Disclaimer: I definitely don't own Twilight... Otherwise Bella would have a backbone. (Updated early because I'm on holiday).
Bella's POV:
A voice comes across the intercom: "This flight will land in 10 minutes, please fasten your seatbelts. The current weather forecast is 10°C, with chance of rain." I shudder internally at the temperature, and curse my father for living in such a rainy town. As the seats shake on landing I clench my hand on the armrest. I'll admit it to myself, I'm nervous, seeing my brothers for the first time in three years is daunting.
I breathe deeply to calm myself, before unbuckling my seatbelt and hitching my carry-on bag over my shoulder I exit the plane with a soft clip of my heeled, leather, boots. I calmly stroll through passport control and make a stop at the large revolving conveyor belt. I tap my foot in rhythm to the dance track running through my iPod headphones. By the third song I became irritated as my bag had not passed; however, I soon saw the dark burgundy cases marked with various travel stickers, from holidays with my friend Jess. I wait until my luggage reaches my position before easily swinging the, two, suitcases simultaneously from the belt to the floor.
I wheel the suitcases, one in either hand, to the exit at which point I call a taxi waiting on the kerb. I grab his attention as he leans out the side window. He's deeply tanned, with muscles in all the right places and a cigarette casually resting between his forefingers. He looks to be about 19, so dauntless as I am I pull the cigarette from his hand, and inhale deeply. When I see I've caught his attention I gently place the cigarette back in his hand and ask him "You want to give me a ride?" He looks me up and down, eyes resting on my heeled boots and leather jacket before replying.
"Sure hot stuff," in a deep baritone that weakens my knees. I gesture vaguely at my luggage and he chuckles before getting out of the car and helping me place my luggage in the boot. As I slide into the backseat of the car he smirks at me in the mirror questioning, "Where to, hot stuff?"
I smirk slightly at him in the rear-view mirror before replying with a simple "Chief Swan's house." We complete the drive in silence, though I can feel his gaze on me every few stop signs. We're coming into a driveway and he comments that "We're here hot stuff."
I smile at him, and taking my suitcases I pay him with a hefty tip before walking up the drive. At the doorway I call over my shoulder, at the retreating driver, "It's Bella." I then promptly open the door using my key adorned with an Eiffel Tower key-ring.
I hear a wave of chatter in the living room, and cocking my head I hear the underlining cheers of baseball fans in the background. I smirk to myself remembering my brothers love of sports and decide in that moment that I need a dramatic entrance. I softly close the door and walk to the end of the hallway, where I know the connection from TV to Satellite is set up. I swiftly unplug the lead, and with it dangling in my hand I rest on the doorway to the living room and mockingly chastise "Really boys, life isn't all about sports!" In the expected ruckus that occurred when the connection failed. I place a smug smirk upon my lips as several sets of eyes, swing to me.
Seth's POV:
"Really boys, life isn't all about sports!" echoes through my head, trying to identify the familiar voice. It's slightly richer than I hear on the phone, but it's her. Bella, my twin. I leap up and twirl her round, recognizing how much she's changed in that split second. She's taller about 5'7, her figure is curvier and her hair has been curled, reaching the midpoint of her back. Her fashion sense has improved, with dark jeans, heeled boots, two layered tops and a rugged leather jacket; she looks better than ever before. Even through all this, I recognize the fourteen year old girl that left; soft, caring, chocolate eyes and high cheekbones identify her as Isabella Swan. My twin.
She laughs softly and embraces me, as I breathe in her scent. I can hear the stunned silence I've made, our older brothers don't recognize their baby sister and I know she finds it extremely funny. I cling to her for a few more minutes before she grabs the tops of my arms and pushes me away inspecting me. "Look at you Sethy!" she exclaims, using our childhood nicknames, "You've grown."
I find myself replying, with a cocked eyebrow "As have you Bella."
"Aw, look at you," she croons, "all grown up." At this I blush heavily and we break into laughter together. I catch sight of our speechless audience and motion to Bella with my head. She smiles at me and walks over to Jasper, settling herself in his lap. He looks at Bella with wide eyes as his pixie girlfriend screeches "Get out of my boyfriend's lap."
I crack up laughing as Bella replies, "I don't think I will." She pauses and catches sight of my eyes, before smiling impishly and carrying on "My brother here is very comfortable as a pillow, and I'm afraid I've got jetlag."
At this point it dawns on my brothers who this really is. Jasper hugs her tightly as he is piled on by the other overage members of our party; Riley 18 and the eldest Emmett at 21, only a year older than Jasper, lose any semblance of being mature and reach for Bella.
She wiggles out of the pile, leaving our three older brothers, and sits on my lap. As they emerge she greets them individually with a small giggle a, "Hey Jazz." "How's it going Em?" and a "What's up Rile?" They all beam at her before a frown crosses Emmett's face.
Emmett's POV:
Our little sister is here. Bella is here. Wait, why is she here? At this point I decide to ask her.
"Bells, what are you doing here? I thought you were staying in France for the summer."
She smiles sunnily at me, "Suprise!" she happily tells me. I smile back at her. I stare at my little sister, she's changed so much.
"Lookin' good Bells." I say.
"Thanks Em, Jess helped me choose the clothes years ago." she replies with a free smile and cloudy eyes, reminiscing.
"You're tired Bells?" Jasper asks, and I'm not surprised as he's the most observant of all the Swans.
"Yeah, jet-lag you know?" She casually announced.
"Go to sleep then Bells" Jasper softly commands our sister.
She smiles as Riley comments "You're rooming with Seth sis." At this she looks at Seth who motions her upstairs shrugging his arm around her shoulders.
Bella's POV:
"Here we are." Seth tells me, he points at my bed, which I promptly collapse on. He lays down with me and confides "I missed you sis."
I smile, finally at home, and vaguely recall murmuring "Missed you too." I fall into blissfully blank sleep, my twin by my side.
Next Chapter: The brothers learn about new Bella. We meet the girlfriends and some La Push pack.
Just to be clear: I do not encourage smoking.
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