This is for 'Crazy Twilight Lover' (and eveyone that actually reads this!)
Chapter Three: Meet Edward.
I was lying on a cloud.
So soft, so sleepy..gentle, white softness sourrounds me. It covers and protects me. I wonder why I'm even concious whilst lying on this delicious cloud.
That's when the obnoxious call breaks through the barrier of my sheets.
"Wake up!" a voice bellows. I decide to ignore and try and drift back off to my luxurious cloud. "Hmph! MOM!! Edward won't WAKE UP!"
I hear a vague shuffling, and the opening of my closet. Then, I recognise the voice: Alice.
"Get out," I mumbled sleepily "and leave my clothes alone."
I hear a loud bang and what sounds suspiciously like a war cry. Suddenly I can't breathe.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up! Eddie boy!"
Fully awake - and winded - I manage to yell, "GET OFF ME EMMETT"
I hear sniggering from the corner, and look to see Jasper about to wet himself. I hope he does; it would serve him right.
Emmett rolled off me and onto the floor with a loud thud.
"What's wrong?!" Came my mother Esme's worried voice from downstairs.
"Emmett," was Alice's only reply. My big brother Emmett, empahsis on big, was always crashing about the house like a bull in a china shop.
Jasper, still laughing like a hyena, was also my brother, one year older than my seventeen, and two years younger than Emmett's twenty. He had blonde hair and is,
apparantly, 'hot'.
Alice. How can anyone explain Alice? She's more like an experience than a person. She was tiny and bubbly, and always looked at the glass half-full, with a chance of a free re-fill. I considered Alice my sister, and my parents, Carlisle and Esme Cullen, considered her their daughter long before they adopted her officially.
Alice was abandoned at an orphanage in Seattle when she was almost five. We can only assume that her parents left her because she was different. We liked to call her psychic, though she really just had feelings, but if Alice said she thought it was going to rain out, then I'd take an umberella. She didn't always have these feelings,
just occasionally, but they were rarely wrong. Anyway, one day when she and the other children were on a trip to Forks (to look at wildlife and such) Alice took ill. She was rushed to the hospital where Dr. Carlisle Cullen discovered that she had appendicitus and had to have it removed. During her stay and recovery, my father took a shining to Alice, and when he introduced her to Esme, they instantly had a bond.
Soon though, Alice was well enough to go home. My parents talked about it, and decided that after having three boys, that a little girl would be nice, Alice being the perfect little girl. So they adopted her. I was only the same age as Alice, but we all know the story of how Alice managed to enchant my parents. My brothers and I weren't jealous though. Each of us took to Alice. Emmett becoming protective, Alice and I becoming close confidants, and Jasper and Alice... Well, they got close, too.
When Alice was sixteen, Jasper seventeen, they told the family that they were in love (Alice had already told me). My parents thought it was just be a phase, but even though they were young, anyone could see the love in the others eyes when they looked at each other. My parents got used to it, and so did everyone else.
We were the talk of the town for a while, but everyone realised what we did: they were in love, and were going to be together forever, no matter what. They weren't blood-related, so what was the problem? A year later, and they were still going strong. He was the yang to her yin.
"Alice, get out of my closet. You are NOT dressing me." I knew she was about to whine and pout and six A.M was way too early for me to resist Alice's pout, so I did what any person would do when faced with an insane sister who desired to dress them like a doll; I threw my brother to wolves. "Emmett's meeting Rosalie tonight, and I'm sure he needs to look nice for her."
Rosalie was Emmett's girlfriend. They've been together almost as long as Jasper and Alice, and although their love wasn't as intense as Jasper and Alice's, it was filled with passion. The noises coming form my brother's room the nights Rose stayed over alerted the whole house to how passionate their love was. Rosalie, to put it mildly, was gorgeous. Men, and sometimes women, from eight to eighty all envied Emmett for having Rosalie Hale with her long blonde hair, that appeared to be woven from pure sunshine, startling blue eyes and brilliant smile.
She was more than just a pretty face though. She owned - courtesy of her parents - her very own garage in Forks that thrived and frequently got business from Seattle, to those that knew of her incredible skill with vehicles of all kinds.
She was amazing, Rosalie and I were too alike to ever be as close as Alice and I. It took us months, and me realising how much Emmett loved her, to finally start being civil to each other. Soon we bonded and we now got on fairly well, with just the odd argument.
Alice was beautiful too, as dark as Rosalie was light. Where Rose had pale skin, Alice a tanned, golden-brown body - depite the lack of Forks sun. Alice had inky black hair, darker than the night sky, and Rosalie's a bright gold.
Alice pounced on the date that Emmett had conveniently forgotten to mention and dragged him out of my room to scour his wardrobe for something 'casual, yet smart' so he wouldn't 'embarrass the family or Rosalie'. With that hassle out of the way, I shot a meaningful look at Jasper. When he still didn't move I informed him, "I'm going to get changed, so get out."
He left, but on his way out he said, "Alice said to put on the blue shirt, and black pants with the same shoes you wore yesterday, because, and I quote, 'you will look so cute!'" He quoted Alice in her high, melodious voice and left smirking at me, knowing once again that his girlfriend had won. Again.
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I had been fed to bursting point by my mother, dressed by Alice, teased be Emmett, laughed at by Jasper and hugged by my father. A normal day so far.
As I was on my way out with Jasper and Alice (I drove and they sat in the back seat looking into each others eyes), when a thought occurred to me.
"Is Rose staying tonight Emmett?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I was just wondering if she'd take a look a my car and see if she can make it go any faster."
Emmett rolled his eyes, and told me to 'be on my way'. Rosalie had already looked at my silver Volvo a number of times, and every other time she did it went a little faster. It was my main pleasure in life, to drive as fast as I could and was only surpassed by my love of the piano. I liked to create new melodies, expressing joy, pain,
happiness and other amazing emotions.
Alice was the artist of my family, forever jotting down clothes designs, and Jasper was the writer, painting complex and splendorous stories with his words. Emmett, perhaps surprisingly, was the poet of the family, after charming Rosalie with letters and and love odes before she would grant him a date. It was funny to watch my eldest brother fall in love and write soppy love poems to a girl. We knew after the poems it was serious, because he would never do that with anyone else.
Alice and Jasper were already in the car, getting in some extra time staring at each other before school (our next destination) when I saw her.
The angel.
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A/N Okay, so here's the latest chapter, what do you think? The story will take off soon, and they'll meet properly next chapter...or the chapter after.
So stay tuned, and thank you for reading. Thanks to Marie, for taking the mistakes out of this chapter (or decipherring it) and generally making it readable.