A.N: This is what happens when two sugar-highed best friends go to the movies and are forced to entertain- this is story is for immature audiences only lol jk.
Disclaimer: We are writing, we, we are writing. We're not Meyer, we're, we're not Meyer. (We are now mocking FIRED UP, which is the movie that brought this piece of brilliance.
Twin Twilight
Summary:Arabella (Bella), and Emma (Em), Swan are resigned to moving to Forks Washington to live with their father, Charlie. These twins never thought that anything exciting would happen in this dull little town, but that all changes when they are pulled into the world of the supernatural and the equally magical world of first love. Complete opposites that they are, they will have to pull together to save what matters most, each other. Co-written with Metallicababy55.
Arabella Pov:
"Why the hell are we moving to this godforsaken place?" Emma asked.
"We have been over this a million times, Emmybear," I answered using my childhood nickname for my twin. "Renee needs to be with Phil, and besides Charlie has barely seen us since we were ten."
"I know, I know, but Forks? Isn't anywhere else that we could go? I mean we are responsible." I looked at her. "Ok, you are responsible, Cinderbella." This time it was my turn to cringe at the nickname.
I just ignored her. We had had this conversation so many times already and besides, it was kind of too late to do anything because we were currently on a one way flight to Seattle Washington, the rainiest place in the continental U.S. From there we were driving an hour until we made it to Forks, Washington; possibly the most boring place in the World let alone the Olympic Peninsula.
I closed my eyes, intending to sleep the whole plane ride.
My brain had other plans though. It just kept going back to the decision to move to Forks. Despite the front I put on for everyone, I was probably even more upset then Emma to go to Forks. She didn't have anything to worry about. Blond, pretty and outgoing my twin was the complete opposite of me. Where I was pale, she was tan. I was tall, well sort of- 5'4", and she was petite- 5'2". She was bleach blond, I was a brunette with natural red highlights. The only thing that marked us as twins, let alone sisters was our eyes; mysteriously gray with different sparkles of color around the pupils. The colors changed with our moods.
It wasn't just our appearances that differed. Emma Claire Swan was the gorgeous, popular, athletic, outgoing girl, who never followed the rules, nor conformed with what was 'cool'. Somehow this made her even cooler and people always surrounded her. Outspoken was one of the nicer words used to describe my twin, to me she was amazing. She wasn't afraid of anything, and shy wasn't even in her vocabulary.
I was the complete opposite. Shy was the only way to describe Arabella Grace Swan. That is when people even bothered to notice me. I didn't mind being invisible though; in fact I thrived by myself. I didn't fit in with anyone, and the only person who ever got me was my twin. I was the only person in Arizona who was pale and didn't play sports. I was so clumsy, it was almost a disability and whenever I attempted sports, I was a danger to myself and any bystanders. I read and sang- mostly in the shower because I was too shy to sing in front of anyone save Emma. I worked hard in school, but shied away from any attention.
Emma would have no problem fitting in at Fork's high school, but I would hate the attention surely to be afforded to us as the 'new kids' at a school where everyone's grandparents grew up together. For a second I wondered what it would be like if I could be outgoing. Maybe I could have a ton of friends and be the one in spotlight for once, but then I mentally laughed at myself as I realized that even if I did somehow become popular, I would be too shy to do anything about it.
I gave up on sleep and pulled out my copy of Pride and Prejudice. We were supposed to have read at least the first three chapters, but I had finished it. I was now rereading it, drawn in by the relationships of Elizabeth and Darcy and Jane and Mr. Bingely.
The flight attendant's "Please fasten your seatbelts…" broke into my concentration. I stretched, took out the earphones of my blue iPod 8 GB nano, and nudged Emma, whose iPod was so loud she hadn't heard the announcement.
Emma's P.O.V.
We walked sluggishly to our seats neither one of us wanting the bear the weight of the decision we choose to make. Charlie is a good guy, but he was never really a father figure to us. We used to see him every other holiday and four weeks in the summer until we were thirteen and old enough to convince Renee otherwise. I placed my feet on the chair in front of me, reclined my chair, and plugged my earphones to my iPod in my ears; preparing for the two and a half hour plane ride to the rainiest place in the world.
