A/N: Ok, as I was writing my first fan fic story, "It Happened One Weekend", I had initially decided to write it solely from Bella's POV. But as I got into the story, I found myself leaving the door open for Edward to have his say. I quickly realized that I had a dilemma on my hands. How do I go back 8 chapters and incorporate Edwards thoughts? The solution was simple...I don't. I just give him his story and let them run in tandem together, so you can both sides of the story. So here it is...please read and review...
*DISCLAIMER* I own none of the following characters. They all belong to the brilliant mind of Stephenie Meyer. I just like to play with them. =)
I lay on my bed and stared out the huge floor to ceiling window that made up one wall of my new room. The view of the mountains was breath taking. I would imagine that this was as close as I would ever get to Gods view of the world.
Yup, this is definitely different than the concrete jungle I just moved from. Back in Chicago if you want scenery that wasn't 100% man made, you had to drive 2 hours north into Wisconsin. I can remember taking lots of trips there when I was kid. My parents had a "cabin" nestled in the woods there. Though I hardly think a 3000 sq. foot structure comprised of wood and glass would hardly qualify as a cabin. But since it was roughly half the size of our regular house, my parents found it to be modest. It had 4 bedrooms, a master suite for my parents which was located on the opposite side of the house from all the rest. Then a room for me, my nanny and then the last bedroom would be used by my nanny's son who would always accompany us. Jasper was my age and had been my best friend since we were in diapers.
I loved Jasper's mom. Mrs. Whitlock was my surrogate mom. She was the one who read me books at night, kissed my knee when I would skin it, knew that I liked the crust cut off my bread and that I absolutely hated pea's. She knew everything about me, right down to the story behind every scar on my body.
I've always known my parents loved me. But they both came from wealthy families, so money, prestige, socializing...all of that came before me. I remember being upset that they were missing one of my school events so they could attend a charity ball and them telling me, "Son, the Cullen name means a lot to this community. We are an important benefactor to these charity and they count on our support. One day you'll understand and you'll see that we are doing this for you. So when it's your turn to helm the family dynasty, you'll have a good and upstanding name to go with it.".
At the time I didn't understand the repercussions of what they were telling me. "Helm the family dynasty"? OK. ...whatever that means. It did nothing to quell the sense of abandonment I'd felt. It hurt me to know that I would take the stage in yet another school production and my parents wouldn't be sitting eagerly in the audience waiting to snap pictures of their only son dressed up as Hamlet.
But I would soldier on and do my part. It wasn't worth letting the rest of my classmates down for. Besides, I knew that somewhere out in that audience was a kind woman with her son and disposable camera in hand, waiting to cheer me on. Sure enough when we'd go to take our bow, I would scan the audience and see Mrs. Whitlock and Jasper on their feet applauding wildly for me.
I miss those days and having her home cooking to come home too. I miss getting to spend the night at their house on the weekends. She'd let Jasper and I stay up until midnight watching movies and eating microwave popcorn and drinking pop right from the can. My mother would have had a meltdown if she knew. She caught me drinking from the can once and went nuclear, "Edward" she'd said. "Only uncivilized people drink from the can. People with higher class and a more self respect use a glass.".
Yes, what I wouldn't give to have Mrs. Whitlock back. She gave me a childhood and I missed her deeply. When I was 15 she was diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer and only given a few months to live. By then Jasper and I were in full teenager mode and her husband and Jasper didn't get along. She knew that when she died Jasper and I would be separated and the chances of us staying in each others lives would be gone forever. So she went to my parents and begged for them to keep Jasper. Her husband
wasn't really interested in raising a teenage boy and this way we'd have each other after she was gone. My parents ended up agreeing. My mother saw it as just another civic duty and figured it would only up peoples opinions of our family. We'd be the kindly wealthy people who took in the Paupers son. Yes, it was a rare occasion indeed when my parents did something that wasn't 100 % selfish.
Now, 2 years later and here we all were. Living at the foot of the Olympic mountain range in a town that has been forgotten by the passage of time, Forks Washington.
