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Here I am; driving to the Cullens' house on these dangerous icy roads -for them- with barely any sun shining to guide me through except for my headlights. Obviously, I had said yes. I mean, who could really say no to Emmett? He pouted and worked it till I caved. In reality, I was going to say yes anyways.

The only noise that could be heard throughout the whole ride were the engine as I accelerated or screech of the tires when I slowed down. The iced blacktops caused the ride to be rickety, thanks to also dad's over-safety with snow tires latched on the axle of the car. Where it would have small spikes to get a good grip on to the road, so I won't be sliding and slipping all over the place.

The last thing he -or I, for that matter- needed was mom calling and nagging about the fact that her daughter (me) ended in the hospital when all this could have been avoided. Well, in my defense would be that I had never drove on roads like these. Texas, oh sunny Texas, never threw this at me but Alaska wouldn't be notorious if it weren't for the snow.

I pulled my car to a stop before the driveway and made sure that I had the right address. It was right. The house, excuse me, mansion would be the correct term dazzled me. I made sure that my parking was far enough away from their expensive cars.

Getting out and making sure that I had got everything that I needed. Quietly and quickly, I jogged to the front door and stopped blowing into my hands, that were starting to ice even though I was out in the cold for a few moments, from the heated car.

The door opened to reveal a woman, with features that matched Emmett, is he sure that they weren't related? Whatever, who am I to question them? Her face, motherly and gentle to the point you could feel the compassion reeking from her. It was nice, I had to admit.

"Hello, Jolene. I'm Esme Cullen, please come on in." She gestured towards the warm, warmer than outside that is for sure. The inside equally and outdone the whole outside, truly it definitely be a house that I would be willing to pay big bucks for, not that I had it anyways.

"Hi. I'm sorry. It's just that I'm absolutely amazed with your home, it's captivating for sure." I let out breathlessly with small flustered cheeks because I must have looked like an idiot staring agape at the house.

"Thank you. I heard from Emmett that you're going to college to be an architectural designer. If you need any advice please, don't hesitate to ask, I would love to give you some pointers."

"Of course, I would definitely remember that."

"Jolene!" A booming voice came right behind me, before I could work my karate move; I'm on a bony and uncomfortable shoulder of Emmett. Two times in one day, it's completely unacceptable. How I didn't manage to hear him coming down the stairs, was beyond me.

"Put me down, you big oaf!" I yelled at him.

This time settled on elbowing him and not using my hands (which were a bit bruised) but it still hurt and he didn't budge at all. That = unnatural because many guys that I knew would fall or throw me off when I used my 'defensive' technique -the guys back home would call it that since they would submit easily if anyone were to kidnap me.

It was embarrassing as he moved to stand in front of the family, I assumed. My jean cladded butt faced them and my face dug into his back in defeat, I'm sure that my face was red from embarrassment, anger, and the blood rushing to my head, lethal combination for me.

"That wasn't too nice," he pouted, boohoo.

Cry me a frickin' river.

His strong arms slid me to the floor and made me staying there to face him. I huffed at him which his smirk widened, - oh how I would love to smack that off - and heard laughter. Oh great, my first time meeting the family, and they're already laughing at me. Goodie.

Emmett grinned. "Plus, I want to introduce you to my family, well the rest of them anyways." With that, he turned me around to come face to face with a family of....angels?

Wow. That's all I could come up with.

These people were even more beautiful than I had originally thought. Of course, Emmett's...beautiful but that's just plain weird calling a man that. The women would put any model or the rest of the female species to shame, including me. Suddenly, I didn't feel that I dressed appropriately but I couldn't do anything about it now.

Unconsciously I wrapped my arms around my middle even though the snow coat had blocked anything from showing. The white cami had clung to my body while the light blue long sleeved sweater provided a small amount of heat, and stonewashed jeans fit perfectly to my long legs. The shoes were ballet flats inside the snowshoes -I had learned quickly that snow melted through shoes which seeped into my socks, never a good combinations. Could catch pneumonia, ya know?

If any of my friends, saw this of me being self conscious. They would be like, what happened to the outgoing, talkative, and opinionated Jolene? These people left me speechless - literally- and intimidated although, I didn't want to show it but more than likely it was etched on my face.

"That's Edward and his...girlfriend, Bella and her sister, Renesmee." he pointed, well gestured to the three figures, Edward had copper bronze hair and a crooked smile plastered on his face although his eyes seemed to narrow on me.

Okay...moving on.

Bella seemed a bit awkward although her beauty radiated far more from her actions. The younger girl, at least 17, had to be Edward's sister rather than Bella's but it tied since she had features of both of them but not as pale. That seemed to have got Edward's attention, and his eyes widened just a smidge but I paid too much attention for his reaction.

"Rosalie, my girlfriend."

The smirk in his voice was evident. All eyes shot to us curiously. To say that she was a goddess, really didn't do her justice. Her long honey-blonde hair flitted to her waist, she stood at my height but with those killer heels, she was taller than me. The body of a model, she surpassed that description. The scowl on her face however didn't take the beauty away.

Wow, I just met her and she already hates me.

Jolene, you sure know how to pick your enemies.

Beautiful and lethal, yep, I sure do.

