AN: 'Into the Ocean – Blue October AN: 'Into the Ocean – Blue October.' I wasn't a fan originally with their song "Hate Me" but this song got me. And their song 18th Floor Balcony? Love.

Emily's on summer break (technically)! I am so happy exams are over, though I'd like to not talk about the math exam… oh god. But I'm done and that's all that matters.

Happy Belated Birthday, Edward!

EPOV

"You've got to be joking," I muttered as I stepped out of the Port Angeles airport. This town was the polar opposite of what I was used to in Phoenix. It wasn't because this place was disturbingly small compared to Phoenix or the fact that no matter how carefully I scoured I was not able to find one vehicle in the airport parking lot that was made before 1990.

It was the rain.

How could there be so much rain? Being from Phoenix, Arizona, a state where it only rains a handful of days a year, I was completely baffled at the first sight my eyes beheld of Port Angeles. I couldn't help but pick up the unspoken sarcastic messages, 'Welcome to Your Own Personal Hell' and 'Get Used to It.' This was just perfect. The perfect atmosphere to match my mood. With this conclusion I took to giving a better effort to accepting my new town. The weather and I seemed to have an understanding and so I embraced this dreary town much to my parents' confusion. I had, of course, been previously sulking the entire plan ride to Washington so my abrupt change in character was questionable if not worrisome.

This town only worsened my mood but the masochist in me didn't care in the slightest, though the sane part of me just wanted to scream out, "Pull yourself together, man!" But I was beginning to like the prospect of living in a small town. Perhaps there would be fewer people to judge but I could be getting ahead of myself with that one.

The drive to our new home took just under an hour, though I knew I could shorten that time greatly once my Volvo arrived and I was behind the wheel. We pulled onto a winding drive surrounded by overly green trees—that seemed to be the trend in Forks. We shortly after pulled up to a house that was much larger than the one we owned in Arizona. My jaw fell in astonishment as I looked at the grand Victorian style house in front of us. I knew already that Esme was just itching to redecorate it inside and out.

"What do you think, Edward?" Esme asked eagerly, turning around in her seat to see my reaction. Of course my reaction was nothing but confusion and wonder; probably the most emotion I had shown in the past two months.

"Don't you think it's a bit…large?" I asked, bewildered. "I mean, we can't possibly be in need of this many rooms." We did not need this big of a house for three people.

"Well no but it's just so much more roomy and spatial. Never mind the fact that it's simply a beautiful house," Esme ended with a beaming face.

A bit my tongue from saying anything. And I had thought our home in Phoenix was big.

As we waited for the moving trucks carrying all of our possessions to arrive Esme visited every room in the house mentally planning out how she would design the layout. She was like a little kid in a candy store, for lack of a better simile.

The moving trucks arrived shortly after we did and we got to work with unpacking. This was good. Anything to keep my mind focused off of other thoughts.

I had gotten a room on the third floor (third floor) and it, like the house, was a lot larger than the room I had in Phoenix—I had to stop comparing everything to Phoenix. One wall was entirely made of glass and gave me a spectacular view of the backyard and forest. Esme and Carlisle—or perhaps just Esme—had bought me a grand, black leather couch to be placed in my room. If I didn't know any better I would think they trying to make up for something.

I spent a good part of the rest of my evening organizing my CDs. Luckily the walls in my room were large enough to fit them all. At home I would have one wall filled plus another separate CD tower filled.

I breathed a sigh of relief when my Volvo finally arrived on Sunday. I felt the need to drive it so—again for the need to keep myself busy—I took myself on a tour of Forks. Unfortunately, this didn't last long. It was Forks, after all.

On Sunday night, I was still awake in the early hours of the morning. The rain continued long into the night but I after a while I didn't mind it; it was almost therapeutic. Though the things running through my head were anything but therapeutic.

As I lied in bed I was wondering where Bella was at this very second; in her new town where she had her new friends and, who was I kidding, probably a new boyfriend. At this aggravating thought I gave up on the whole idea of sleeping. It was only a couple of hours until I had to get ready for school anyway. Had I really been lying in bed for that long? I realized I wasn't even tired.

After spending at least twenty minutes in the shower—what else was I supposed to do? —I dressed as slowly as possible, wasting as much time as I could. It was very tedious but it seemed to be working as I set to the task of making an extravagant breakfast—I was up so early my parents weren't even awake yet—though I wasn't that hungry.

"Edward?" Esme shuffled into the kitchen, still clad in her sleeping attire. "What are doing up so early?"

"Couldn't sleep," I muttered. Esme gave me a sympathetic look.

"You'll get used to Forks, dear," she consoled. I had no reply to that. Maybe I would but it still didn't mean I wanted to be in Washington.

Finally I felt that it was a safe enough time to go to school. It was still a bit early but I didn't know how hard it would be to find the school. I'll admit I was more than amused to find that it took me less than ten minutes to pull up to Forks High; if you could call it that. The format of the school was slightly strange but I didn't think much of it. Quite a few things in Forks were strange; for instance, the unusual amount of rain fall and the greenness of practically the entire town. Strange.

