This is my first attempt at an AU. Please, criticize like there's no tomorrow.
Just when I had given up all hope, she strolled into the room. My breath caught in my throat. There was something about her. Who was I kidding? It was everything about her! Her soft brown locks of hair. The pale, glowing tone of her skin. But her eyes, those shimmering pools of topaz, where what sealed Edward Masen's fate.
As soon as thick, ominous clouds overshadowed the sun, I knew we near our destination. Forks, Washington: a murky little city with a population no bigger then a super model's IQ. Looking out the plane window, I examined what I could from the air. Green, green, and yet more green. What a shocker there. Forks' annual rainfall was so high; I'm surprised the stupid town didn't just flood over.
I stifled a yawn, shutting the flap on the window. My mother shifted around in her seat before laying her head on the armrest. Taking the pillow from my chair, I placed it under her head. She'd been through a lot lately. See, my father died almost two years ago. Personally, I thought it served him right. Any elementary schooler could tell you smoking causes cancer. And while I didn't along with him too well, it still hurt to lose him. My mom, Elizabeth Masen, had stayed by his side that whole night, crying her eyes out. I didn't have the slightest idea what I was supposed to do. Comfort her? She had just lost the love of her life and was now a jobless, single parent of a teenager.
For a few months, she couldn't even look at me. Although Edward Masen Sr., my father, and I didn't get along, I resembled him a lot. I was just as tall as him, towering over my mother at 6'2". My auburn hair fell over my face in the same way, but his was slightly shorter and black. We even had some of the same mannerisms, such as pinching the bridge of our nose when we were stressed. But I was luckly I didn't have his eyes. My mother had adored those sapphire blue eyes of his. If my emerald green eyes were his, I knew my mom would never have looked at me ever again.
But my mother was a strong woman. During my freshman and sophomore year, she had taken the initiative to finish her college learning online. I was amazed she could do it while witnessing at a local restaurant. I was more then amazed, I was petrified. What if she couldn't do it? She hadn't been in college for over fifteen years! So I took up an after school job to help support her. Money was tight for a while. And I didn't want her to worry about me while she was still grieving yet trying to move on. My mother is one of the most amazing people I know.
She received her masters in teaching that she had abandoned all those years ago. Now that she had a steady income, we could afford to leave the flat above the Italian shop we had been living in for the past couple of years. Mom applied around for a while, but most teaching positions were filled up this late in the year. But then we got a letter from an elementary school in Forks, WA that was in dire need of a Language Arts teacher. My mom was a fan of all things literature. I knew she wanted this job badly. So I nearly forced her to think of herself for once. Mom was worrying I wouldn't like Forks, and that I would miss Chicago. Honestly, there wasn't much to miss. I had lost contact with most of my good friends at the school. I was too busy taking care of my mom, managing to keep up in school, and working at the piano shop to really stay active with my friends. At first they understood; anyone would grow distant after losing their father. But after a while, they just kept well enough away from me. Such wonderful friends. But I couldn't blame them.
Somehow, being alone felt nice. Not having to pretend I was interested in what happened during so-and-so's date with whatshername, I was able to think more. Believe it our not my grades skyrocketed. I was placed in advanced classes with upperclassmen. Since I was already an outsider to them, they too gave my space. Mom was getting worried when friends stopped coming over. Then I quit the baseball team. In fact, I started to get into fights. I never started them of course, but I be damned if I was going to let some too-cool punks jump me and push me around. But that's Chicago for you.
A voice came over the intercom to announce that was would land in the Settle airport in ten minutes and to fasten up. I gently shook Mom awake. "Mom. Mother, we're almost there. I need you to wake up for a bit. I'll drive to Forks." Her large green eyes slowly opened. I could read it in her face that she was still exhausted. She yawned quietly and turned in her seat to face me. Her copper colored hair fell elegantly down her back. Even after a fitful nap, Mom always managed to look gorgeous. She had married a bit young, only 22. I was what you'd call a 'honeymoon baby'. She ran a hand over her now-wrinkled white tank top. A man from the row beside us was watching her closely as she fixed her dark jeans. I threw him my darkest glare until he turned back to his newspaper. My mother rolled her eyes and kissed my cheek.
