final kick in his stomach and he got up.

Once we unpacked almost everything, Carlisle got all superpositive, like he always did. "Guys, I think this is going to be awesome. It will take some time getting used to the rain, but I know we're all going to love it here." How did he do that? Carlisle always talked like he was right. And we all believed him, because he was the one that said it. Fucking mindfucker. I carried the last four boxes into our new home. There we all stood, the whole Cullen family, soaked by the rain, tired as hell and fucking sore from move. "Who wants to get something to drink?" Esme called out. Well there wasn't much to do here anyway. So until the furniture arrived, and we could finally get some sleep, we could pass the time by doing stupid family stuff.

Don't get me wrong, I love my… parents. And yes, even that prick of a brother of mine. But I really hate the family obligations. Birthdays, holidays and family reunions were the worst. We had three of them in the last couple of years. Always the same questions. Edward, darling, you grew so much since the last time I saw you! Do you have a girlfriend yet? Ah, don't worry, honey, you'll get one. When I was your age… Bla bla fucking bla. Who cares? I don't know you, and I don't even want to know you. Well, at least moving here had its advantage. It was harder for our other family to find us here.
"Where are we going?" Esme asked happily, clapping her hands. The whole town here looked dull as fuck. Esme was getting too excited over nothing. But that's her. Always being positive and seeing the good things. That's why her and Carlisle are a perfect match. I could learn from them. Yeah, even I get sentimental sometimes. That's a rare thing, capture it.

Emmett said he saw a restaurant just when we drove into town, so we decided to go there. It was called 'Kalaloch Lodge restaurant'. Wokay. I didn't like the whole atmosphere in this restaurant. I knew I was a dark person, but this was really dark. Wolfheads against the wall, only candles serving as light. Everything was darkbrown-ish... They better have good food. "Hello everyone, what can I get you?" the waiter asked. I looked him up and down, he looked like a wolf. "I'll have an icetea and the grilled chicken with patatoes on the side."

After everyone ordered their food, Esme wanted to get a picture of us. A picture. Here. In this hole. A picture taken by wolf-waiter. I couldn't be more embarassed. "Smile! You too, cranky one in the back!" God, I hated that guy already. I forced a smile. "That's right! Now smile like you're actually having fun." I couldn't smile anymore. That dick was really trying to be funny, wasn't he? I made my most grumpy face. Then Emmett poked my in my side and I yelled: "Stop doing that, asshole!" Flash. Well, that was certainly going to be a nice familypicture. Dinner was good though.

We were about to head back when Carlisle and Esme decided we should all go for icecream. I wasn't going to lie, I love icecream. Acting like I didn't want to, while I was secretly dying for icecream, we went to a salon.

I ate my vanilla, chocolate and hazelnut icecream mix with great joy. I felt like such a four year old, eating my icecream like the happiest person on Earth. Ofcourse Esme had to flash a picture just then. No one was going to be seeing this. No one. I started to get annoyed again, but the icecream made up for everything. The long trip, the house without furniture, wolf-waiter and the fucking pictures. Yes, really a four year old, maybe even three. Emmett ate his icecream really fast. Which wasn't weird considering his figure. He wasn't fat. He was just… Muscular and needed lots of calories. I guess. I don't know about that shit.

"Ah, brainfreeze!" I saw him clutch his head. I laughed out loud with icecream in my mouth. "You're such a dick," he said and he poked me in my side again. That was really Emmett's signature. Poking, pushing, kicking. Any fysical harmings and he was into it. Great way of showing love to one another. After they all waited at least 10 minutes for me to finish my icecream, we were ready to drive home to our camping spot.

In the car I really didn't feel like sleeping anymore. Icecream always put me on a high or something. I don't know, I was weird. I looked outside my window and saw clouds covering the sky again. It was about to pour. This weather really was nasty. I was going to miss the sun and the warmth. This all seemed so cold and chill. Just like me. Right at that moment the rain started to fall. Hard. I stared ahead of me and after a few minutes Emmett poked me again. "Dude, look, that girl is freakin' soaking wet. Oh my God, she's not even moving forward on her bike because of the wind! This is fucking hilarious!" He laughed his overwhelming Emmett laugh and I couldn't help but laugh along. Then I looked at the girl.