"Emmy bear," my twin said taping me on the shoulder. I pulled one headphone out of my ear. "Put your seatbelt on we are going to take off soon."
"Oh right, thanks." I said fastening my seatbelt, closing my eyes, and going back into my own personal la la land. 'Leave it to Bella to be concerned about me.' I thought to myself turning my ipod on and blasting the first song that came on.
I was barley sleep for five minutes before I found myself being shaken awake by a very angry looking flight attendant. I turned the volume down just enough to make the words coming out of her mouth audible.
"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to put your feet down. The person in front of you is complaining."
I rolled my eyes and placed my feet on the ground groaning. The flight attendant walked away.
"Not even a thank you, how rude?" I whispered to my twin who was engrossed in a book.
I think the title of her book was Pride and Prejudice; we have to have a good chunk of it read before our first official day as two of the three hundred and two students that attend Forks high school as of Monday. Sad thing is my version of a "chunk" is up to page two. I don't like being forced to read. I'll get it done just not today, and heck that's what Spark Notes is for anyway right?
"Well she did have to scream and yell to get your attention." Bella replied not looking up from the book as she turned the page.
"Oh."
"You might want to consider turning that thing down before you go permanently deaf or something." She said pointing to the lime green nano in my hand.
"Meh, I want to be deaf." I said grabbing the left and right earphones.
"Yeah, well I don't think the rest of the plane wants to listen to your play list."
"Fine." I mumbled, turning the volume slightly down and placing the earphones in their corresponding ears, going back to relaxing.
"Emmy bear we are landing buckle up." My twin said nudging me in the side.
"Alright, alright." I grumbled stretching as I pulled the strap over my lap.
"Listen, Charlie is picking us up at the airport so be on the look out for a police cruiser," she said, giving me a warm smile, trying to assure me everything was okay. Not like it worked; we were twins no matter how opposite we are I know she was pulling this façade just to make this load a lot lighter than it was, and frankly I thought, even if it was just an act, she did make me feel better. I tried my best to return the smile by giving her my trademark grin.
After going through security again, and confirming that we were twins …again, we were finally free to roam the gloomy state of Washington. The first sign that we were no longer home, the absence of sun. I was going to miss that ball of fire. It provided me with warmth, comfort and a nice tan that came naturally. But most of all the sun provided me with my personality. It inspired me to make trends, leave behind a legacy and be myself.
"I wonder how many days the sun will shine this time?"
"Meh, looks like no beach volleyball for a while," I said replying to my twins comment.
"There's the cruiser," Bella said pointing to the white and blue cop car with lights on top.
"I call back," I called running toward the car.
"Yea you'll be in it a lot here get use to it," she yelled back running after me.
We ran right into Charlie and instead of plowing him into the ground we embraced him in a hug.
"Hey, dad," we chimed in unison.
"Hi," he replied, a little taken aback by our action.
Arabella took after him; she had his brown hair and curls, his pale skin tone and his semi acquiescent look. She had his pale complexion, but with her constant blush looked more peaches and cream complexion. It contrasted strikingly with her glossy chestnut curls giving her the look of a porcelain doll. However we both had his dimples. And I received his love of sports and his sense coordination.
"You haven't changed a bit padre," I said opening the trunk of the car and placing my stuff in. We weren't allowed to call him Charlie to his face so I figured it's not technically dad, but not Charlie.
"I wish I could say the same for you two. When did you two decide to grow up?"
"Aw dad don't get too emotiona- whoa," Bella said, trying to place her bag in the trunk, but falling in herself. How someone manages to pull that off is beyond me, but that's my sister and I wouldn't want her any other way.
It was tough holding back a laugh for my father and I, another thing we had in common that makes two.
"Need a hand?" Charlie asked walking over to Bella.
"No, I want to sit in this trunk the whole way home. What do you think?"
He extended his hand and helped her out and closed the trunk.
"That's everything?" He asked shocked at the little baggage we had.
We nodded in response. And hopped in the car. It was a long drive to Forks and it was with a well-practiced air, that Bella and I plugged in our iPods to block out the country music that Charlie seemed to favor.
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