Déjà Vu

A Twilight Fanfic...

Disclaimer: However much I wish I owned Twilight, Edward Cullen or anything else relating to twilight, I don't, the wonderful Miss Meyer's does.

AN: This is another filler chapter to get the story going. Good or bad reviews appreciated, as then I know what you guys like and what you don't. So please Read and Review. Enjoy...x


Chapter Two

New Home

Alice POV.

My mother pulled me from my thoughts by gently shaking my shoulder and telling me in an excited tone, that we had arrived. Great, I thought to myself sarcastically.

I had no idea, that I had become lost in my thoughts for so long. My battery on my iPod had gone flat, and I had held that little regard to the passing of time, that I hadn't even noticed.

I looked out the window to see the house; it was a little red brick cottage on what looked like a quiet, welcoming little cul-de-sac. It had a pretty little garden, with flower beds and a wishing well, to the front. The back of the cottage, housed a small lawn, with surrounding flower beds, shadowed by a huge oak tree, with a swing. Beyond the garden, was a lot of forest.

"So what do you think of our new home?", My mother wanted to know.

I shrugged. What could I say? It looked like a nice little house, but it wasn't home. Forks wasn't home. It might be to my mother, but not to me. It was too cloudy and just too... green.

"Go upstairs, and check out your new room then," mum urged. Grudgingly, I decided to do as she asked, at least it would keep her sweet for a while if I at least pretended to like Forks.

Upstairs, I was actually shocked at my room. It was gorgeous, mum had clearly been making the most of her weekly trips here before we moved, and it was perfect.

Three of the walls had been painted a deep plum, and the other wall, where the big bay window was situated with the cushioned window seat below, had gorgeous black with plum flower design wallpaper, adorning it. It screamed of sophistication. I loved it.

She had got all new bedroom furniture in, in a dark mahogany shade of woodwork. Then there was the bed, this was the first time I'd had the pleasure of owning a double, and I certainly wasn't complaining, as I flung myself upon it.

As I looked around I found there to be a TV in one corner, while the opposite corner housed a computer desk, matching the other bedroom furniture, just awaiting my pink laptop. I then noticed my huge walk in closet, just pity I don't really do the whole shopping thing so much anymore, I kinda lost the feel for it after Cynthia. She was my partner in crime when it came to shopping.

After realising how beautiful my room was, I decided to go and explore the rest of the house. My mother had decorated the hall and lounge very much the same, in a very contemporary style, with lots of black, white and glass. It was very minimalist, and spacious. I most definitely approved, I liked the modern look.

The kitchen was the opposite of the rest of the house, but equally as beautiful. Mom had gone with a rustic, old farmhouse feel to the room, and had painted it in a warm terracotta shade. She had put in wooden beams across the ceiling, and had the pots hanging from wooden hooks above, the big old oak dining table. It was truly like something out of Little House on the Prairie.

I ended up spending what was left of the afternoon curled up on the huge sofa with my mom, watching Desperate Housewives. It had been ages since we'd done something like this together, and it was only now I realised how much I'd missed it.

As night began to fall, we were both famished, and as we hadn't been shopping for groceries yet, there was no food to be found in the kitchen. So we headed into town to a local diner for dinner. She pointed out Forks High to me on the way, I'd be a student at the school come Monday.

The burgers were delicious, and we were most definitely glad we had taken the waitresses recommendation and tried the berry cobbler for dessert. It really was to die for. It had been a very enjoyable evening I thought to myself, as we made our way to the car. I began to feel like maybe, just maybe, things were looking up for once.

When we got home, it was about ten, so I said goodnight to my mom, and headed upstairs. I grabbed my pyjamas from my bag I'd brought with me earlier, and headed to the bathroom for a shower. I began to relax, as I felt the warm water cascading across my shoulders as I rinsed the sweet scent of apple shampoo from my hair. I knocked the shower off, and climbed out to a big fluffy Egyptian cotton towel. My mother and I, both enjoyed some of the finer things in life, a high thread count being one of them. After towelling myself dry, I pulled a brush through my hair, brushed my teeth, then put my pyjama's on. Then I made my way to bed.

As I lay in bed trying to fall asleep, I began to put a new perspective to my life. Maybe the move was a good idea after all, it seemed like after dealing with my thoughts in the car, maybe just maybe, I would be able to start to move on. I would never forget her, but maybe now I could just cherish my memories, and be happy, like Cynthia would have wanted. I could start again.

And then unconsciousness over powered me...


AN: So that was chapter two, Hope you liked it. Next chapter's Alice's first day at school. What will happen?

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