A/N: I'm sorry it took me so long, it's because my computer had made some problems, and the file was deleted. So this chap is the second I wrote, not the original. That's mostly why it sucks. And I know that I have some grammar issues, it bugs me, and I really considered stop writing because I can't do my best. I hope this time it's not too horrible.

Enjoy.

I don't own Twilight.

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Chapter 2: Forks

Three months later, after we had packed everything we needed the most, Carlisle have ordered plane tickets for us – first class – and we were finally at the airport.

In the plane, Whiles my parents were sleeping, I couldn't help but actually freak out. Well, it was mostly because I had serious nausea. It always happens to me in flights. I have this anxiety that the plane will crash, and mostly I've spent my time vomiting to the bag that the hostess gave me. But more importantly, was annoying thought that occurred to me. Now I will have to suffer the "new-boy" thing in the new school. Everyone will watch me closely with critical eyes, and will examine everything I do. I will have to start everything all over again.

But I have to admit, my reputation in my old school in Illinois was quiet great. For some reason girls can't take their eyes off me, which makes me feel very irritated every time it happens. Nevertheless, it's good, because I've never felt lonely among kids in my age in my whole life. I was the guy who's in the center of things.

I sighed deeply; relieved it will be only couple of weeks from now. Carlisle had told me that I was already signed and I will start going there after we settle in the new house. I closed my eyes, wrapping myself in the bed, and tried to catch a nap, thinking of last night when I couldn't sleep at all because of the excitement.

"Excuse me, sir." I heard a female voice near me and opened my eyes.

I saw the hostess standing next to me, a tray with food in her hands. She smiled sweetly and leaned closer. I tried to control my expression, don't want her to know that I'm pissed, and straightened my seat, trying to stay away from her. I should have known that she is one of those crazy girls that are trying to flirt with me anytime they can. Man, it started to get on my nerves.

I tried to smile at her, and said, "Yes?"

"I was wondering if you would like some of these." She pointed at her tray. I lifted my head to see what exactly it is and in the moment the scent caught in my nose, I turned away sharply, coughing uncontrollably.

"Chicken?" I could barely say.

"Yes, sir. Is there any problem with that?" She looked worried from my reaction. My parents that were sleeping next to me didn't seem to hear the noise and wake up.

"I'm sorry, I'm just vegetarian." I explained.

"Oh," She said, looking at her tray and then slowly turning it away from me.

"Thanks." I said after I could breath properly, and smiled.

It seemed that now she couldn't breath. "Oh, It's… It's okay… Arm…" She looked confused. "Would you like something else, then?"

"No, it's fine. Thank you."

"No problem." She looked at me one last look, and then walked past my seat to another passenger.

I put my earphones on, played some old song of Metallica, Leper Messiah, and tried to sleep.

I got awaken by Esme that was shaking me slightly, whispering to me it's time to go. I could barely open my eyes, walking out in zigzags.

We took our luggage and got out from Seattle's airport to wait for a guy from Carlisle's work to pick us up.

Apparently Carlisle took care for everything. It turned out he had already bought a car and that was the car that this man from his work will pick us up with. And of course, he bought a house too. He told me and Esme that the house was already full with stuff, so obviously we don't have a mess with buying new things.

Finally we heard a sound of a horn and I turned my glance to see a black Audi A6 standing at the airport's parking lot. I smiled wildly, beaming at Carlisle.

"Wow, dad. Cool car!"

"You really think it's more than our Mercedes?" He asked doubtfully.

I smiled and we rolled our luggage to the car. I noticed a too-enthusiastic man inside it, waving at as with energy from the driver's seat.

After putting our stuff in the trunk, we got into the car. Carlisle sat at the front, whiles me and Esme both sat at the back.

The man, whose name was Mr. Crowley, greeted us and kept saying how glad he is that we had arrived. He looked at me in a weird way. Like he was curious of which movements I'm going to do. I looked away, struggling with a snore. It was acceptable that girls will feel this way about me, but honestly, guys too? Anyways, this man that was supposed to work with my father seemed like a fake to me. It was a show, obviously. He wasn't really happy that we came, but only that my dad is now working for him.

I didn't listen to whatever they said – boring things about medicine – only looked out of the window at the view. This place was amazing. I liked it. The window was open and I could smell the air. I took a deep breath and sighed with satisfaction. Man, how I liked this scent, of the rain, the cold, the winter.

For a moment I was completely sure that everything is going to be fine.

"Edward, dear?" I heard Esme next to me and turned to look at her.

I smiled and she said. "Tell me the truth now, why you've agreed to come with us? Not that I resist, of course."

I knew I wouldn't be able to get away from that. I remembered her suspicious expression at the night Carlisle asked me if I want to stay at my uncle's and I said no.

"Well…" I hesitated. "I just didn't want to ruin everything, you know. I was really happy for dad, and wanted to do what's best for him." I whispered that, so Carlisle won't be able to hear.

