Hey all! This idea has been brewing for a while now and I recently got hit with some inspiration to write... something... so here we go. This is purely for fun. Enjoy!

Lindsey

My mum's knocking on my bedroom door woke me up. She knocked a few times and then entered, even though I did not reply with anything understandable – just a moan, before I covered my head with my blanket. It had taken me hours to get to sleep the previous night, so whatever time it was I didn't care. I just wanted sleep.

'Get up, we're going to meet the new neighbours today.' She announced, her voice muffled from under the covers.

'I don't want to.' I replied.

'Tough. You've been hiding in bed too long. It's time to go outside.' I heard her opening the curtains.

Sighing, I popped my head out from under the blanket. 'I said I don't want to. And I'm not hiding.'

She put her hands on her hips, frowning at me. 'I don't care. I'm sick of this, Lindsey. You have to move on, and since you won't do it on your own, I'm making you. Now get dressed. There's a pot of tea downstairs.'

I opened my mouth to argue but she interrupted me.

'No, I'm not bringing it up for you!' With that she stormed out the room, closing the door behind her.

Groaning, I rolled over in bed, checking my clock for the time. Ten thirty-one. Well, it could have been worse, but I was still really tired and wanted to get some more sleep. I knew very well, however, that my mum would not appreciate that at all. And I didn't particularly want my tea to go cold…

Lazily, I slid out from under the blanket, feeling the cool morning air prickle at my exposed pale arms. Holding them to my torso for warmth, I pulled a t-shirt over the top from the pile of clothes on the floor, not bothering to take off my pyjama top as it was too cold for that. Summer is definitely over, I thought, changing into a pair of jeans. I also grabbed my black jacket from my desk chair, before running a hairbrush through my long dark blonde wavy hair. Well, almost blonde. It still had hints of red from where I had dyed it a few months ago.

With a sigh I pocketed my phone from my bedside table, glancing out of the window.

Being at the back of the house, I could see into the neighbours' garden quite easily. Things had definitely changed – a fancy table with a few chairs had been put out there as well as a bunch of other gardening stuff including about a hundred flower pots and little statues. None of it had been put in any kind of place yet, though. While I was looking out, a woman with darkish brown hair came outside and picked up a statue of a little hedgehog, surveying the space, searching for a place to put it.

I looked away and started heading downstairs for the tea. My mum, who was in the kitchen, smiled at me. 'Good. I didn't have to drag you out of bed then.'

I sighed, opening the drawer for a teaspoon.

'I already put sugar in your tea.' She continued.

I looked at her for a second. 'Thanks.' I said, shortly, picking up my mug. It didn't feel too hot, so I took a sip. I returned the smile to her, gratefully. The tea was just how I liked it.

'They're a big family.' My mum said. 'I don't know how big, but there are quite a few of them…'

'You shouldn't spy on the neighbours.' I replied with a raised eyebrow.

She put down her empty mug. 'I wasn't spying. Hurry up and get ready, I'm waiting for you.' She picked up a plate from one of the kitchen counters of something wrapped in cling film.

'Mum, is that pie?' I questioned.

'Yes.'

'You're giving them a pie?!'

'Yes.' She snapped at me. 'Now hurry up!'

I groaned again, finishing my tea. What was the hurry for anyway? It's not like the people next door were going anywhere.

It was eleven by the time my mum and I were standing outside the neighbours' front door. My mum stood there holding the pie while she used the other hand to quickly move her fringe out of her eyes while we waited for them to answer. I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets with a sickening feeling in my stomach, unable to tell if it was hunger or something else…

One of the most attractive people I have ever seen opened the door. It was an effort to stop my mouth from turning into an "o" shape. Stood in the doorway was a tall, extremely handsome blonde man with striking amber eyes. His skin was very pale… like literally white.

'Good morning.' He greeted us with a smile. His voice even sounded attractive!

My mum beamed at him. Wonderful. 'Good morning.' She replied. 'We live next door.' She said quickly, holding out the pie. 'Here, this is for you- for your family. A welcoming gift. Welcome!' She laughed, nervously.

I wanted to cover my face with my hand.

My parents were divorced, which only added to the numerous list of things wrong with my life. It meant that my mum did have boyfriends, which made things quite difficult sometimes…

The man at the door was a little startled for a moment, but quickly tried to be friendly and nodded, taking the pie from her hands. 'This is very generous, thank you so much.' He said. Was that an American accent?

'You're welcome.' My mum grinned, and then suddenly realised how many times she had said "welcome" and paused for a moment. 'I'm Beth, this is my daughter, Lindsey.'

I smiled weakly and he gave me a nod.

'Carlisle Cullen. A pleasure to meet you. Would you like to come in?' He took a step back.

'Of course, thank you.' My mum replied, happily, not hesitating to enter the house. I followed her, still keeping my hands in my pockets.

I had already been in the house before, and nothing had changed since the last time I was there, except everywhere had been stripped except for the wallpaper and the carpet. Boxes were scattered everywhere, making it a bit difficult to walk through the place.

'Sorry, it's a bit of a mess right now.' Carlisle apologised.

