S. Meyer is the lucky who owns everything Twilighty, le sigh...
Currently no beta'd, am shopping around
So here is chapter one, and look only moments after publishing the prologue. I have two more chapters written and i do plan on uploading them today as well. As for a writing schedule i don't have one and don't plan on having one because i find that when you do you get a lot pressure thrown at you and i would rather write when it's best convenient for me. Same goes for chapters, I won't always publish multiple chapters through out the story, but with any luck it'll happen often. Now there was a question on whether i would pull the story to publish before finishing. The answer to that is that i will finish the story here before i pull and publish. I'm an avid believer of finishing what i start, even if it takes me four years to do it. *Snicker, snicker* So you guys will get a complete story before it's pulled. As to how quickly that will happen i currently can't answer, I'll let you know about that the closer to the end we get which won't be for a while. With that said, enjoy.
Chapter 1
Edward
I always forget how much more wet it is here in Forks than it is in Seattle. I'm here for the summer, mostly for my stepmother but i keep fucking kicking myself for agreeing to spend the entire fucking summer like she requested. I should've just said I would stay for a couple weeks and then went back to California and spent the rest of my summer days surfing and enjoying the cool ocean. I know she would've been fine if i gave her a valid excuse, she normally did, but this time i was not given the option.
She more or less guilted me that i hadn't been home since i finished my first year of college and that was only for a few weeks back then. Since then, I was busy finishing my degree, partying my ass off and figuring out who i was. Soon after that first summer out of college i discovered that i didn't want to be that asshole who partied five days out of the week, and i was no longer into bedding every girl i saw only to never learn her name the next day. I was over it and wanted something more, i just never knew what more was.
So while i was trying to figure that out, i focused on my studies and ended up graduating a year early and got a job at Warner Bros. Studios as an animator. At first it was a good gig, i like drawing cartoon characters and was able to put my own spin the characters i was given. After a year though, it became to redundant and i found i didn't love it as much as i did before and decided to quit and make the move to Seattle to not only be closer to my stepmom, but also discover what my true love was.
My stepmom always said i got my talent for art from her, even though we have no blood relation and i often found myself agreeing with her. It still amazes me how close we've grown over the years considering what an asshole i was to her when we first met.
My mom died from complications due to childbirth so i never knew her, only knew that her name was Elizabeth and that she fought tooth and nail to have me, regardless of the high risks she was given by her doctor. She managed to live one day after my birth until complications occurred and she died from internal bleeding. My dad said that, that one day was the happiest day of my mother's life, because she tried for so many years to have me and when she finally did there was no taking that happiness away from her, even if it was only for that one day.
Regardless of that it was me and my dad for the first six years of my life and i was content with the idea of it being just me and him for the foreseeable future. Then came Esme, he met her at the hospital she worked at. She was a nurse and i had been stung by a bee and my hand had begun to swell. My dad didn't want to take any chances with me, and took me to the emergency room to make sure i wasn't allergic. Thankfully i'm not and the swelling was practically gone by the time we made it to the hospital, however the moment my dad saw Esme, that was it and I spent the day in the ER while he spent the day pining over a nurse.
They began dating and got married two years later, which is when the asshole in me began to surface. It made major headway when my dad announced we were moving to Forks so him and my stepmom could run a private medical practice. I wasn't happy about the move, I wanted to stay in Chicago where i knew everyone, not go to a small ass town where i knew no one. So when i first met that short chubby girl with glasses i couldn't help lay into her until i made her cry, and I continued doing that shit till 10th grade, when my dad died.
He was in Portland at a medical conference when he got hit by a drunk driver and was killed instantly. My stepmother and I were both devastated by the loss, however it was because of that, that i stopped being such an asshole to a girl who didn't deserve it and left her alone all together. I guess you could say the asshole part of me died with my father.
My stepmother and I grew close, due to the fact that neither one of us had any other family left. Both my grandparents were gone, and I was my parents only child. Esme miscarried three children with her first husband before the doctors told her that she was incapable of carrying a child to term. So when i realized i had no one left, Esme welcomed me with open arms and told me they had been open since the day we met, all i had to do was embrace them.
From then on things changed for the better. I finished college and got a degree in art design from UCLA while Esme retired from nursing and sold my father's practice so that she could also focus on her art full time. She said it was something she missed and it made her feel closer to dad. I can't help but think that's bullshit because i never saw her draw shit the entire time he was alive, but who's to say what they did behind closed doors.
So over the passed couple of years I've managed to make a decent living as a graphic designer and freelance artists. I work for a marketing company part time providing with designs they may need for ad campaigns and manage to sell a decent amount of art pieces at local art shows. Thankfully the art scene in Seattle is almost as good as the one in New York that i make pretty good money off it.
So when my stepmother said she wanted me home for the summer because she was planning on selling the house in the fall and traveling to Italy for a year, i knew i couldn't deny her. So here i am, in wet ass Forks Washington, doing my best to avoid my past.
I wake up from a deep slumber after falling asleep on the couch, again, after staying up and watching TV. For some strange reason i just can't seem to get comfortable in my old room so i end up on the couch watching TV to the early hours of the morning before i finally pass out. I take a look around and see that I'm alone, I rub my hands over my face before noticing a note on the coffee table from my stepmother.