She was… Beautiful? I never referred to girls as beautiful. They were either hot or they were not. But she was beautiful. Even in the pouring rain, so that said a lot. The car passed her by and I watched her until I couldn't see her anymore. I felt bad for her. Really? What the fuck was happening to me, I'm in a new town for a few fucking hours and I start being all compassionate? Fuck that. She was just a girl, unlucky enough to be cycling in the pouring rain. That's her own fault, she was dumb enough to go outside in this kind of weather. Bitch.

When we came home, we unpacked our camping stuff. I even set up my tent. The airbed filled itself with air and I unzipped my sleeping bag. I started to get tired again. Maybe, if everyone was really quiet and I could keep myself warm, I could sleep. Even if it was just for a few hours, I would be grateful. Still dressed in my clothes from the past three days I crept into my sleeping bag. Ah yes, warmth. I closed my eyes and hugged my pillow. I really felt pathetic for doing this. Not just hugging my pillow, but the whole camping in our new home. I really needed a good fucking bed. At least I had the tent for myself. In a seperate room. I think this is going to be my room. Emmett was sleeping in the room next to mine. Carlisle and Esme were sleeping downstairs in the living room. I guess they don't care what room they're sleeping in, as long as they're together.

Overthinking all these things, I grew so tired that I eventually fell asleep. And I dreamed. About that girl. She was still riding her bike in the pouring rain and I drove by. Not with my whole family, just me. I saw her, and felt bad for her again. No surprise. But then I stopped the car. "Hey, are you okay? Do you need a ride or something?" She looked up and the raindrops were falling from her face. She stopped cycling and hopped off her bike. "That's really nice of you, but I don't really know if I'm heading the same way." Her voice. I felt a smile creeping up. "I'd rather drive around for fifteen more minutes than knowing you'll be coming home soaked and being sick the next day. Just let me drive you home." She smiled back at me. Her eyes smiled along with her. God, her eyes. "Well, alright. Should I leave my bike here?" "No no, we can put it in the car, don't worry." I got the bike without too much embarassment into the car and she took the passenger seat. "Thank you for driving me home, that's a really sweet thing to do." "You're welcome." I smiled. What was up with all the smiling? I never smile. "Where do you live?" "Cook road. Number 6." She really had amazing eyes. "Where's that exactly? I'm new here." "Oh, well, take a right turn after Forks airport, then two times left. It's a small street." Cutest voice. "Alright, let's see if I'll remember when we get to the airport." "You will, you seem like a smart person." She smiled at me again. God, how was I going to bear this?

I wasn't. "You know, you're very pretty." She looked at me, shocked. "Really? Me?" I nodded. "Thank you." Then it was silent for a moment. "You know, you're… handsome." She was telling me that. The most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Telling me I was handsome. I acted like her: "Really? Me? Thank you." She poked me, smiling. "Oh wait, take a left here." We were on Cook Road. "Number 6, right?" I asked, not wanting to say goodbye. I wanted to get to know her. "Yes, you can stop here though. The road is too small for you to turn your car." "Oh alright, I'll get the bike out of the car and walk you home." She smiled. Then we got out and once I got the bike out, I looked at her. "You're good company." "You too." Silence. Then she talked again. "What was your name? I don't know if I got it right." She was interested. "Edward, nice to meet you." I held out my hand. "Hi Edward, I'm Bella." She flashed that smile again. "Let's get you home, Bella," I replied. She lived fairly close to the main street, so it wasn't such a long walk.
"So, this is my home." A pretty white house in between the green trees was looking at me. "Nice," I replied. "Okay, well, thanks again. I owe you one. It was very nice meeting you, Edward, maybe I'll see you around." And then she gave me a hug. I could feel her warmth against my chest. Unconsciously I snuffled her hair. Ah, vanilla. Just like icecream. "It was very nice meeting you too, Bella. Now get inside, it's really cold and you're still wet from the rain." She opened the door, smiled one last time and then closed it.