There weren't that many vehicles in the parking lot yet so after receiving my schedule—a disturbing task. I had the inkling that the secretary had a crush on me—I sat in my Volvo as I waited for the students with their outdated cars to arrive.

I had little trouble finding my way around the school on my own, however the female population of Forks High thought otherwise. They offered to escort me to every one of my classes or not so subtly offered to escort me to dinner… or some other places that I'm not willing to disclose. I politely but firmly declined every offer. I was definitely not ready for a relationship even if someone here caught my eye. The sad part is that I would probably feel like I'm cheating on Bella.

It was the period before lunch and up until that point I had been lucky enough to not have to endure the task of introducing myself to the class. Until that point.

"Class we have a new student with us today, Edward Cullen, and—Mr. McCarty, are you all right?" Mr. Mason asked as a boy from the back of the class burst out in a fit of coughs.

"Yeah yeah," he muttered, as he looked at me like I had grown another head.

"Mr. Cullen would you mind introducing yourself to the class?" Mr. Mason asked.

"Not at all," I replied politely, though on the inside I was sighing in aggravation. "I'm Edward Cullen and I just moved here from Phoenix, Arizona with my family, umm…"

As I trailed off due to having nothing else really to say, I could have sworn I heard someone whisper, "What's with all the people from Phoenix moving to Forks?"

I slinked off to an empty seat before I was subjected to any more embarrassment.

At lunch I found the cafeteria with the unfortunate help from one of my unwelcomed admirers. I had grown used to the few hormonal, carefree girls in rehab. Plus I had Bella, so—

Stop.

I paid for my food and sat down at an empty table. This was feeling oddly familiar.

"Can we join you?" I was pulled out of my trance when the kid from my last class and a blond girl, who was unsubtly beautiful, approached the table. It was the guy who had spoken—I had just noticed how big he was; he was all muscle—while the girl looked skeptical of something.

"Yeah, sure," I replied.

"Hi, I'm Emmett McCarty," he introduced with a huge grin on his face while the girl introduced herself as Rosalie Hale.

"Edward Cullen," I said for Rosalie who hadn't been in any of classes so far to hear my name. Her eyes grew wide at this and I was immediately confused.

"See?" Emmett muttered to Rosalie. I think I was supposed to not be able to hear it but I don't think Emmett understood the concept of being sneaky.

"What?" I asked bluntly.

"Nothing. So your name is Edward Cullen?" Emmett asked.

I sighed, "Yes."

"And you're from Phoenix… Phoenix, Arizona." Rosalie put her head in her hand as Emmett spoke.

"Yes, what is so hard to under—"

"Have you ever done drugs? — OW!"

"What?!" I exclaimed as Rosalie hit Emmett in the back of the head.

"Ignore him, he's an idiot," Rosalie explained as she glared at Emmett.

"Rose, that hurts," Emmett mumbled with a pout. I chuckled at his performance but I was uneasy with the last question he asked. Why would he ask that?

"Care to tell me what the questions were for?" I inquired while I took a bite of my sandwich, trying to sound casual but failing as even I could hear the unease in my voice.

"I told you; he's an idiot."

The two quickly changed the subject and I followed for the most part when I wasn't contemplating Emmett's reason for his questions. I decided to simply brush it off and think nothing more of it.

Emmett and Rosalie turned out to be a comical duo just on their own with their banter. Though I couldn't miss the odd looks they would give me when they thought I wasn't looking. I figured they knew something I didn't but what would there be for them to know that I didn't? I hadn't even known them for that long.

"So Edward, what brings you to Forks?" Rosalie asked.

"Uh, my dad got a job here at the hospital. It seemed like a better offer than in Phoenix so he took it," I ended with a shrug. I didn't bother saying how my parents figured it was a better start for me or that I was a recovering heroin addict.

The bell signaling the end of lunch rang and I was saved from any further questions. Rosalie and Emmett would definitely keep me on my toes.

I walked outside to my next class and, of course, it was raining. I would need to invest in a raincoat. Or even a coat, for that matter.

I was spared the task of introducing myself in Biology and was given a table all to myself. I didn't prefer lab partners because I found they dragged me down. I had learned what this class was going over already in Phoenix. So I was glad to have no partner.

Though I was told it was only for today.

AN: I didn't originally want them to have the ginormous house they have in Twilight because, come on, there are only three of 'em but I caved. Short chapter, I do feel bad. Some of this was written while I was supposed to be studying for exams, that's why it's lame and that's why I probably failed my math exam.

This chapter bored me and I apologize for the shortness.

Next chapter may or may not be the last chapter. Depends on how short it is. If it's disgustingly short I'll fit everything into one chapter and that'll be it! I hope to have it up in less than a week, possibly a couple of days.