We came under the ruse that my father, Carlisle Cullen, had been offered the Chief of Staff position at the the local hospital. He had convinced his inner circle that the hospital was "desperate" and that he felt it his "civic duty" to forgo the higher pay of larger hospitals, to help this little town get quality medical care.
The whole story was utterly laughable. Sure his old college buddy, Mr. McCarty was the Hospital Administrator. And sure, he had been trying for more then a year to get my dad to accept the position. Going so far as to put my mother in contact with a man from Seattle who refurbished old homes. He had recently purchased an old mansion in the woods of Forks and needed an Architect for the job. Mr. McCarty gave him my mothers name, thinking that if that partnership worked out, she and my father would have to eventually visit there and then he could really sink his hooks into them. But in the end, it definitely wasn't my parents "civic duty", my mothers work or Mr. McCarty's plotting that brought us here. It was me.
My parents unsuccessful attempts to get their son to marry into another rich family failed miserably. The fall out of the disaster was public knowledge and now my family was labeled "That poor wealthy family with a loose canon for a son". Word spread like wild fire and parents blamed me for tarnishing their good standing in the community. Their solution was to move us as far from Chicago as possible and start over.
Forks in their eyes was the perfect place to do that. No one knew us. Seattle was close enough by, that they would be able to acclimate themselves into West Coast Society without having to deal with the scrutiny of what happened in Chicago.
For me, moving to Forks meant having to be constantly reminded by my parents of my short comings. After everything that happened, my mother decided that she would leave the "Career woman/Civic Leader" behind. She closed her Architecture Firm in Chicago and reestablished her business here in Forks. She now works out of a home office so she can introduce herself to society here as a wealthy wife and mother, who fearlessly juggles raising her son and orphaned teenaged friend with a demanding career. But what her actions really meant was that I would be living under her thumb, being constantly reminded that being Cullen came with responsibilities and that we didn't get the luxury of being chaste or living life on our own terms.
There was one bright spot though. Being such a small and isolated town, there wasn't any private tuitioned schools. So I would be attending a public school for the first time in my life. To say that I was nervous, is an understatement.
Jasper is my only friend that wasn't hand chosen for me by my parents. Most of my friends were composed of children from my parents Social Circle. Basically we were all Trust Fund Babies, bonded together by our snobbery and money.
Jasper had attended public school his whole life and assured me it would be no big deal. I already knew Alice McCarty went to the local public school, so I guess I could pal around with her and meet knew people.
Alice and I were great friends growing up. Sometimes her family would come with us to Wisconsin for vacations. Alice and her older brother, Emmett and I would cause all kinds of mischief. Of course when the McCarty's came with us, Mrs. Whitlock and Jasper would have to stay behind in Chicago as there would be no room for them in the "Modest Vacation Home".
Those were the days when nothing was complicated and I was totally ignorant of all the choices being made for me. Had I known back then that my parents were laying the blue prints for the rest of life...I would have probably run away.
Would of, could of, should of...it's too late now. Now I am stuck in the middle of the Forrest in the old Crowley Mansion that mother helped the Developer, Mr. McCarty put her in contact with. When the decision was made to move, my parents bought the house from him. Since it was the biggest in the area and redone by my mother, they thought it would be perfect for the time being, until it could be replaced by another monstrosity that was currently in the works on my moms desk.
Mansion? I had to roll my eyes. If this house were listed in the Real Estate papers back in Chicago, the ad would read "Nice modest 5000 sq. foot house, with room for a growing family and surrounded by 100 acres of forrest, so plenty of room to add on".
Just then I was jerked from my musings, when my bedroom flew open, "Ahh, so this where you've been hiding. Sure, Esme asks us to move the piano and you disappear and leave Emmett and I to it, Lazy Ass.", Jasper complained.
I chuckled a bit. He had me, I totally didn't want to help anymore. Mom had us busy all week and I was done with moving. "Hey, I resemble that remark" I smirked.
Jasper rolled eyes, "OK, well I've worked up an appetite and am positively starving." he held out a hand to me to help me up for the bed. "So no more Yankee my Wanker. The Donger need food" he said in a real horrible Asian accent.
