After almost 200 years, Bella and the Cullen family are back in Forks for the first time. Lexie has just left Phoenix, and moved to Forks to live with her father.She’s just a normal girl that hates the rain, and she sets her eyes that something that might make Forks a tolerable place to live. She wants it, and she'll have it. Consequences be damned.
Multiple POV - Mainly Bella and Lexie Go easy. I'm still brushing the dust from my writing skills. But I'm always up for some constructive criticism. I wanted to try something new. R&R and let me know if it works?
The [T] rating is just a saftey net for later chapters..
7. Chapter 7
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As I watched Alice speed away, all I could think was: What the hell?
After the frenzy of Saturday morning, the rest of the weekend passed smoothly. After returning from the baseball field Jasper and I had decided to help Esme re-landscape the garden, and Emmet was well occupied with his Xbox. Alice and Rosalie had phoned to say they would be staying in Seattle till late Sunday afternoon. Something about 3 or 4 massive sales that they just had to check out. Alice pleaded with me to join them. It wouldn’t take me long to drive there. Over the course of my new life, I had to admit I’d picked up quite a taste for speed.
I politely declined though. I would never really understand the obsession with clothing. Or shoes. Or accessories. Besides, Alice stocked my closet well enough without my assistance, and I think she secretly enjoyed using me as her own personal Bella-Barbie.
It didn’t take long to get the garden looking exactly the way Esme wanted it, and as we walked back into the house, Emmet ran straight to Jasper, dragging him into the lounge. “Xbox tournament, bro. You have to check out this new game…”. Jaspers eyes pleaded with me, desperation clear on his face, but I just giggled at him, and gave him an innocent little wave. He growled playfully, and I knew I would pay for this sooner or later.
But I wanted to see where Edward was. I ran to our little cottage, and paused just inside the front door. He was once again sitting at the piano. The beautiful music saturated the air, and I smiled. I stood in the doorway and just listened.
Edward and I were nestled together on the couch when Alice came dancing through the door on Sunday evening.
“Bella, you have to see some of the dresses I bought for you!”
“Oh, fantastic.” I said. I was pretty sure I didn’t sound as enthusiastic as I’d meant to, and I think that somewhere along the line, my face got confused, my smile coming out looking more like a grimace. If she’d bought me anything like the barely-there dress she was currently wearing… I didn’t even bother arguing with Alice over clothing anymore, but I liked my clothing to actually cover me.
“But that’s not why I’m here,” she said, not seeming to notice my less-than-eager response. “I need your help.” She sat down on the couch opposite me. Edward chuckled slightly. He obviously already knew what Alice needed my help with. “Never having been a teenage girl,” he said, “I think I’m going to excuse myself from this conversation. I’m going up to the main house. I’ll see you ladies when you’re done.” He kissed my brow lightly, and strolled casually to the door.
I looked at Alice, curiosity clearly written in my eyes. “What about teenage girls?” I asked.
“Well…” she said, “Tomorrow, I somehow need to tell Lexie that we can’t be friends anymore. Without raising suspicion. Without hurting her feelings. I need you to help me figure out what I’m going to say to her.” She grinned. “You’re the youngest of us, and you remember what it was like to be a teenage girl. So you know best how she’ll react to things.”
“Oh. I was worried for a second that you were actually going to ask me something difficult.” I said sarcastically. “Uhm.” I was stumped. How was I supposed to know what Alice should say? “Give me a moment.” I said.
“I thought that maybe I could tell her that I’m concentrating really hard on my schoolwork right now, so I won’t have time to see her?”
“Wouldn’t work.” I shook my head. “She wouldn’t believe it, number one; everyone knows that all of us are acing all our classes. Number two, that only explains why you don’t want to see her outside of school. Unless you still want to sit with her during lunch?”
She shook her head. “No. Ok, next idea.”
“What about; Lexie, I don’t like your pants. We can’t be friends anymore.” I had to move very quickly to dodge the pillow that was thrown at me. Alice was laughing. “I don’t like your pants!?” she asked. “Who even says that?”
It took us about an hour and a half to finally settle on an idea we both thought would work. The process was severely delayed by the fact that neither of us could remain serious for very long, and some of our ideas where getting more ridiculous by the second. We spent more time laughing than we did thinking.