"I can see what you mean." I grinned a bit, remembering the things that he told me of his girl, Rosalie but it wasn't that hard to believe, I mean a guy like him most definitely would have a woman like this goddess but something about her didn't attract me.

Weird, normally I'm attracted to any girl that were gorgeous and beautiful and she was definitely it but probably because her boyfriend and my new friend could probably kill me for thinking that way and she seemed high maintenance, oh well.

Everyone has their own taste and type.

"I know, right?" He broke me out of my thinking stupor with a wink down at me.

"Would you care to share with the rest of us?" Rosalie asked, folding her thin arms over her perfect chest, okay this was ridiculous. How did these people look like angels? I mean, seriously? I've seen about a billion people around the world and none, and I mean none of them looked like this family.

That reminds me...I actually did meet a family full of beautiful angels back in Italy, freakiest eyes that I've ever seen. The picture of them, complete burgundy that didn't lure us in. in-fact, we literally walked away and made sure never to go by that place again, if I only could remember exactly where.

A snarl from the direction ahead had ripped me back in reality; I noticed that Edward held Bella tightly almost possessively. What did I miss? No one apparently said anything; small murmurs could be heard I probably would have missed them if it weren't so quiet, were they...talking to each other? No, that's impossible. Their lips aren't moving but mine were.

"I'm sure he will, later tonight."

When he wants to lay you, I thought as if it were obvious.

A small musically chuckle had emitted from someone but what the hell? It was like they could hear my thoughts and seemed to react to everything that I started thinking, okay. I'm officially declaring myself insane because no one can read minds, right?

Focus, Jolene. This is getting old now, pay attention to what these people are saying.

"I knew that I loved you for some reason, kiddo." Emmett boomed which he nudged his hard cold finger into my side and with that small gesture, I stumbled over a foot away from him. He's strong; I don't think that anyone in the state of Texas could do that.

If I were paying more attention to my surrounding, then I would have noticed the glares.

"Hey mister, do we have to reenact everything from earlier?" I scolded him playfully as if he were not a tall guy who could squash me, instead as if I were scolding a small kid who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar before dinner.

He chuckled at my attempt. "Anyways, this is Jasper, Rosalie's brother and his girlfriend, Corrie."

I don't think surprises ever stopped here.

I mean, Jasper had honey blonde hair, and definitely related to Rosalie, who didn't seem to be thrilled at Corrie's presence. Honestly, she and I seemed like misfits here, not that she wasn't gorgeous., but in her own way, really. With her long luscious black hair and tanned skin, and could be related to the man standing on the opposite side of her.

"Alice, and Jacob, he's a family friend and Renesmee's boyfriend."

My eyes immediately – and appreciatively – trained to the pixie, short spiky black hair, her height was dramatic compared to mine. Her small lithe and dancer body looked graceful just standing there. The guy, who could be compared to Corrie, stood taller than Emmett, which I had to literally crane my neck up to see his face. That's one tall dude. His skin tanned darker than mine in the Texas summer. Black cropped hair and noticed a tribal tattoo on his shoulder. No one could or would want to miss his muscular physique.

"You met Esme and Carlisle, they're the adoptive parents." He nudged me to the direction of the woman who answered the door and my dad's fellow doctor, they waved with gentle smiles. Far wiser beyond their physical ages, but they all did.

Their eyes displayed this -like an open book.

Strange...okay, it was certainly not normal.

"Hi, I'm Jolene. It's nice to meet y'all." I smiled brightly, hoping that would ease their tenseness from the awkwardness that I had ensued. They seemed to relax, knowing that I was no longer rigid and uncomfortable, considerate family. Unlike some people I know.

"Where are you from?" Corrie asked intriguingly as her grip around Jasper's arm tightened.

"Dallas, Texas. Born and raised, why?" I asked as her eyes lit up, as if I told her she won the lottery. She didn't have time to answer when another musical inclined voice spoke, my eyes reacting involuntarily. I hated that, no control. I'm more dominant than submissive.

"I've been waiting for you to come!" Alice, the small pixie, squealed in delight and bounded over to my spot before hugging me.

The small pixie had a strong grip but it irked me that she wouldn't let go, not that I would have minded any other time - she's absolutely gorgeous- but seemed to have...smelled me. That creeped me out, quite a bit but I didn't want to hurt her feelings or anything.

"Err...yeah?" I asked, eying her head before glancing around for anyone to help me.

The whole family seemed to snap back in reality and Edward along with his brothers stepped forward to unlatch her from me. Why did they all need to do this? I mean her small body could be handled by one of them, right? Obviously they-

Shit, her grip on my waist tightened considerably, causing it get harder to breath. Her strength could snap my body in half or it felt like it, if she didn't stop hugging me. Edward's golden eyes blazed as he wrenched Alice away from me, in an almost vicious manner. Bella and Corrie were smiling but in their eyes were concern and sorrow.

Okay, what the hell?

Something is fishy around here but I wasn't about to push it out of anyone. That would be just plain rude and unladylike, oh my god. I'm turning into my mother, my worst nightmare. This can't be happening; I vowed that I would never do this.

Jolene, you're better than that piece of biblical crap.

Yeah, I am better than that.

I kept rewinding, their eyes are gold, right?

Why were hers' suddenly black?

Didn't I read that somewhere?

This was becoming all to eerily familiar.