I was proud to say my mother had been happily single ever since my father's death. She wasn't one of those women who would jump into a new relationship because she was lonely. Or because she wanted someone who could support her. Nope, that wasn't how our small family worked. No one needed to come between us; especially not some sleazy guy who didn't give a rat's ass about us or our happiness. I liked to think of myself as a one-night-stand shield for my mother. There was no way I'd let someone take advantage of her. I'm all she's got.
The plane slowly dipped down. Within a few minutes, we had landed. The passengers chatted happily as we waited to be released row by row. My mother was really excited about her new job. We both started school the day after tomorrow. This place was so tiny; they only had one high school. Yes, you guessed it: Forks High School. Real catchy name. I'd visited the school already when had started to move our things into the new house. It looked like an old town hall that was reconstructed. My old school had eight times as many students then this one did. And since this town just loves to torture me further, there was no advanced placement program. I'd be stuck with the rest of the junior class going over things I learned in freshman year. Oh joy. Can you sense the sarcasm?
Mom went to the desk to get our rental car while I found out luggage. By the time I made it back to the front desk, my mom was snoring on the counter, the keys in her hands. The airport assistant smirked at me as I tried to shake her awake. Sighing, I lifted two of the bags over my shoulder. With my arms now free, I picked my mother up bridal style, dragging the rolling suitcase behind me. Luckily, the car wasn't too far away. I secured my mom in the passenger seat of the Civic, and then stored the luggage in the trunk. Most of our things were already at the house fortunately.
This car drove very smoothly, purring as I pushed the car faster. I liked to drive fast, but Mom always freaked out when I did. But with her safely in dreamland, I sped at a comfortable 7o miles per hour. We made it into Forks in record time. I assume night had fallen; it was rather hard to tell when you couldn't see the sun or the moon. I pulled up to our new home around 9. It was a two-story house, but a bit small. Two bedrooms, one bath. I just hoped she wouldn't leave anything in said one bathroom that would scar me for life. Finding the keys to the house in her purse, I carried my mother into the house.
Boxes upon boxes pilled up around the walls. I located my room, the second door on the right once you reached the landing upstairs. My boxes were piled everywhere. But I had thought ahead and had left a blanket out for when we came. I spread it our, laying Mom on top of it. She rolled over as I tucked her into the covers. I kissed her forehead and headed downstairs to unpack a bit.
I decided to start in the kitchen so I could make breakfast tomorrow. Most of the pans I needed were in the first two boxes. Next came the smaller appliances. The last three boxes that were marked 'Kitchen' were filled with cups, plates, utensils, and wrapped up china. Now that everything was shoved away in the cabinets, I decided to move on to the bathroom. There were only two boxes of cleaning supplies and numerous hair products. They too were shoved away.
I went back to my room now. Mom was still asleep, so I tried to be as quiet as possible. The only furniture in here was a small dresser and a lamp that were both shoved in a corner. I moved most of the boxes into that area as well. I dug out my CD player and another blanket. I wrapped myself firmly in it, and then hit play on the CD as I leaned against the wall. A classical song was the first track. Claire de Lune, a favorite of mine from Debussy. Music was a passion mine. At the piano shop I worked at, I often played during my break. When my fingers slid confidently across the keys, I could almost feel all my troubles lifting from my soul. But listening worked just as well. I slowly closed my eyes to the magnificent melody, letting my dreams take me away.
I had the most peculiar dream. It was one of those dreams were you just know it's fake, but there's nothing you can do about it but to chant 'it's not real, it's not real' over and over.