Her face looked warmth, like it mostly does. She put her hand on my knee and said. "Edward, you shouldn't have. You should have told us your real opinion about it."

"It's okay, mom. Really," I assured her. "I think I'm really starting to like this place. And anyways, I didn't want to be far away from the both of you."

She nodded and I stared again out of the window.

Soon enough we were at Forks. An hour or so later, the car stopped. I looked to my right and saw a big, fancy, white house. It had three floors and I've instantly wondered where I will sleep. I wished I will get a floor of my own.

We got out of the car, taking our luggage with us and rolling them, Mr. Crowley at our heels. The garden was already growing wide with colors of red-orange-yellow and green.

"Do you like the place?" Carlisle asked me.

"Sure, it looks awesome." I said.

He opened the large, wooden brown door and we entered in.

The living room had already had sofas, a wooden table, and a large 50-inch TV. The kitchen had drawers and refrigerator, etc.

I saw Mr. Crowley standing at the doorway, hesitating. "Well, I think I will go now." He said with his British accent. He told me goodbye, with a hesitating smile, and got out.

I was disgusted and yet wondered how on earth this man was going to go to wherever he wanted to with no car. Because obviously the car he came with was ours and stayed in the garage.

I shook my head, and then turned to face my mother. "Can I please go check the rest of the house? I'm just curious."

"Sure, honey." She said.

I took my luggage upstairs with me and checked the second floor. All I could see there was a room with a doubled bed, – definitely not mine – a large bathroom, and another room that by its objects didn't look like my room.

I smiled with smugness and run up to the third floor. There I saw a nice room to live in. The place had a stereo-machine, an exclusive one. Thank you, Dad, I thought and hurried to open my bag for my laptop. I looked for the Internet connection, and was glad I had a wireless router.

As soon as the Internet was connected, I left me luggage next to the wardrobe and sank into bed.

I was exhausted. I just closed my eyes and let the peace surround me.

I saw a pair of golden eyes looking at me from the ceiling. I looked at them in shock, not knowing what to do. Not knowing exactly how I felt about it.

Suddenly I woke up. My breathing wasn't even. I tried to calm myself down as I remembered the eyes. Then I felt sick with myself, because I waited desperately for the horror to come and attack me, but instead of it I felt… fascinated.

Damn, was it Forks that made me nuts?

I tried to let go of the thought and focus on my watch. The time was seven p.m. Well, I've been sleeping for four hours. I wondered what my parents are doing, and strode out of the room. Hopefully they didn't start unpacking. I felt guilty for not helping them.

I entered the kitchen and saw Carlisle looking for something in the refrigerator, while Esme cooked something in the skillet.

"Hello," I said and suddenly yawned.

"Hello, sleepyhead." Esme said, snickering.

"Mom, I'm sorry I've–"

"Oh, don't you start apologize for being tired, Edward. That's completely fine. There was nothing to arrange here anything, anyway."

She served me a plate with some french fries and vegetables, knowing I don't eat meet. "You came just on time for dinner."

"But… Where did all that food come from?" I asked, bewildered.

"Your father made it on time to the grocery and bought us some stuff to eat." She said and arranged the table for dinner in what looked like a second.

"So, Edward," Carlisle said while eating his steak. I didn't care what my parents were eating, even that it was meet, and respected their needs about it. Mostly I just tried not to breath next to their plates. "I was wondering, about school. When do you want to start school?"

"Next week, I think."

"So soon?" Esme asked, surprised.

"Of course," I answered lightly. "I've already told you I like this place, haven't I?"

Carlisle nodded, and Esme turned to him. "I want to go tour this little city tomorrow. Can you come?"

"Sure, anyway I'm starting to work a day after."

Esme then asked me if I would like to come. I told her yes.

I helped my mom wash the dishes and then returned my room, unpacking my luggage to my wardrobe. It didn't take long, so I took of to sleep early at ten.

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The next day we got out early and hoped to find some shopping center in here. I didn't have much hope, mostly because I knew Forks is a small place that probably doesn't have any centers or malls in it.

I figured out I was right. Esme was very disappointed as she found out that every time we will need something we will have to get out of town. This means, shopping will be only at Port Angeles or Seattle, or some other nearby place.

We were driving back home, as all of a sudden something from outside of the window caught my eye. I looked out, and saw a pink, topless Nissan Micra C+C, with three girls in it, waving at me and smiling widely. One of them, a blonde with pointy face sent me a seductive smile as she moved her fingers in a wave.

I tried to ignore them, and hoped forcefully that my parents didn't see it. Again, I looked outside from the corner of my eye and saw silver Lamborghini Murcielago LP640 Roadster passing the girls' car and standing next to our car. I moved my face to see who the lucky driver with the cool car is, and my mouth opened with shock, and not at all because of the fancy, amazing car itself. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/N: I hope you guys liked it. Pics of the cars are in my profile. Please review, it's important to me to know exactly what do you think and have to say about it. So press the button. It's right here. I want at least 10 reviews before I'm updating the third chap. Avital :)