That's when I woke up. Still hugging my pillow, with my nose nuffled on top of it. And fucking smiling.

What the fuck. I never dream about these kind of things. Mostly it's just about banging girls or not even dreaming at all. Not these fluffy dreams. And about a girl that I've seen for maybe ten seconds? I was really going crazy. I still felt warm and happy though, and I didn't know what that shit was. Maybe it's because I wanted to keep myself warm because of the cold floors. Yes, that must be it. What did she say her name was? Where did she live? Here in Forks? I couldn't remember everything from the dream. It just gave me a nice feeling. Well, it wouldn't be her real name anyway, so who cares about all the facts she told me. I was still curious. Shaking all these weird thoughts off, I fell asleep again. Still smiling.

The next morning Emmett woke me up. "Dude, the furniture is here!" Furniture. Real bed. I got up, looked in the mirror, saw a real nasty looking guy staring back at me and went downstairs. I didn't care how I looked, it must've been like six in the morning. Esme, Carlisle and Emmett were all dressed in clean clothing, getting the furniture inside. "What time is it?" I asked Esme. "It's half past twelve, honey, you slept for a really long time." She smiled, happy that I got some sleep, because she knew I would be having a hard time sleeping on the floor. "I should change," I stated. "No, baby, it's okay, you could help us first and then you can shower and get some clean clothes on." I helped them carry the couch into the livingroom along with the chairs for the dining table. Then we got Carlisle and Esme's bed and finally my own bed. I threw a mattress in it and my bed was done. I would get the sheets before I went to bed that night.

After I showered and got into fresh clothing, we spent the rest of the day decorating our own rooms, the living room and the kitchen. In our previous home, my room was looking like it belonged to a seven year old kid or something. Dinosaurs everywhere. I was happy I could change that and start over with a cool room. I painted it black and red, my favorite colors. My bed sheets were also red, so it fit. My room had a really big window, allowing enough light in to brighten the dark colors. It didn't seem depressing because of the coloring. At the end of the day, my fresh clothing weren't so fresh anymore. I showered again and went to my room. The smell of paint still lingered, but it started to feel like my room. I hopped on my bed and put my iPod on. Yes, this was heaven.
I started to fall asleep when Esme called for dinner. She went to the store today, getting all the things she needed to make us a healthy but tasty dinner. Esme was the best cook I knew. Cook. At the thought of that word I smiled. Weird. I'm weird.

We ate corn with bacon and mushrooms. De-fucking-licious. As a surprise, no doubt that it was meant for me, Esme bought vanilla icecream. I smiled when I saw her coming out of the kitchen with that. Not just a 'woohoo icecream!' smile, but the vanilla smell really did something weird to me. I thought about my dream last night, I knew something about that girl smelling similar to vanilla but I really didn't know much about the dream anymore. It did keep me smiling though. I ate the icecream like I always do, sweet and slow.

After dinner I decided I was going to listen to my iPod again. I missed having some time alone. I like to be around my family, because I know Esme really appreciates it, but I really need my alone time too. Music was my thing. Blue October, Placebo, Story of the Year, Muse, Linkin Park, Travis, Billy Idol. I loved them all. I felt relaxed while listening to them, like the whole world didn't exist. Just me and my music. I really wanted to learn how to play the guitar, but I was too lazy to do that. Besides, I would suck anyway.

