PROLOGUE

"Beaufort."

"Beaufort."

"Beaufort."

My blue eyes, the shade of Nordic winter skies, flicker away from peering out the back passenger door window of the S.U.V.

They land on Renee, my mom, who also shares the same-colored eyes as me, but other than that I don't share anything else remotely physical with her except for having similar hair color.

She has caramel hair that falls down to the end of the nape of her neck, and she's always tanned from sunbathing in the backyard or traveling downtown to one of the numerous tanning salons in Phoenix. She had a time period where all she wore was animal prints, cheetah and zebra being her favorite. She'd have the sunhats that are too big and are more of a statement than an actual use. She's also had custody of me since I was six months old, and she had run away from my birth town (Forks) along with my chief-of-police dad, Charlie Swan.

I have my earbuds nestled in my pointy, odd shaped pale ears but my brownish red hair falls in a disarray upon my head, covering my earbuds.

My mini-MP3 player I had gotten last month for Christmas is navy blue, nothing special, and sits against my denim dark washed jeans. I'm wearing a Mighty Python t-shirt and a random winter coat I had gotten from one of the Salvation Army stores downtown. My worn-out converse high-tops have rainbow-colored laces, a subtle point towards my sexuality. Not much but still there.

Blink 182 is currently blaring from my MP3 player, and I had lost myself in the music only for me to hear my cursed full birth first name. Apparently, some ancestor of mine was named Beaufort on Charlie's side and they decided they wanted to commemorate him by giving me that name. To say the least I hate it with a passion and plan on legally changing my name to just Beau when I turn twenty-one, even if it upsets my parents.

"I told you to call me Beau, Mom. Not Beaufort."

Renee snorts, rolling her blue eyes as she taps her fingers against the leather steering wheel. She is dressed perfectly for traveling. One of her favorite muscle shirts, denim shorts, and flip flops that she had ordered online because they weren't in stock at the store. Her wedding ring glistens from the sunlight coming through the car window.

"Don't be so dramatic, Beau. I named you Beaufort for a reason. You should embrace it, your ancestor was a great man," Renee remarks, which in return makes me know she won't change her mind on calling me Beaufort whenever she tries to get my attention.

I stay quiet the rest of the time, both thankful but also annoyed. I'm more aggravated that Phil just has to be a minor league player, he's a decent stepdad. He's awkward though, he's never had friends or family members that are gay. He tries to ignore my sexuality, but it's a good thing that I don't care what his opinion is. I've learned to have a deeper skin than when I was in middle school.

Arriving at the airport, I get out of the van before grabbing my blue duffle bag.

Renee trails after me as we enter the airport.

I've been to Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport when it came to traveling up to Forks, where Charlie lives, and I was born. I would stay there for a month during the summer until I was in eighth grade before putting my foot down. I've been to California for two weeks every summer since then, spending time with Charlie there.

There are a lot of people that are in the airport, and I barely pay attention to everyone.

Some people are rushing and almost jolting against others. I'm not one of them even though some people almost hit me with their suitcases and their duffle bags. I turn to look at Renee and hug her once we reach the security point for me to go through, she hugs me back harder than I expected, and I almost grunt from the intensity of her hug.

"I'll see you this summer, Mom. I'll tell Dad you said hi."

Renee sniffles and nods her head before I head off to Forks.

I dread having to go there but I need to be the good son that she deserves. Besides, Charlie deserves a chance to have me stay for a while.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: I thought it would be interesting on making Jane into a boy, named Jessiah and he's 18 in this fanfiction along with Alec (Alexandra). I had wanted to make Beau's story a gay story, and I hope that you will enjoy the adventure Jessiah and Beau will have together. It's supposed to be emotional and heartwarming. I plan on updating this along with my Alec and Demetri stories at the same time.

anyway, Twilight doesn't belong to me.

-it'semmynotemma