There were too many factors at play to make this easy. Alice wanted to be very careful around this girl, and, though I didn’t really understand it, I felt compelled to agree. The girl was odd, and not in a good way.
We had to figure out how to make our story as believable as possible, whilst avoiding all suspicion, cutting off almost all contact between Lexie and the rest of our family, and not hurting her feelings in the process. Simple.
“So, you think it’ll work?” Alice said finally. I nodded. “I just hope Rose agrees to play along.”
“Oh please, Rose is such a drama-queen. She’ll love it.” We both giggled.
Alice pulled out her phone, and quickly punched in Rosalies number. “Rose, could you come down to the cottage?”
Less than a minute later, she was at the door, trying to look irritated, but it was easy to see how curious she was. “Edward said you two were plotting something…” she said, her eyes bright.
Alice and I glanced at each other, wondering how best to broach the subject. Quickly, Alice launched into an explanation.
Much to my amazement, Alice had been right, and Rosalie actually agreed to our little plan. I was shocked, though I guess I shouldn’t have been. Rosalie loved to be the centre of attention. This would be the highlight of her school year. Now we just had to see if Lexie would buy it.
If I had to be honest with myself, I didn’t think she would. It was a really lame plan. But, it was the only thing we could come up with that would fulfill all the criteria.
We ran together to the main house. Everyone was already in the lounge. Edward must have told them we were coming. I would never get over how much I loved him. Quickly, I pushed my mental shield away, and sent a quick I love you [with a few more graphic images of how I wanted to express that love] in his direction. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and he smirked.
We made quick work of explaining the plan to everyone. Everyone laughed when we explained why Rosalie was perfect for the main role. She scowled playfully at us.
By Monday morning, when we pulled into the school parking lot, the act was already in full-swing, and Rosalie was milking it for all it was worth.
She was clinging to Emmet dramatically, looking for all the world as though she was attempting not to sob her dead little heart out.
The whole family huddled around her protectively as we made our way out of the parking lot.
People were whispering and staring. Good.
Rosalie clung tighter to Emmet, and pulled in loud shaky breaths, as though she were trying to calm herself down.
I was resisting the urge to roll my eyes. She really was a drama queen.
Then I looked in Jaspers direction. He was looking very smug. Rosalie turned baleful eyes on him, still clutching at Emmet.
So, maybe the theatrics weren’t her terrific acting skills.
We all went our separate ways once we got nearer to the school buildings, but not before making a big show of hugging Rosalie, and “whispering” encouragingly to her.
Everyone was still staring, and as I pulled away from Rose, I saw Lexie walk past. She looked very curious. She cast a questioning look in Alice’s direction, but Alice just shook her head and mouthed ‘later’.
The day had barely started, and already I was anxiously waiting for lunch, waiting to hear if our plan had worked.
My classes seemed to both drag on, and blur together.
Finally, lunch arrived, and we were sitting at our usual table, waiting for Alice to arrive. Rosalie had her head on Emmets shoulder, face turned inwards, and he was holding her tightly.
When Alice finally walked into the cafeteria, I was glad to see that Lexie wasn’t with her, and Alice was smiling. This was a good sign.
“How did it go?” I whispered to Alice. She grinned at me. “Perfectly. Lexie was so understanding. She took it far better than I thought she would.”
I hadn’t thought it would be a problem. Lexie would have to be a special breed of nasty to argue with the reasoning we had given her.
I was seething as I walked into the cafeteria. Alice had gone on ahead, though we wouldn’t be sitting together today. Or any other day, apparently.
First, she ditches me on Saturday, and now apparently, she doesn’t really have time to see me. As if.
Looking over at the Cullens table, I could see that Rosalie had her head on Emmets shoulder. Maybe Alice had been telling the truth. The beautiful blonde looked absolutely distraught.
Everyone was talking about the strange depression the elder Cullen sister seemed to be in. Apparently, she’d had to leave class because she couldn’t stop crying.
I found that difficult to believe though. She had always looked so haughty, and aloof, and so utterly unfazed by everything.
Though, watching her clutch at her ‘brother’, I found it even more difficult to believe that anyone could be that good of an actress.