I watched from above as a dark haired man walked hand in hand with a beautiful woman. A young boy with a shock of bronze hair sat on his shoulders, hugging the man around his neck. The woman smiled widely as the boy released the man's neck and tugged at her hand. His small watery green eyes matched her radiant ones in delight. The man scooped the young boy off his back and into his arms, swinging his around. The boy pounded his small fists into the man's chest, but laughed happily. He jumped away from his father, hugging his mother tightly around her legs. But when he turned his face to beam at the man, he was gone. In a puff of smoke, the man had disappeared. "Father?" The child called, panicked. "Father!" His wide eyes turned up to his mother. Her eyes were firmly shut, tears streaming down them at full force. "Mother, why are you crying? Where has Father gone off to?" But the woman raced away, sobbing. "He's gone! He's left us for good!" She screamed before she too disappeared.
The boy crumbled into a ball, weeping. But suddenly, a pale hand reached out to him. He buried his head deeper into his body. A beautiful young girl stepped out of the shadows. Her skin nearly glowed, pale as the moon, and flawlessly smooth. Her long light brown hair floated around her, her curved bangs covering her face as she looked down at the boy. Her hands cupped under his chin, making him look up at her. Without a word, the boy bounded up, wrapping his arms around her. He inched his lips up to meet hers, but then darkness shrouded everything.
I grasped hazardously as my body shot up. My hand pressed over my face as I tried to remember the dream. Everything was a blur in my mind. A young boy, a woman sobbing, and… a lovely girl with full lips. With a sigh, I yanked off the headphones and freed myself from the blanket.
My mother lay sprawled across the floor, her blanket forgotten beside her. I fought a grin as he tossed it back over her. I stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen. I dug through the cabinets and refrigerator to find the materials necessary for food. There was just enough eggs and milk for omelets. I pulled out the cheese and sausage as well. While I preferred a plain cheese omelet, I knew Mom wanted it with some meat. I had just finished mixing the ingredients when she skipped over to me. "Morning Mom. Jetlag got you down?" I teased.
Mom lightly smacked my shoulder. "Don't mock your mother, Edward Anthony." She kissed my cheek. "You unpacked?" She asked, gesturing to the cups in the cabinets.
I flipped the omelet as I spoke. "Not really. Just the things in here and in the bathroom. I didn't want to wake you so I decided to hold of on my room." She brought a plate over to me as I slid the food out of the pan. "You sure were knocked out when I came with the luggage. The girl behind the counter was nearly in tears from laughing. But honestly, how many people just up and fall asleep when getting a rental car?" I snickered as I flipped the second omelet.
My mother turned pink. "I fell asleep at the airport?" She laid her head on the table when I nodded. "Well that's embarrassing. All those people must have been staring…"
"It was even worse when they saw a teenager carrying you, and all our luggage I might add, into the rental." The second omelet was pushed onto another plate. I shut off the oven top and placed the frying pan under the cool water. Then I shut off the water and join Mom at the table. She spayed liberal amounts of ketchup on the side of her plate.
She took a bite and glared at me. "You could have woken me up, Mr. Smartie."
I laughed. "Believe me, I tried. You were knocked out, mother. I doubt an earthquake could have woken you up. You didn't even notice my driving, a first I might mention-"
Her eyes narrowed. "Edward Anthony Masen! Were you speeding again? How many times do I have to tell you! Is it too hard to just mind the speed limit?" Mom purred her lips as I rolled my eyes. "Teenagers…" She mumbled darkly as she took another bite.
I chugged down the rest of my food and moved to the sink to wash off my dish. "So when are those guys coming with the furniture?" I asked as I scrubbed off the frying pan.
"Um… I think they said two."
I looked up at the microwave clock. It read 1:43. "Then they should be here any minute." I rinsed off my plate. I took my mom's off the table too. Mom raced upstairs to get dressed before the movers came. I opted to take a walk around the neighborhood instead.