I pulled myself up from the bed and grabbed the keys to the Volvo off the night stand, "Well far be from me to come between you and a meal. I need out of the place anyway. Lets go see what there is to eat in this town.". I pulled on my favorite pair of black Doc Martens and followed Jasper out the door.
As we descended the stairs I heard my mother call out from her office, "Where do you boys think you're going?".
I followed the sound of her voice down the hallway and poked my head in the door "Relax Mom, we're just going to get some food. We'll back in a bit.".
"OK" she said, still looking over some blue prints on her desk. "Your father and I will most likely be gone when you get back. We're going into Seattle with the McCarty's this weekend. I trust that you both will be on your best behavior?".
I rolled my eyes, "Besides Alice and Emmett, who do I know mom. I think it's safe to say there will be no parties here. I doubt anyone could find this place anyway.".
She glanced up at me and then went back to work, dismissing me with a flick of her wrist. Yup, it's gonna be a blast having mom working from home.
Fifteen minutes later, Jasper and I found ourselves driving through the center of town. There was a Thriftway Grocery Store, a small library, some Ma and Pa Shops, a small Pizzeria, the High School, the Police Station, a bank, a gas station, a restaurant called "The Lodge", a hospital and an ancient looking McDonald's. It's safe to say that if you drove through Forks and blinked...you'd miss it.
I pulled into the McDonalds and Jasper started clapping his hands and bouncing in his seat like an excited child, "Oh boy! I hope they are giving away Transformers in the Happy Meals!".
I gave a chuckle under my breath, "Jasper you are such a retard. You better not embarrass me either. Emmett said Alice works here and I want to surprise her. I haven't seen her in a few years and I could really use her help at school on Monday, so don't make an ass of yourself.".
"Yes Sir" Jasper saluted. "You can count on me, Major Asshole." he mused.
We walked in got our food and selected a booth. I was disappointed to learn from the boy who took our order, that Alice wasn't working today. So I took out my cell phone to call Emmett and track her down.
He told me he had just left her at her friends house and she was headed my way to get her check and that I should stick around. She should show up within fifteen minutes.
I was just finishing my french fries and watching Jasper mount an epic battle between Mega Tron and Optimus Prime, when I suddenly felt like my attention was being pulled to my right. I glanced across the restaurant and there was a petite girl with long Mahogany hair and heart shaped face stretched out across a booth reading a book. She was pretty, but not in an obvious way. Her beauty was subtle. She wore a deep blue Abercrombie hoodie and the color was striking against her pale skin.
I cocked my head and tried to read the title of the book, Wuthering Heights? What would that girl be doing reading that particular book? I would've guessed it was an assigned reading from an English class, but school wasn't even in session yet. She must be reading it, just to read it. Fascinating.
Suddenly I wanted to go over and talk to her. I had to know why she would choose to read such a book. Every girl back in Chicago was obsessed with some series of books about vampires and werewolves. It was all the rage. I tried to read them once, but then I got to the part where the vampires skin sparkled and I couldn't go any further.
"Jasper, wait here...I'll be back in a minute" I said.
Jasper took a big bite of his cheeseburger and followed my across the restaurant, "Ahh" he said with a full mouth, "going after dessert I see. OK, but I got dibs on your Cherry Pie".
I got up from our booth and walked across the room pondering how to approach her. I didn't want to
startle her or say something stupid. I decided to keep it simple.
I stood next to her table for what felt like hours, waiting for the girl to acknowledge me, but she seemed to be totally engrossed in the book and didn't even know I was there.
Finally, I just said the first thing that came to mind, "Whatcha reading?".
She jumped a little at the sound of my voice and then when she looked up at me, I found myself staring into two of the most beautiful pools of chocolate I had ever seen.
Well? Did you love it or hate it? Am I doing Edward justice or should I just scrap this storyline and move on? My thoughts are that I want to eventually merge both points of view into a Sequel. So I needed to do this to make that happen. I was afraid if I was to continue with only Bella's POV, I would be writing myself into a corner. So please, hit the little green button and REVIEW....if you like it, you get Chapter 2 tonight as well! =)