I’d been really sweet about the whole thing, not wanting to seem like a total bitch. Alice was going to be my sister-in-law one day, so I didn’t want to come into conflict with her.
I walked over to Kyle and Jen. I hadn’t really talked to either of them since I’d started spending time with Alice, so I hoped they wouldn’t give me too much flack about suddenly rejoining them.
They didn’t. They were all smiles; glad that I’d finally decided to grace them with my presence, apparently.
“Why aren’t you sitting with Alice today?” Jen asked. I figured that the truth was the way to go here. “Apparently they’re having a bit of a family crisis,” I said, nodding my head towards Alices’ table.
Jen nodded and that was the end of it. They started babbling, including me in their conversations as though I’d never been away. I talked with them, and laughed in all the appropriate places, but my mind was racing.
Alice had been my only link to Edward. I hadn’t even gotten anything useful out of her in the scant weeks we’d been ‘friends’. She’d been close-mouthed about her entire family.
So, that plan had been a bust.
I looked over at the Cullens again. They were still huddled around Rosalie, seemingly silent.
Though, I looked closer, and their lips seemed to be moving, very imperceptibly and very fast. Strange.
As I walked to my next class [Trig. Kill me now], my mind was still doing 300mph.
I needed a new angle; some new way to get close to my bronze-haired pin-up boy. Trig passed in a blur. I barely paid any attention in any of my classes. I was too busy thinking, and occasionally day-dreaming. I was angry, though, that it was taking me this long to get what I wanted.
And given the recent development with Alice, it was now bound to take even longer. I had to resist the urge to howl in frustration.
When the final bell rang, I trudged slowly to the parking lot. I wasn’t in any rush to get there anymore. Alice wouldn’t be waiting for me. So, I trudged. When I got there, the Cullens’ cars were nowhere in sight. They must have already left. I don’t know why I’d been expecting anything different.
I still couldn’t come up with any sort of plan. I was stumped, and for the first time since setting my sights on Edward, I considered the possibility that things wouldn’t work out the way I wanted them to. But I didn’t entertain that thought for long.
Maybe I’d just been going about this the wrong way.
When I got home, I threw my school-bag down on the counter in the kitchen, and I noticed a package sitting on the table. Dad must have put it there before he left for work.
It was addressed to me. I turned it over. From my mother.
I ripped it open excitedly. And then groaned. The Swan Family Album. What a jip. My mother was very into the whole ‘family history’ thing.
There was a letter, too.
Hey Honey-Child, it read, and I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous nickname.
I thought you might want this. Maybe being in your families’ home town will actually get you interested in your family history!
I miss you, sweetheart. Me and Andrew will come down for a visit soon
Or, you know, you could come back home? Lord knows I don’t fancy going back to Forks.
Whatever. It was something to look at when the boredom became totally overwhelming, which in a dinky, one-Starbucks town like Forks, especially without any decent distractions (like Edward…), unfortunately happened quite frequently. Right now I had more important things to focus on. And I had homework to do.
First, though, I needed to figure out what I was going to do about this situation with Edward. I needed to make him talk to me.
He wasn’t interested in my looks, I couldn’t get to him through his family and I knew practically nothing about the boy.
We had nothing to talk about, and all my attempts to start up a conversation were rebuffed. I was beyond frustrated.
I needed to get his attention somehow.
I stewed for the rest of the day. I flat-out ignored my father, and barely paid attention to the homework. My mind was too preoccupied.
Much later, when I was ready for bed, but nowhere near tired enough to sleep, I decided I might as well take a look through the family album.
It was a huge scrap-book, filled with old newspaper clippings, photos, wedding invitations. All sorts of odd pieces of Swan family memorabilia, dating back to the mid-1950s.
Pretty boring stuff, if you asked me.
A newspaper article about some protest that one of the Swan males was involved in. Obituaries. Wedding invitations. Something about a guy named Charlie being made police chief. More obituaries. Another pointless article or nine. Blah blah blah.
Who the hell cared about this stuff anyway?
I was flicking through the pages with no particular interest, when something caught my eye. An old photograph from a newspaper, dating back almost 200 years. A very interesting old photograph. Suddenly my mind went into overdrive.