The sky looked a bit dreary and bleak. How was I ever going to get used to the gray color? I sighed and lay back on the lawn. I wonder when Jake will stop by? Jacob Black and I had been good friends since we were kids. He lived just a bit away from here, on the La Push grounds. Our dads had known each other since they went to high school together. Jake and me hadn't talked often in the past few years though. Mostly him asking how I was coping with my dad being gone and bragging about how far along his Volkswagen Rabbit was coming along. That's what mostly tied us together: cars. He loves them almost as much as I do. But he was more into fixing them up while I love driving them.
I sat up as the furniture van pulled up. Two guys in gray matching jumpsuits started to unload the van. Mom waited for them at the door to show them where to put everything. I scowled as one of them winked at her.
They were fast. In a matter of two hours the van was empty. I pushed past them to get inside, coming between one who was handing Mom a little piece of paper. She blushed and glowered after me. Quite obviously, I was going to get an earful once these guys left.
I walked up the stairs and entered my room. A black bed was now here along with a black computer desk, chair, and TV. I shifted through my boxes until I found one of the three belonging only to my CD collection. I put it in the stereo and turned the volume up. I heard someone coming up the stairs. It didn't take a genius to figure out who it was and what she wanted. Mom pushed open the door and folded her arms.
Before she could say anything, I cut her off. "I'm sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have been so rude to that guy." I chanted dully, not turning to face her. I traced the cords coming out off my stereo. She came a little closer to me, sitting beside me. I closed my eyes, pretending to concentrate on the music.
My mother wrapped her arm around my shoulder, hugging me close to her. "Look sweetie, I know this move hasn't been easy on either of us. Don't think I can't see past your cool façade. This is going to be trying enough for the two off us. Please, just cut me some slack." She whispered into my shoulder.
I sighed, patting her back. She was never fooled. I supposed my 'cool façade' was yet another thing I had inherited from my father. "I'm sorry, Mother." I said again. I slouched my shoulders. "It's just… I know you've been through a lot these past few years. I'm just trying to make it easier."
"Oh Edward. Nothing can make this easy. But I know you've been through just as much." She sniffled, holding back tears. "And I also knew I'm not the one you'll open up to. You will need to open up to someone, however. Bottling up your feelings will only hurt you more." Mom squeezed my shoulder and stood up to leave.
I fell on my back when the door shut. My eyes closed as I analyzed what my mother had said. She had hit the nail on the head. Yes, I was disregarding my feeling about this whole thing. But that's just the type of person I am. My pain is my pain; no one else should have to bare the blunt of it. I was doubtful I would ever find someone who I trusted enough to spill my guts out too. The very idea of it was ridiculous. I was emotionally detached from most people, save my mother. If you give someone your heart, you're only begging for him or her to rip it to shreds. So I was a naturally guarded person. Most people knew better then to try to get close to me.
But was my mom right about keeping my feelings inside? Was it unhealthy? If so, that meant I seriously needed to change my ways. Start all over, if you will. And what a better way to start over then a new school with a clean slate? But after years of hardening my heart, I knew it wouldn't be an easy task.
I lost myself to my pondering. I went downstairs to see my mom had left; her note said she was grocery shopping and she'd be home later. I found a can of spaghetti O's. Yum. It took no time for the food to heat up. I shuffled into the living room to eat. The sofa was brand new with matching armchairs and side tables. I flicked on the TV to distract myself. Some stupid kid's show was on, but I watched it anyway. My mom came home about an hour later, laden with food. We packed the food away as she told me about the people she met. Apparently we were the hot gossip of the quaint little town. Just super. I could just hear the whispering student body now.
After a dinner consisting of snack cakes, I headed to my room. I spent the next hour unpacking my CDs, books, clothes, and random things. My CD collection occupied three fourths of my shelves, leaving the books with only the bottom space. While I'm not as much of a book fanatic as my mother, I have read my fair share. Although it was early, I decided to crash now. Mom was lending me the rental car for the first week. After that, I was most likely going to have to get my own car. Jake could help with that. I bid my mother a good night and shut off my lights. But it was a few hours before my eyelids finally stayed shut.