Preface - Spring Leaves Bursting Through
AN: Just an idea that has been floating around in my head. Thought I'd write it down somewhere. Hope someone, somewhere, enjoys it. I don't own Twilight, or that song with the ridiculously long title by Bright Eyes, "Oh You Are The Roots that Sleep Beneath My Feet and Hold The Earth in Place."
.:PDR:.
I stared around the toasty cabin, thinking to myself. My eyes got lost in the fire for a moment, and then flicked over to a different kind of fire - Edward, who was on his stomach, lip poked out, concentrating on what looked like a new composition. That lip did strange things to my insides, I swear. I turned to Alice, humming softly and painting her nails, her back leaned up against the wall with a towel underneath her. A small smile graced her face, and her head was leaning on Jasper's shoulder, which was cute, seeing as he had to sit in such an awkward position for her head to even reach his shoulder. He stared down at a book, completely lost in it. I looked to Emmett, entirely too focused on whatever video game he was playing, his fingers madly pressing buttons in succession on the controller. Rosalie had her arms wrapped around his waist and her face against his back. I smiled to myself. I turned back to Edward, and he was staring at me. He looked at everyone, then back to me, and nodded, a silent acknowledgment that he knew what I was thinking. But did he? I raised an eyebrow. He smirked. Okay, maybe he did.
It's not that I want to take credit for bringing us all together – but hey – I so did, at least as friends, first. But the credit's not really important.
What really amazed me is that in this room, there were four people I could trust with my life. Four people I could tell every secret to. Four people that knew me well enough to know when I needed to be pushed and to know when I needed to be left alone. Four people who knew me almost as well as I knew myself. Four people that I couldn't even imagine my life without.
Who knew that by coming to live with my dad, I'd make such great friends? I'd never been good at making friends, that's for sure. But as I gazed around the room, I realized I'd done exactly that, and I'd done exceptionally well.
I looked down at my iPod and realized there was a song I wanted to listen to. I listened to the whimsical tune of the song and waited for the part, sung so softly, so unassumingly, the part of the song by which I measured my life…
"…And though I didn't know it then
I soon was finding out
Oh, you are the roots that sleep beneath my feet
And hold the earth in place…"
