Cold Case Love

Chapter 2: Missed By A Mile

Edward Anthony Masen Cullen

Summer was always the best and worst time of the year. The best because I was free from that stupid strict private boys boarding school, and could do what the hell I wanted. I was free of the moronic teachers who thought they knew everything and anything, and I usually wondered if they had something stuck up there ass ,because honestly, they were always pissed off. I was free of the asinine, dense and dimwitted students who antagonized me to my last nerve and back, who thought they were cool and rebellious and often wanted to challenge anyone in their paths who didn't think so. I was free from the cage the school had around us, not a literal cage, but we were to never leave the premises, ever, unless of course in emergency or something, but you still needed written permission from the headmaster, Dr. Rick, or as I liked to call him, Dr. Dick.

I could go back to my home town of Wilmington, North Carolina, and enjoy all it has to offer, which isn't much, but I love it anyways. I would surf at the beaches, ignoring the local high schools meat-head jocks trying to impress the sluts and bimbos who were sun-bathing in their bikini's with often, no bikini top on. I would walk around the cliffs and rock pool areas again, ignoring the sex-driven teens, who were groping each other against the cliff walls, or the few creepy homeless people who lived under rocks which formed as a sort of cave. I would go to the pubs around here, again ignoring the violent drunks, who wanted to bash me because of my reputation or because while I was glancing around the room had briefly looked at their girlfriend, in that one glance. I could also go back to my aunt and uncle who I hadn't seen all year, for some free cooking, company, and a place to stay, while again for the last time trying their requests for me to mature and stop my nonsense. Even those these were the good reasons of coming back, most of them had a bad side, which I was willing to slide since these were my good reasons.

The worst because memories would flood back when I came home. Awful memories I would never ever want to life through again always surfaced when I was back home. At least at Hillford, (The boarding school I went to in New York) I was always preoccupied and didn't have enough time to think about anything or past problems. I was too busy or caught up in my studies that everything would just past like a blur and I would look back the next day and sigh with what I couldn't remember. Back home there was so much time to think, I had tried once or twice to take up a summer job, but of course that didn't work out, so I kept occupied with surfing, walking and drinking, but obviously, those involve a lot of time to think while you're doing it. Unless you're with someone having a conversation with them, but I was never with someone, so for three months my brain was my worst enemy and put me through three months of fucking torture.

Every year I went back to Wilmington, people would stare at me and whisper behind my back, from hearing stories of me, and judging straight away. I admit I was involved in a lot of crap all the time, but trouble usually always found me, and it honestly 99% of the time wasn't my fault, people just skipped your side of the story and assumed and accused like a bunch of senile stubborn people in the 16 century of some shit who would prosecute poor women claiming they were witches. The locals thought I was bad news, and a fuck up and shouldn't be around people. I scared them really, and all I did was walk passed them along the street like any normal person and they'd cringe away, like the judgmental people they are. I suppose the only people who weren't scared of me,(leaving out my aunt and uncle) or tried to pretend to not be scared of me were usually those stupid macho guys from the high school who thought I deserved a well planned beating, or some of the wild girls of the town, who thought I was sexy, or so I heard. I didn't think much of myself, or about myself, but I didn't care. I stood at like 6'2'' which was a cool height, have really annoying hair which never did as told, which was messy and always a disarray and bronze-ish, and green eyes. That's how I would describe myself, but I honestly didn't care, my life revolved more than just looks and materialism.

This summer going back to Wilmington was different than every other summer, for two reasons. One being; This was my last time, When I go back to school in fall that will be my senior year, and after that I'll be hopefully off to some collage or something or other. Second being; That my little cousin Alice, -who wasn't little because of her age, because she was seventeen like me, but of her height-, had just moved to Wilmington with my other Aunt and Uncle. Alice's mom, my aunt I lived with named Esme, and my mom were all sisters, just to make thing a little easier. Alice's parents had moved to Wilmington just a few weeks before school ended so Alice was still fresh to the place and had asked me for her own tour, which I forced myself to accept, I needed to keep busy. I had told her that tomorrow I would give her the tour, and that afterward we would head to the carnival they held every year. She had asked me to introduce her to some of the locals, and that was when I smiled sheepishly at her...because I didn't know the locals, and never talked to them...ever.

I said down slowly, careful to not fall over the edge, and let my legs hand down over the cliff, swinging them slightly over the edge. I always loved coming to the cliffs, or the rock pools, to sit and just watch the water, the few seals which came, the turtles who made their nests and what not. my musings were interrupted when I heard some shouting and yelling coming from below far away, and strained my eyes to see three figures, all silhouetted from the sunset walking up the rock pools. I couldn't make them out, because in fact they were to far away. I groaned silently, hoping they weren't stupid drunk teens, fooling around, probably causing trouble, then for a good cause I would try and stop them, but them myself would get into deep shit.

As they emerged closer, I could see that there weren't three figures but four. The fourth had been piggy-backing on one of the other one's backs. I could make out that two were female, and the other male, from their heights and shapes. I made no motive to move, as I knew they would never see me. The girl on the giant guys back, wrapped her arms around tighter around his neck, as the other girl, turned her head to the ocean, examining it. The other guy came running to them from far behind, some sort of long thin gin his hand, dangling about. He yelled something I couldn't hear, and walked up to the female on the big guys back, and she recoiled from the object, which was probably some dead aquatic life. The guy then flung the thing into the ocean, and the girl on the big guys back still looked disgusted from the position of her posture.