"Hey sweetheart,
I went out to Port Angeles to do some shopping, I'll be gone for the day. I haven't had time to go the grocery store, so there's not much food in the house. You should head out the diner for some breakfast, or lunch depending on when you get up.
I'll make sure to get some items from the grocery store on my way home and make us a nice dinner.
Love you sweetheart, I'll see you tonight.
Esme."
I frown at the letter and lean back on the couch, for someone who guilted me into this trip, I've hardly fucking seen her. Then again I've only been home for three days. I decide to take her advice and go to the diner to grab something to eat before figuring out what to do for the rest of the day. Twenty minutes later I'm showered, changed and in my car headed for the diner.
As I'm driving i notice all the familiar houses going one by one. Not too long after moving here i noticed that all the houses looked entirely too similar which basically described this entire town. Everything stays the same, nothing ever changes which is basically the reason i left the moment i was able to.
I continue driving and notice the white house i often parked in front of when i was a teenager. There isn't really a place around to take a date to get any type of real privacy around here, like a lovers lane type of deal, so you basically took what you could get. For some reason parking in front of this house just worked for me. There's no houses in front of it, only the woods, and the traffic is lighter so there was little chance of getting caught. I laugh thinking about it, because the ironic thing about that house is that the chief of police lives there with his life partner, or is it his husband now?
I shake my head, continuing to drive when i notice a car pull into the driveway. An older man gets out of the driver seat, I'm pretty sure it's Harry Swan. I wonder if he still runs the hardware store in downtown. Before I have more time to think about it, i see a woman get out of the passenger side. She's not very tall, but she has beautiful wavy brown hair, sort of like an ocean wave. She's slender with the perfect amount curves, and legs that i swear go for fucking miles. I wonder who the hell she is, I wonder if i should stop and introduce myself. Seconds pass at a snail's pace, as i continue to drive slower and slower just to grab a glimpse of who she is. Finally I can see her go up the steps and notice that her face is even more beautiful than her body. Her lips are semi small but i can tell they're also luscious and ready to be kissed. Her cheeks are rosy, but that's more than likely due to the cold chill still that came from the rain and her eyes… probably the most beautiful pair of brown eyes I've ever seen. Who is she, she looks familiar, but there's no way it could be Bella.
Last time i saw her was right before i graduated high school, she was at least 100 pounds overweight, her face was covered in pimples and she had glasses that were too big for her head. No, there's no way that could be her. Probably a long lost family member or something. I shake my and decide I'll to find a way to seek this girl out, i need to find out who she is, but first i need to get some grub.
My belly growls in deep protest, telling me that i won't be able to do shit till it's full. As soon as the door shuts behind her i speed up the car and head to the diner, trying to figure how I'm going to approach probably the most beautiful woman i have ever seen.
A little while later I'm greeted by the usual faces of the diner that never change and I'm seated at a nearby table close to the entrance. I look over the menu to see if anything has changed, but as i suspected, it hasn't. It's Friday, meaning that the Fish Fry is available so i make sure to order myself a large serving. While i wait i look at my phone to see if my agent has heard back about a couple of pieces I've submitted to the Seattle center for the Arts, for their annual fall gala. It's the biggest event of the year and gets me a huge chunk change by just showing up. Last year I only sold one piece but managed to commission several clients, meaning it's a can't miss event for me. I frown when i see she hasn't gotten back to me. A moment later my food in front of me and mouth begins to water, however it's all for nothing when the front door opens and there she is.
I don't know if it's the wind or if there's a breeze in the diner but when she opened that door her hair just blew off her shoulders, revealing her stunning beautiful face, make the food fall out of my mouth. Fuck! I grab a napkin and hope to fucking Christ that no one saw that. Thankfully it doesn't seem like anyone noticed what happened, or that I'm drooling over this girl. I blink a few times as i focus on her and watch her head the counter. She's speaking to the head waitress like an old friend, making me wonder just how many times she's been here. I mean it's only been a few years since I've been around, is it possible that she came around just after i left. Hell if i had known she was gonna show up, i would've never left.
I continue to watch her, barely tasting my food when i see Charlie Swan come into the diner. He's in his police uniform meaning he's probably here for his lunch hour. I pay him no mind and am about to go back to ogling my girl when i hear her speak.
"Dad, there you are." she says and goes to embrace him. Dad? That can't be right, since when does Charlie have two daughters.
"Hey Bells, it's good to see you." He tells her. Bells? Isn't that what he called… holy shit, it can't be.
There's no fucking way!
"Where's your pop?" He asks her.
"He had to go back to the store, one of his cashiers called out and there was no else available to fill in, so he can't join us for lunch. However he did say he would be home for dinner."
I hear them converse as they make there way to a corner table still within earshot of me. I try not to make it seem too obvious that I'm listening to there conversation, but i can't fucking help it. I mean there's no way in hell that the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on is indeed the girl i used to fucking torment for my own fucking enjoyment.
I continue to eat and see one the waitresses come take their order, she acknowledges both by name which further confirms the truth. The girl i used to tease and make fun of on a daily basis all through grade school and most of high school has turned into a stunning creature. I don't know what the hell happened between the time i graduated high school and now, all i know is i need to find out. I need to get to know her and need to make her mine.
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