'Oh no, it's fine. Don't worry about it. Lindsey's room is a lot like this.'

I scowled, but said nothing. Carlisle chuckled at my mum's words.

We followed him through to the kitchen which doubled up as the dining room, but there were some white sofas there. The woman who I had seen earlier came in through the back door, seeing us through the glass, grinning, as Carlisle set down the pie on the side.

'Hey there.' She said.

Carlisle smiled to her. 'Esme these are our new neighbours, Beth and Lindsey. This is my wife, Esme.'

I could just feel my mum's disappointment. In a second her smile changed from happy and nervous to fake and nervous, but she managed to keep herself afloat. 'It's nice to meet you, Esme.'

I gave the woman the same smile I had given Carlisle and my eyes trailed to looking outside. I really wanted to go back to bed.

My mum made conversation with the couple and we all took seats on the sofas – Carlisle and Esme on one, with my mum and I on the other. At first I was listening to the conversation, but sure enough my mind went elsewhere, and it took my mum three times to say my name before I came back to reality again.

'Lindsey!' she said, irritably.

I looked at her.

'Esme asked how old you are.'

'Oh.' I said, which was the first thing I had said at all since we came inside. 'Eighteen.'

My mum still seemed unhappy, but I didn't really know what to say without being rude. 'Can I have the key, I need to use the bathroom.' I asked her.

'Oh that's alright, you can use ours.' Esme said kindly.

'Thanks.' I replied, standing up.

'It's just upsta-,'

'I know where it is.' I interrupted.

'Oh. Okay.' She said, slightly taken aback.

My mum gave her an apologetic smile. I left the room, but I could still hear their conversation as I made my way up the stairs to the bathroom. 'She's going through a hard time right now-,' I could hear my mum trying to explain my rude behaviour.

Upstairs I could hear furniture being moved around, and some voices. A few different ones – my mum was right, the family did sound quite large.

I had really wanted to go home, but I had already been rude enough not taking part in the conversation, which left me no choice but to use their bathroom. But it was all the way down the hall, meaning I had to pass all the other rooms. Outside one of the doors, I stopped. I tried to make myself go forward, but I just couldn't force myself to keep walking. Glancing at the door to my right, which was ajar, I took the smallest step back, just to get a peek inside. Suddenly the door opposite opened, making me jump.

A tall, very muscular, very pale guy stood there looking down at me, with short dark hair. I blinked. Had this whole family had cosmetic surgery or something?

'Hello…' he said slowly, with a deep voice.

'Hi.' I said, smiling slightly. 'I'm Lindsey from next door.'

'Oh.' He paused. 'Hello.' He repeated. 'I'm Emmett.'

'I was just going to use the bathroom.' I explained.

'Okay.' He smiled, friendly. A blonde girl appeared behind him with a frown on her face. Same pale skin, amber eyes and insanely attractive. What the hell?

'And I'm Rosalie.' She said coldly. There was no smile from her, and she looked like someone who should definitely be avoided.

I nodded. 'Well, I gotta go. Nice meeting you.' I turned, heading towards the bathroom again, slightly saddened that I hadn't had the chance to take a quick look into that familiar room. Perhaps on the way back?

No chance. When I left to go back downstairs again, the door was shut, and I wasn't about to open it and go snooping. What good would it have done anyway? None.

By the time I got back to my mum, Carlisle and Esme, someone else had joined.

'Lindsey, come and meet Alice.' My mum said as I took the seat on the sofa once again.

A petite girl with short dark brown hair smiled and waved at me. What do you know? Pale skin, amber eyes. Weird. 'Hey, Lindsey. Your mother's been talking about you.' she exclaimed, excitedly. 'Are you into fashion?'

I shrugged. 'Not really.'

My mum gave me a sharp look.

I furrowed my brow, unsure of what to say. 'I'm sorry?' I apologised to Alice.

Alice's smile faded slightly, but she still tried to be enthusiastic, while my mum was still looking at me, unhappily.

'It doesn't matter,' she waved her hand, 'I'll get you into it. We have to go shopping sometime. You have to show me where to buy clothes here. It's so different from America.'

Esme chuckled. 'Slow down, Alice.'

'I would!' Alice said. 'But this is extremely important!'

'Yeah, great… sounds fun…' I said slowly, trying to sound a little excited but I didn't seem to do very well as my mum looked at me sharply again. I raised my eyebrows at her.

I gave Alice a quick feeble smile before turning to my mum again. 'Is it alright if I go home? I'm starving. I didn't have any breakfast.'

'Oh, Lindsey…' she started.

'It's fine!' Esme said, warmly.

'We can have dinner or something sometime…' Carlisle suggested.

My mum sighed, getting her key out of her pocket. 'Alright.' She said. 'Here.'

'Thanks.' I said, taking the key, hastily. 'Nice to meet you, bye.' And with that I was out into the hallway.

Another tall guy was at the bottom of the stairs, on his way up. He looked at me with dark golden eyes and for a moment I looked at him. He had curly blonde hair that was long overdue for a haircut and had very pale skin just like the rest of the family. But I didn't stop. I walked straight past, without a word, without asking for his name. I was leaving.

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