As you all probably noticed, I changed a lot of things dealing with the very beginning, which is why I added AU to the summary of the story. Things will continue to change however the base story of Twilight will remain the same. I'll mix the movies and books up into what I hope makes this story flow better.

Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer, not me. Unfortunately.


We meet dad outside the Seattle Airport, and maybe it's because I hadn't seen him since we were smaller, but he looks old, worn.

The gray skies above us doesn't help, highlighting the bags and lines I knew weren't there four years ago.

All three of us stand around awkwardly for a few moments, staring at one another, taking each other in. Something must flicker on in dad's head, and he rushes forward to grab our bags.

Our boxes wouldn't be here until later this week, but dad had assured us that we had necessities taken care of.

"It's so good to see you two." His dark eyes, much like our own, travel back and forth. Maybe the urge to hug us comes, but he gives us a soft smile instead, one that makes the lines around his eyes more defined.

I smile back, though it probably comes off as more of a grimace. I just want to go back to sleep.

"Nice to see you too Cha-Dad." Bella says, the tiny slip up either going unnoticed or dad not having the heart, or emotional capacity to ask about it.

I give her a look of pure and utter confusion when he turns to guide us to his police cruiser, his one and only car, wondering where the whole calling our father by his first name came from.

She gives me an awkward, undecided shrug as a sort of response, a 'I don't know where that came from either,' look on her face. Weird.

Instead of trying to get to the bottom of Bella being more…weirder than usual, I decide to focus on getting to the car. The concrete is slick and puddle filled, after all.

Bella takes the front seat for once, leaving me to sprawl out in the back. I unzip the heavy jacket I put on after we got our luggage and use it as a pillow, looking outside from the odd angle.

Gray and dreary. Just like how mom described it.

I blink and roll over, tuning out the strained conversation that follows between my older sister and my too-old looking dad. I just want to sleep and ignore the ache of my healing body.

So, I do. For the entire 3 hours.

I'm woken up by Bella, who looks clearly uncomfortable. She's leaning over me, blocking my view to the outside.

Her long hair tickles at my cheeks and I'm about to ask her what's wrong when she answers for me. Her voice is a quiet whisper.

"We're here and so are the Black's."

I rub at my eyes, getting the grit off them. My mind still very much asleep doesn't catch up with the first words that spill from my lips.

"That's not nice Bella."

She stares at me, her brain processing what I had just said before snorting back a laugh.

"No, dummy. Not like- Jacob and Billy Black."

Oh.

"Oh. Oh okay. That makes more sense."

She shakes her head at me, clearly amused and less uncomfortable. Idiot, her eyes say, but it's a good kind of insult, one that I take in stride.

Mission that I didn't know I even had: accomplished.

I sit up and tug my jacket on. While it wasn't freezing yet, there was still a chill that hung in the air.

Sliding out of the car, I stand and stretch. My back pops, along with my arms and leg. For once the aches aren't noticeable. Goodie.

I look towards the end of the driveway, where dad is standing and conversing to an older guy in a wheelchair. Huh. I don't remember Billy being in a wheelchair.

Behind Billy stands a tall, lanky looking boy with long, dark hair. He seems to be half listening to the conversation happening between our dad's, his dark eyes trailing on us. He breaks out in a bright grin, making his way towards us.

I have to crane my neck to look at him, cursing at my tiny height of 5"1. This guy is the same age as me, sort of. I had a few months on him. Still, he towered over the both of us.

"Hi." Bella begins, shifting. She shoves her hands into her jean pockets and I continue to stare. Either he's steeled himself for an incredibly awkward reunion or he just doesn't notice my rude action, staring at Bella with hearts in his eyes.

Gross.

"Hey- Jake. My name's Jake if you don't remember." His voice is still very much like that of a child, but despite his lanky appearance, it fits him.

"I remember. You were falling over yourself to try and keep up with Bella and your sisters." I say, which draws his attention away from Bella to me. Great.

While mom never came back here, due to the shared custody she and my dad finally agreed on, we took a plane over to this town occasionally.

Jake was a huge crybaby, from what my foggy memories tell me. Always crying because he had to stay and play with me.

"Michelle! I didn't even-"

"See me here, right? Puns for days."

He doesn't seem to know what to do with my snarkiness, and I give him an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. I just woke up."

Bella coughs to cover up a snort that erupts from her throat.