Chapter 2: New Roommate
Renesmee's POV
It was weird the way they all seemed so interested in my completely ordinary, mundane life. It felt like I was playing a game of twenty questions with them. Most of all they kept asking about my past. They wanted to know where I came from to which I kept answering that I didn't know. They were particularly interested in why I had no memories before the age of five.
Edward and Bella looked like they wanted to cry when I told that I had no memory of my biological family. It confused me, that bit of news shouldn't have affected them so much.
All conversation ceased as I pulled into my garage. They all stared at my house in astonishment.
"This is where you live?" Bella asked.
"Yup, this is my home" I said.
"How many people live here? This place is huge" Jacob commented.
"Just me, my parents, my sister, and also our maid and our personal chef" I said hoping that I didn't sound like I was showing off. There weren't exactly a lot of people that had live in maids and personal chefs.
"Would you like to go inside or stay out here just looking at it?" I asked in a jokingly way when they didn't stop looking at it.
That snapped them out of whatever trance they were in and we all went inside. As soon as I opened the door the smell of pot roast reached my nose. It smelled heavenly to me but apparently I'm the only one who felt that way as the rest of the Cullens, with the exception of Jacob, all looked like they wanted to puke.
"Are you guys okay?" I asked.
The only response I got was "What is that smell?" from Bella.
"It's pot roast. I'm assuming that's our dinner" I said.
"Renesmee is that you I hear?" I heard the all to familiar voice of our chef.
"No Michael I'm a robber that just happens to have a house key and sound just like Renesmee" I said. "Of course it's me"
I could hear bell like laughter coming from behind me. It was beautiful, harmonious, bell like laughter that matched their beautiful voices.
"Okay, okay, there's no need for sarcasm now-" he stopped midsentence when the moment he saw my guests. His reaction to them was somewhat similar to mine. Even though he was no Twilight fan there was no missing the oddities that they seemed to possess. His eyes lingered on Bella the longest and I could have sworn I saw jealously flash behind Edward's beautiful gold eyes.
"Michael these are the Cullens our guests. Cullens, this is our personal Chef Michael. He's also a great friend of ours" I explained.
"Can you show us the guess bedrooms already?" Edward asked me.
"Oh yeah, sure no problem" I said. I had a feeling that he just wanted to get away from our chef who kept staring at Bella. I would have to have a few words with Michael later.
We went upstairs where our maid,Nicole, was currently cleaning. I did a brief introduction before we all continued on our way.
I left them to get settled in after that. As I laid on my bed my thoughts constantly drifted to the Cullens. It was so strange how they all seemed so much like their namesakes from Twilight. It was really weird and I had the feeling that I was missing something very huge. I got this strange feeling that something very big was about to happen. Something that would change my life in ways that I would have never even imagined. It really scared me in a way.
The rest of the evening passed by uneventfully. It seemed that we were all going to get along great. For this I was very happy. I was glad that I had a very happy home life and I didn't want that to change. My school life was awful enough without adding any more problems to my life.
Dinner was a bit strange though. It seemed like they were forcing themselves to eat and drink everything. Except for Jacob who seemed to love large portions. It wasn't just the fact that they seemed reluctant to eat anything but also because they staring at me as if they were observing my eating habits. They seemed to experience genuine shock when I not only finished my portions but also asked for extra.
After dinner I excused myself to my room. I wanted to get away from all of the strangeness that seemed to be radiating from the Cullens. I picked up my Twilight novel and began reading again.
I had been reading for awhile when someone knocked gently on my door.
"Come in" I said.
The door opened revealing Bella. Right away her eyes caught sight of the novel in my hands.
"You like Twilight?" it came out more like a question rather than a statement of fact.
I couldn't help the grin that appeared on my face.
"I love it" I said. "It's my favorite book and movie series. I can never get enough of the saga. Just look around my room and you can see just how much of a Twihard I am" I said.
She scanned my room and her gaze definitely lingered on my Twilight stuff the longest. She walked over to my dresser where all my Barbie dolls of the entire Cullen family and werewolf packs were and picked up the one of Bella in her wedding dress.
"That one's my favorite" I said.
"You really do love Twilight don't you?" she asked.
"Yup" I didn't hesitate to say. I caught sight of one of my posters and again noticed the eerie resemblance between that Bella and this one. I kept glancing between the poster and her. She noticed this and seemed to get really nervous for some reason.
"So is there anything I can help you with?" I asked.
"Yes actually your parents were just discussing sleeping arrangements and I was wondering if I can sleep with you in your room" she said.
Wow, I was not expecting that at all. I've never had or been to a sleepover, let alone share a room with someone. The thought of sharing my room with her actually made me smile.
"Yes, that's not a problem at all. You could use my bed and I can sleep on the floor" I said.
Her eyes widened in horror "No, I don't mind sleeping on the floor. You keep the bed" she said.
"I'd be a rude host if I let you sleep on the floor" I said.
"Ness-" she started to say before I stopped her.
"Okay, how about we just share the bed. It's a king sized bed so we'll both be very comfortable" I said.
She contemplated this for a moment before finally agreeing to it.
"Want to watch TV? I've got a lot of shows recorded" I said.
She smiled before saying yes.
We decided to change into our pajamas. I went downstairs to get some snacks for the two of us.
Bella stopped the second she saw me with food. She stared at the food as if the idea of eating again repulsed her greatly.
"I got us some snacks" I said. "Twinkie?" I offered her a package of Twinkies which she kindly refused.
I scrolled down my list of shows which included The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Sleepy Hollow, Hart of Dixie, and a bunch of shows from Disney channel. In the end we decided on Sleepy Hollow first.
Bella kept on asking me a lot of questions about my shows as we watched them. I found it very easy to talk to her and I thought that she and I would be great friends. I got the feeling that her kindness was genuine, unlike the friends that I've had in the past.
I started dozing off and eventually just fell asleep as we were watching the shows.
My alarm woke me up 7 so I could do my daily asthma treatment. The unusual warmth I felt made me very reluctant to get up. The blankets were wrapped around me so tight that I couldn't even move. I nearly screamed when I saw someone else in my bed. Then I remembered that I was rooming with Bella. It must have been her that wrapped me up in this tight cocoon from which I could not escape.
The beeping of my alarm continued to persist. I struggled to get to it and I could only hope that Bella wouldn't wake up and want to kill me for waking her up so early on a Saturday. I had completely forgotten to warn her that I had to get up this early every day to do treatments.
In my struggling I almost fell off the bed only to have a pair of arms catch me.
"Thank you" I said. "I'm sorry about waking you up so early" I added.
"Why are you up so early?" she asked as she scrutinized my face.
"It's time for me to do my breathing treatment" I said.
Her face grew very concerned in a matter of seconds.
"Breathing treatments for what?" she asked.
"I have a really bad asthma problem. I have to do these treatments to minimize the asthma attacks that I get" I said.
I tried my hardest to ignore the look of pure sadness that she gave me when I told her about my asthma.
"Why did you wrap me up in so many blankets?" I couldn't help but ask.
"You started shivering really badly. I wasn't going to let you freeze" she said.
I had to stop the tears that were threatening to flow. We barely knew each other and I could tell that she cared. She was the first person outside of my family to show any degree of genuine care and worry for me.
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