I sighed in frustration and rolled over, shoving my head under the pillow. The storm outside seemed to get even louder, if that was even possible. I felt like running outside and shouting up at the skies. Shut up, already. I lay there for a minute or two, willing my eyelids to grow heavy, to drift off into the peaceful sleep I had been waiting for the past five hours. Giving up, I rolled over and dared to glance at the alarm clock. 4 am. That was it. I was not going to try to sleep a moment longer. It was 1 pm in Rome anyway, without the storm keeping me up. I was ridiculously tired, but I figured I would just have to survive the day. I had, surprisingly, managed to get some sleep on the plane, and then again on the ride back from Port Angeles, against my father's marble shoulder.
Sitting up, I felt instantly awake. Well, I was half vampire; surely the whole no sleep thing had to count for something. I walked across my bedroom and glanced in the mirror. I looked relatively normal, I was surprised to find. My hair was becoming curly again, not surprising since it had last been straightened 12 hours ago in an Italian hotel room. I padded softly out of my room and into our living area, trying to be quiet. I knew that my parents could hear me from a mile away, but I was meant to be tucked up in bed, fast asleep. I looked at their closed bedroom door and shuddered. I did not want to think about what they were doing in there. They were probably too distracted to hear me anyway. I didn't want them fussing. I could take care of myself for a few hours.
Looking round to room, everything seemed normal, like I had never been away. I smiled when I saw that someone, probably my father, had already put up the holiday photos. I walked over to where they hung, scattered randomly around the wall. There, along with my baby photos, I could see the last 3 months, mapped out before me. Alice had been planning this holiday (the Cullen's world tour, she liked to call it) for a while. We had spent the last three months jetting all over the place, spending a maximum of five days in one country. Of course, it didn't take us long to hit all the famous sites, them being completely deserted at night. (This was necessary because I am the only one of my family able to walk around freely in the sunlight.) I could see at least 12 new editions to our photo collection. Me and Alice in front of the Eiffel Tower, me grinning broadly beside the Sydney Opera House, my mum and dad diving off Golden Gate Bridge – which, by the way, I had not been allowed to do.—due to an over protective father. 6 continents in 3 months- it had been amazing. I continued looking at the pictures, wandering from one side of the wall to the other as the girl in the pictures got younger and younger. I paused at a picture of a "five year old" me, laughing as Jacob pushed me along on my first bike. I sighed. I hadn't seen Jacob in three months, the longest we had ever been apart. That was the one really awful thing, leaving Jacob. I could still remember the terrible look on his face as I said goodbye to him for the umpteenth time. He was trying to be brave, he was the one comforting me, "You'll be back in no time Nessie, just wait and see. You'll be back before you know it." Again and again he had said it. I still didn't know why Jake couldn't have come with us.
I looked at the clock. I had wasted twenty minutes. 4.20. All I knew is that I needed to get out of the house. I wanted to see Jake.