"There are no foolish questions and no man becomes a fool until he has stopped asking questions." - Charles P. Steinmetz
I was asleep, having peaceful Jasper-free dreams, when my cellphone rang at four in the morning. I grunted loudly, opening my sleepy eyes. I searched with my shaky hands for the noisy phone on my nightstand. I grabbed my cellphone, seeing Harper's picture light up on the screen. Shae was jumping, doing a crazy pose in mid-air that belonged on a movie poster. A sound that was like a cat dying escaped from my throat before I answered the phone. My head was fumming.
"Harper, do you have any idea what time it is?" I whispered, my voice weak but infuriated.
"I'm sorry, Cee, but I had to call you!" Harper nearly shrieked. She had such a child-like voice, it fit well with her personality.
"This better be good, is the whole town of Forks on fire?"
"No, no! That would be horrible!" she squealed, sounding frantic. "No, well, actually, I was just talking to Audrey and found out that Jade, Dan, and herself are going down to La Push, to First Beach! It's going to be sunny and kind of warm tomorrow, do you, Alice, and Emmett want to come? It'll be so much fun! I'm making brownies! No nuts!"
Even though I was annoyed, I couldn't help but smile at Harper's eagerness. I knew that I couldn't go.
"I don't really think my dad would want us to go, Harper," I sighed, tossing to my left side, wanting nothing more than just to go back to sleep. I yawned loudly.
"Why? Oh...is it because you have family friends over? Did you all have plans?"
I bit my lip. "Yeah...something like that."
I lied, but I had to. They were all going hunting tomorrow. Alice and Mom were staying home, though, so I could have some company. I didn't think I was allowed to go to La Push because Alice wouldn't be able to see me. Dumb werewolves, ruining my fun. Father wouldn't like that, I knew for sure. He was too overprotective, but he was only that way because he was always worried about my safety. Because I was so breakable in his eyes. Something inside of me told me to go ask, perhaps Father would be reasonable and would allow me to go. Maybe it would be worth a shot. Hopefully he wouldn't get mad at me for just asking a simple question...
"Actually, Harper," I said as I slowly got up from my warm bed. I wrapped the comforter around my body. "I think I'll go ask Fath--Edward, anyway. Just if I can go. They're going camping tomorrow, and you know how much I despise camping."
People didn't know that Edward was my real father. He looked too young to play that part. Instead, Carlisle and Esme pretended to be my parents. Alice was my cousin, Rosalie and Jasper were Carlisle's niece and nephew. Emmett was my older brother, and Mom was Esme's younger sister, my aunt. Lastly, Father was Mom's fiancé.
"Well, isn't that just fab!"
"Give me a few minutes."
"Take your time. Plead and beg if you have to!"
I put my phone down on my nightstand. I walked out of my bedroom, not caring that I looked like a walking bed. My hair wasn't very messy. It was in a low ponytail, but my bangs I knew looked beserk. I walked down to the living room. Mom and Father were sitting next to each other on the couch, chatting and smiling. I noticed that Father had his arm around her.
"Good morning," I said, trying to sound cheery. They both turned around to face me. Mother let a small laugh and Father cocked an eyebrow at my appearance.
"You're up rather early, darling," commented Father, dark purple circles under his eyes. He was thirsty...oh, dear...he was always crabbier when he was thirsty...
"Harper called me," I explained, going over to sit next to Mom. Once I sat down, she gently pulled me into her arms. I laid my head on her stone shoulder. I was glad that I brought my comforter. Mom, like always, was freezing cold.
"Does Harper ever sleep?" asked Mom, her voice sounding sarcastic. She laughed a little. It sounded like a sweet chorus of bells ringing.
"They, as in herself, Jade, Audrey, and Dan, are going to La Push tomorrow. I don't suppose I could go, though..." I trailed off, shutting my eyes, suddenly expecting the worst.
But nothing happened for a few moments. I continued to close my eyes, not wishing to see their faces.
"You can go," Mother whispered into my ear, her cool breath feeling soothing. I snapped my eyes open. I saw that Father looked strangely fine. He wasn't smiling, but he wasn't frowning.
"Seriously?" I asked, blankly. I was expecting no to be their answer.
"Yes, Cecilia," Father answered, in his velvet voice.
I smiled. I had never been to La Push before.