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I moped for the rest of the summer, watching Izzy's movies and TV shows on repeat. I still kept checking out the celebrity news channels, but there was never anything new mentioned about her, It was like she had suddenly just disappeared off of the face of the earth. Not a single person had seen her.

There were rumours flying around about why she suddenly decided to take a break. One channel said she was knocked up by her co-star and she was taking time off to birth and raise her baby. Another said she was checking into rehab to fight an addiction. And a third said she was seriously ill and had gone into hiding to receive treatment.

It was ridiculous. Izzy Marie is like Americas sweetheart. She wouldn't do anything to jeopardize her reputation, and if she were sick then she'd let her fans know. We'd support her through anything.

No, I believe her when she said she wanted to work on her education. Everyone has the right to do that and not have a camera shoved in their faces twenty four seven.

"Edward! Come on. We're meant to be getting school supplies!" Alice shouted up the stairs just moments before our mom admonished her for shouting in the house.

There was a soft knock on my bedroom door.

"It's open." I called back. I didn't keep it locked any more. Even jerking off had lost it's appeal. Okay, that's a lie. I am a horny seventeen year old after all. I just wasn't in the mood to do the salami shuffle more than twice a day. I had run out of new material any way. The pages on the existing magazines I had coveted from Alice were stuck together thanks to a rather hasty clean up after my last marathon wank session, and the latest editions weren't featuring Izzy.

Why don't you use porn? I hear you ask.

Simple answer to that. My mother worked out how to put a parental lock on our internet, so none of us can access anything R rated.

The woman in question slowly pushed open my bedroom door and poker her head in with her eyes tightly closed. One too many times she caught me with my cock in my hand when I was fourteen. What can I say? I was going through puberty and the neighbour liked to hang her lingerie outside to air dry. In the end dad fixed a lock to my door and mom told Mrs Denali to find a better place to hang her barely there scraps of lace.

"I'm decent mom. You can open your eyes." I said, putting my book down on my nightstand.

"Are you coming with us honey? If not, I don't mind picking you out a new back pack. I can get you one with one of those action men on it that you like so much."

"They're superheroes mom." I whined. "And no, it's fine. I'll come." I quickly climbed off my bed and slipped into my beat up Vans.

"And that is how it's done honey." I heard my mom say. I looked up to see her talking to Alice. "Do it that way and they'll do anything you want. No shouting required." My mouth dropped open. My mom was teaching my own twin on how to manipulate me. "You women are evil." I said, brushing past them and jogging down the stairs. I grabbed a snack from the kitchen on my way out to the garage where I waited for my mother and sister to join me.

I sat in the back on the way out and sunk down low in my seat, trying to avoid the gaze of my neighbour.

Mrs Denali had been giving me creepy little finger waves ever since she found out I spanked the monkey to her underwear. She didn't seem to care that I was only fourteen at the time or that she was married with a five year old daughter. No, Tanya was creepy as fuck.

Her husband Demitri was cool though. He rode a motorcycle and played in an eighties cover band on the weekends. Their daughter Irina was adorable. We'd often catch her in our back yard digging for bugs. Mom got so fed up with the child pulling up her flowers that she carved out a little patch of earth that the kid could play in.

"What's going on at Chief Swan's house?" Alice's question made my brain snap into focus.

Mom slowed down the car as we approached. "Morning Charlie." She called out of her window. "Everything okay?"

The officer strode over to the car with pride. "Good morning Esme. Everything is fine, thanks for asking. My little girl and my son have decided to come and spend their last couple of years at school here with me." He motioned to two teens bickering on the front lawn. "OI! You two. Show some manners and come and greet our neighbours."

We weren't really neighbours. Charlie lives at the opposite end of the street from us.

The boy, a great big walking mountain of a man, came over first. "Howdy." He tipped an imaginary hat at us, while Charlie levelled him with a steely glare. "What? What did I do now?"

"Emmett, you're not from Texas. Pack it in."

"What? How am I meant to know how to talk to these people. I mean it is a little Podunk town."

Rude.

Charlie sighed and rubbed his brow.

"We're not in the south, so stop talking like you're a cowboy. Can you see any cattle around here?" A heavenly voice chimed in before the girl jumped on her brothers back and looked at us over his shoulder and sticking her hand in the open window. "I'm Bella, Bella Swan, and this big butt nugget is my little brother Emmett." Her eyes met mine and it felt like my heart stopped beating. Her blue eyes were truly captivating. I might have even drooled a little.

Mom gasped at Bella's choice of words but shook her hand anyway, while Alice and I tried to stifle our laughter.

"Pleasure. Right we best be off. Shopping to get and all that." She waited for Bella to retract her hand from our vehicle before closing the window and driving off.

"Mom, that was rude." Alice said. I didn't hear the rest of the conversation as I was too busy staring out the back window at the Swan siblings as they tussled on their front lawn.

There seemed to be something familiar about the two of them.

Oop and there we have the chiefs kids. A little crass and rough around the edges, but nice none the less.

What could Edward find so familiar about Bella and Emmett?

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