The fish guy run back to the girl on the big guys back and wiped his dirty hands on her, and I chuckled to myself silently, he was so going to get it...doesn't he understand girls? The girl jumped off the big guys back and began chasing the fish guy, before the fish guy and changed roles and started chasing her. the big guy shouted playfully at them, and after a while they resumed to their original positions, the girl wrapping her arms around the big guys side, the fish guy on the far side of the left over girl. They started chatting playfully, and I came to the conclusion that they weren't drunk or stupid, probably one of the very few normal people here.

Their figures became more visible and I could now work them out more clearly. The big guy, was really big, just all muscle, with his curly brown hair, and definitely looked like a couple with the blond he had his arm draped on. The blond looked hot as far as I could tell, she was really tall too, in comparison to the big guy she was a good height, she looked like she knew business and knew that she was hot too. Next to her was a shorter girl, not by much though, if I do say so myself, she would be the prettier of the two. Her long mahogany hair curled down her back, and looked flawless, I couldn't obviously see the color of her eyes, but I guessed they would be amazing. The blond guy to her right was almost as tall as the big guy, and taller than the blond girl. His honey blond hair flicked into his eyes, and he brushed the pieces away. I briefly wondered if he and the brunette were a couple but dismissed it, because then they would be acting like the blond and big guy. I couldn't also help but notice that the shaggy honey blond haired dude and the blond chick were very similar and looked related.

At that moment the brunette started laughing, I couldn't hear it, but I could see it, her beautiful smile as she laughed. I could tell she was trying to hold it in but it didn't work. I saw the honey brown colored hair guy glare at her while she was laughing and I couldn't help but laugh too. They neared closer to me almost in hearing distance.

"Oh I remember last year!" The big one said loudly, "That fat kid who ate too many corn-dogs puked on Jasper on the Tea-Cup ride!" He boomed, doubling over in loud boasts of laughter, while the blond chick and brunette laughed too. Jasper, who I assumed to be the honey blond hair colored guy still was glaring, clearly not liking the memory. I couldn't hear the next words, since I could only hear the big guy before because he was loud. They talked more as they neared and I strained my ears to hear their conversation. Yes, I do know that eavesdropping is wrong but I couldn't help it, they were intriguing, she was intriguing.

"I'm not going," That Jasper dude grumbled in a Southern accent, like he had just exited a movie set which was set in Texas. The brunette looked like she clearly wanted to roll her eyes at his stubbornness.

"It'll be fun," The brunette said with a gorgeous temping grin, "We just have to go on the Ferris Wheel this year. I really want to see the view with the lights and shit, it would look wicked," She said excitedly. I couldn't help but hear that she had that North Carolina twang, which you could barely hear. I would of had that twang too, but living in New York most of the year takes that away from you. Oh so they were talking about the carnival, tomorrow, the one I was taking Alice to.

"Yeah we didn't get to go last year, remember?" The blond spoke with a hardly audible southern accent and with a smirk clearly to piss Jasper off, "Jasper was too busy pussy-ing around, because his jeans," The blond laughed along with the bug guy as Jasper growled, "So we ended up walking home early, you sulking the whole way," She mock pouted and the brunette laughed along. I was dieing to know her name, but they never brought it up.

"So?" Jasper asked, "You were thank-full, because as soon as we got home you were fucking Em. When our bedrooms are right next to each other!" Jasper defended, as the blond sent glares his way and I laughed quietly. They were a strange bunch. Jasper then turned to the brunette and spoke, "We have very thin walls," He said seriously and she gasped lightly with a smile before trying to stifle her laughter again, covering her mouth with her dainty little hand.

"Whatever," the Blond brushed off, clearly feeling embarrassed, "You're just jealous," She concluded and he scoffed.

"Rose, I'm pretty sure I'm not jealous of that bulk of muscle standing next to you," Jasper said with a roll of his eyes. Ah, so the blond's name was Rose.

"Hey!" The big one said offended and and Rose just sighed.

"I wasn't talking about Emmett. I mean you were jealous that you couldn't be fucking someone then," Rose corrected, "Like..." She trailed off suggestively, glancing at the brunette. I felt quite...well I didn't know what I felt but I felt weird at the thought that the blond thought Jasper should be with the brunette.

"Alice Brandon," The brunette said and two things happened to me. One; I was relieved that they weren't talking about the brunette, and Two; I was stunned to know it was my cousin. Jasper looked at them both as if they were crazy and shook his head.

"As if," He scoffed, "Yeah right...sure thing," He muttered on unconvincingly, "Her last name's Brandon?" He asked and Brunette smirked at him before he groaned.

"She is cute," She said, "Short, maybe 4'10'', cute spiky dark brown almost black hair, which is short too. Petite body, almost like a pixie, which suits her hair and height, and the most awesome-st eyes ever!" Brunette exclaimed, "They're silver! They're like fucking sex eyes," She said and looked at Jasper smirking slightly, "Don't get too excited," She warned with a laugh, placing a hand on his shoulder as he tensed. That's my cousin you're thinking about Jasper! I thought to myself.

"Maybe she'll be at the carnival," Brunette said suggestively, "What am I saying? Maybe? Of course she'll be there, everyone's going," She said and then Jasper looked at her, knowing that she had won.

"I'll go then," He said and Rose smirked in triumph.

"Fucker." She whispered.

"Bitch." He said back flipping her off.

"Pussy," The big one said to Jasper and the brunette laughed.

"Homos," She said to all of them, before picking up her shoes, and following the group up the boardwalk back up the street. I couldn't help but laugh at them, they were odd, but I liked them, sure as fuck.

A/N: Could you all do me a favor and review? please? It actually does push me to write faster and update more for you guys....its a fact. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this, I've just been overloaded with exams, in the last week i had geography, math, french and science exams, and many assignments too. *pouts* I want my life back! no, no, i'm just being dramatic, it's not sooo bad...

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