First Chapter: Here I Come

Rosalie POV

'I like driving this way…no one's around, the road is all mine', I thought as I looked at my reflection on the left mirror of the car, 'and I'm so beautiful. I guess I could fall in love with myself if I were a guy…'

I gently pressed the accelerator, enjoying the breeze blowing in my face and the softness of the car sliding on the road.

"Rose, slow down. We are about to enter the Olympic Peninsula."

"Gosh Jasper. You know I can handle the car even in rainy conditions."

"I know that but you're driving a RED BMW. Convertible all pimped with the latest technologies, btw. Don't you thing that's enough?"

I didn't answer but I slowed down a little. My twin brother was right; we didn't want more attention on us than needed. 'At least here '

We had left behind us our glamorous life in Miami to live in Forks. It was the way for our parents to punish us for ditching classes and partying all night long. Well, we used to arrive home like really late and drunk. Not that our parents actually cared about it. They were just worried about their social image and what our neighbours would think of that. I eventually came up with an excuse to keep doing all those things: they didn't give us the love we needed, so we filled that gap with parties, clothes and stuff like that. At least I did.

So…Forks, right? What could I say? I'd heard it rained a lot there and that was this small town where everybody sticks their stinking noses in everybody's stinking life. GREAT! Me and my brother were doomed to live in a town of dorks. And I could bet everyone already knew about us and our story.

I looked around, and all I saw were these huge melted trees and wet and slick highway. This place was so depressing…and yes, Forks is the rainiest town EVER in the US. OMG.

One hour later of melancholic state of mind and we were seeing the stupid "The City of Forks Welcomes You" sign.

"Finally, we arrived"

"Finally? I wish we never got here in the first place!"I mumbled.

Well, you are probably thinking why we didn't escape since it was a pretty long distance from the Olympia airport. You are right, I could have done it. We were by ourselves, we had a car, credit cards…but I must have forgotten to mention how our dear parents (mother, to be precise) had their employees and contacts all over the place to monitor us all day long. Mum and Dad didn't want to know what we were doing. They just wanted to be sure we didn't screw everything up and go somewhere where our name could be recognized by some family friends.

'My parents suck. My like is starting to suck'.

"Rose, the GPS says that you need to turn on your right."

"What..? Sorry, wasn't paying attention…" I murmured.

"I noticed that."

I drove for a few more minutes until we got to the house our parents bought for us to live. It was neat and nice but it was small when compared to where we used to live. It didn't even have a pool!

I parked the car in the garage., noticing Jasper's car was already there. I helped my brother taking our stuff out of the luggage rack. I had brought few things: just three suitcases of clothing and two for shoes. I really needed to go shopping.

Maybe one of the greatest things in my life was that my brother and I had always been like really good friends. We wouldn't go to a party without each other. We supported each other's backs.

"Hey sis, can you open the door please?" And he was always a gentleman.

The house wasn't bad at all. We had three flat screens (one in my room, other is Jasper's and the third one in the living room.), two laptop's, two stereos and other nice partying stuff.

There was also a giant basement (which I was thinking of turning into a party lounge), two bedrooms (the two together had almost the size of my closet in Miami) with bathrooms in it, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen and a pleasant backyard.

I felt like laughing my ass off. Mr. and Mrs. Hale didn't know how to punish someone. They had even hired a gardener, two maids and a cook. Darn, my life could suck a little but I was definitely lucky.

"Oh Jazz, we're gonna shake this crappy town up."

"Yes we will…Well," Jasper yawned "I don't' know what about you, but I'm going to have a shower and sleep. We start in a new place; we can't just show up like we had a car accident or what." He chuckled.

I went upstairs and got into my room. It was very much like my taste and it was similar to my bedroom back in Miami but like a miniature version. The walls were painted in a violet colour to match my eyes. Everything had a smooth colouring, just the way I liked (except cars: I like them ostentatious and glamorous, painted with eye-catching colours.)

I thought of unpacking but I was too tired so I went straight to the bathroom. There was a giant mirror on the wall. Ah, I loved our home decorator. I loved that woman. Maria Perez had always decorated our house (yes, my mum RE - decorates our house once a year) and she knows how we like our stuff. I bet she knows my tastes way better than my OWN parents do.

I looked at me in the mirror. I already knew I was beautiful. Everyone keeps telling me how successful I would be as a model since I'm gorgeous and I'm tall enough and...I was sooo lucky. My hair had this lovely blonde colour (golden! Most of my girl friends were always trying to imitate my hair colour), my eyes had a deep blue colour, almost violet. 'I must insult people when they are around me. '

"I like my haircut. It makes me even more dazzling." I said to myself as I got undressed and got into the shower "and I sure am hot."

My cell phone started vibrating on the bedside table and one of my favourite songs started playing. Who the hell was trying to call me while I was sleeping?

I twinkled my lazy eyes, forcing myself to move into a sitting position, trying to focus, listening to the music my mobile was screaming:

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare. 'Right now, you're a nightmare stupid cell phone!'

I checked the picture of the caller, to see if it was worth answering. OMG!

"Hey girl!" I almost screamed.

"Rose! I miss you sooo much. You have no idea, everyone needs you."

"I've only been away for two days, Rachel."

"I know...but there's something you might find interesting. Josh asked me your number."

"Did you give it to him? " my heart was pumping. One of the nicest and hottest guys ever wanted my number.

"Of course." She answered in a committed tone. "But there's something I want to know...why?"

"Long story...remember Chris party three days ago?"

"You two make out, didn't you?"

Jasper knocked on my door, and I realized it was getting too late.

"Rachel love, I really need to go. It's getting late. I'll text you later."

I got up and went straight to the bathroom to comb my hair and wash my face before I went downstairs following the sweet smell of pancakes in the air.

'Strange...I didn't know Jasper cooked...Duh, he doesn't. We have a cook.' I thought.

I opened the door, feeling sleepy and yet excited. You don't wake up every day with a call from one of your BFF's telling Josh is interested on you. 'I thought it had been just a party...I didn't think it meant something else to him...'

"Good morning!" I startled as I heard this feminine voice with a strong Spanish accent. "I'm your cook, Consuela Sanchez. I hope you like pancakes."

"Yes, totally." I answered still surprised.

I saw Jazz at the table, waiting for me to start eating. He was still in his pyjamas trousers so I felt a little bit more relieved. I wasn't that late.

"How are you feeling?"

"It's like the first day of school...The end of the summer vacations; I guess I'm a little depressed." I moaned. "And I still have no idea what I'm wearing. Everything is still packed..."

"Don't worry honey." Consuela said "One of the maids came here last night and unpacked your things while you were sleeping."

"Aw...it's just me or our parents love to hire Spanish people?"I whispered the last words.

"I guess so."

We ate everything quickly and left the kitchen in a hurry. I went straight to my closet and picked up a pair of black stovepipe jeans, a white top and a black double breasted cardigan. From my shoes collection I chose my dark suede ankle boots.

After getting dressed I went to the bathroom, picked some earrings and put a little bit of foundation and a light eye-shadow.

'Yes, I look nice and presentable, like I always do. Just a little bit of perfume...'