Knock, knock. I heard someone knocking on my door. "Come in," I said, while pulling the earbuds out of my ears. "Oh hey, Carlisle." "Hi son, how are you doing? You did a really great job on your room. It looks really… Edward-ish." I laughed. "That's not correct English man, are you sure you're not sick?" He laughed along with me. "I know, I know. I'm really loosening up here, huh?" "Sure, you are," I said, suppressing my laughter. He was trying to be cool. Which was hilarious. "So…" he went on, "Tomorrow is a school day. Esme and I registered you for the fourth year. Emmett's also going tomorrow. You don't have to be fully dedicated to learn again, but maybe it's nice to get to know some people already and follow a few classes so you'll know what it's like?" I wasn't into school. Well, that was nicely put. I hated school. Teachers always hated me and I hated them. But I was going to have to graduate anyway, so I gave in. "Yeah, I'll go tomorrow. Thanks for telling me." His hands went through my hair and said, "I know it's not easy for you, Edward. But you'll find your place." I straightened my hair because he just messed it up. "Thanks." He smiled. "Good night, son." "Bye, Carlisle." I really couldn't stand it when my hair became the victim of Carlisle's goodness.

I got into my pajamas and crept into bed. Now, this was ten thousand times better than the night before, on the cold floor in a freaking tent. Inside a house. Damn, we're one crazy family. I was happy most of the big things that had to be done were finished: Decorating, making it look like a real home. I needed to set my alarm at half past eight. School was right around the corner and by car it would take ten seconds to get there. My first introduction class started at nine, so I would have enough time to get ready if I got up half an hour before that. I told Emmett he should get up fifteen minutes earlier than I did, because he always needed his time when he woke up. Wuss.

I was in my bed before eleven and I didn't even mind. Normally I was up until/'til at least one before I went to bed. But I needed my sleep. I know I got enough sleep last night, but it still felt rushed/like a rush? Because of that dream. I smiled again. Damn, Edward, stop this shit. This bed was really warm and it felt good to be surrounded by the warmth again, instead of the cold. I turned my iPod off and closed my eyes.

I looked at my bedside. The alarm said it was 8:27. I hated waking up before the alarm went off, and not being able to sleep for at least another two hours. I didn't dream tonight and I didn't feel warm. Annoyed, I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Emmett was shaving. "How long are you going to be in the bathroom, you girl?" I asked. "Another five minutes. You could use some shaving too." I looked in the mirror. I touched my cheecks and chin. They felt rough. "I think this looks good. No need to be all shiny." "Whatever you say, bro," Emmett replied.

I decided to put some clothes on and make breakfast before I went to bathroom to fix my hair and brush my teeth. Esme was already awake too. "Hi honey, did you sleep well in your new bed?" I gave her a hug. "Yes, thank you." She looked at me with those eyes filled with love. She always looked at me and Emmett that way. We were still her babies. "I made you two sandwiches." "Great, thanks Esme." I ate my breakfast in front of the tv and watched the news. Some dude murdered his wife and children, someone got kidnapped and the economy is still going downhill. That's some positive news to wake up to. I went upstairs and Emmett was finally done doing his girly things. I brushed my teeth, fixed my hair with some gel and was ready to go. Ofcourse I had to wait another five minutes before Emmett was ready. "Hurry up, you prick! We're going to be late!" "Who cares!" was his thoughtful reply. "I do! I don't want teachers to hate me right away, I want to let them wait for at least two months so my first results will be good!" "You're so evil," he said, while walking down the stairs and throwing me the keys to the Volvo. "Bye, Esme!" we both yelled. "Have fun at school, you two!" she yelled back happily.

It litterally took 30 seconds before we were in the school parking lot. We went inside, to the receptionist so we could see what we were going to have to endure today. While walking down the hallway with Emmett, I saw her. That girl. All dried up. Well duh, it was two days since I'd seen her. But she was still… Fucking beautiful. Big hazel eyes, long brown hair, a green shirt and jeans. Breathtaking. I kept on walking while I was looking at her. "Bro, it's here," Emmett called. I was already 20 feet away from him, and he waited in front of a door that said 'Reception'. I looked around to see if no one had caught me looking at her. "Oh I know, I was just making sure there weren't like… two doors?" Emmett shook his head. "You're weird." Granting her one last look, I went inside and I couldn't get that smile off of my face.