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Chapter One: Home

You can change your style and you can change your jeans

You can learn to fly and you can chase your dreams

You can laugh and cry, but everybody knows

You'll always find your way back home


You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home


I looked around my bedroom one last time. The built in bookcase now stood empty, the books that had once resided there were now living in boxes. The once glorious window seat had long be dismantled and thrown out like yesterdays trash. All that was left in the room was a small pile of dust by the en suite door. Moving day had arrived.

Volterra, a small, insignificant European country on Italy's border was the place my father decided to exile me and my twin.

The fact I couldn't speak a lick of Italian didn't even come into the equation. I would miss my now ex boyfriend Stefan and my best friend Maggie more than anybody else I was leaving behind in this town.

I would miss Phoenix. I would miss the vigorous sprawling city. I would miss the intense heat that came from living in desert conditions. Phoenix was my home and the only place I had ever known.

"Bella get your arse in this car now." Chelsea my stepmother called out to me.

"I'm coming!" I yelled back angrily.

With a sigh I picked up my neon purple duffel bag and my old beat up guitar. I slowly walked out to the monstrous Jeep waiting in the driveway for me.

I handed dad my bags and as I wasn't the tallest seventeen year old girl in existence I needed Emmett my twin to assist me into the "beast" as I so loving referred to the Jeep.

Dad threw my bag and guitar into the back of the beast, all I can say is thank God for sturdy guitar cases as his handling was less than gentle.

"Bella boo, it's not the end of the world." Emmett was smiling gently at me and I could help but crack a smile as he used my childhood nick name.

"I know." I whispered. I don't if I was trying to convince myself or Emmett. I had the strange feeling gnawing in the pit of my stomach that I wouldn't be returning to Phoenix anytime soon, truth be told it scared me.

Noticing my sullen mood Emmett pulled me into one of his famous bear hugs. "You'll find your way back home." He whispered into my hair. Instantly a small smile found its way to my lips.

The engine roared to life and Em let me go so I could put my seat belt on. The satisfying click made the trip seem less like a nightmare, no now it was more like hell on earth.

"It'll be okay." I hope so.

Reassurance wasn't what I needed. I needed to feel Emmett's protective arms around me. I needed someone to tell me that this was a dreams and all I had to do is wake up and come back to reality.

In all honesty I had no idea what I would do without Em. He was more than a brother; he was more like a best friend. Emmett was my rock and the only person in the known universe who could put up with me for more than a week at a time.

When my first boyfriend Alec broke up with me Em held me as I cried a river of tears, I was convinced I loved him. He sat through some pretty bad romances with me and was more than happy to burn every photo of Alec and I together.

If I only had a few words to describe Emmett Swan, those words would be; the best brother any girl could ask for. I know what you're thinking, but it's remarkably true. The big, scary jock was one of the kindest, sweetest, understanding, most loyal guy in the whole world and it was me who the privilege to call him my brother. But then again I may be a little bias.

I groaned as the sound of Britney Spears' Womanizer blasted over the car stereo. Lord if you have any mercy, kill me now. Chelsea had obviously been given control over it. I inevitably came to the conclusion the she was sent by the devil himself to torture me, slowly.

"Can we listen to something other than this piece of shit the music industry feels the need to inflict on us poor unfortunate souls?" I questioned the twenty something blonde in sitting in the passenger seat. She glared and me via the rear view mirror and muttered something unintelligible under her breath.

"If you don't like it listen to you iPod or block your ears. We are not changing it." She hissed ever so kindly at me. God bless pregnancy hormones.

"I just might." I sent her a death glare when I caught her eye.

I took of my seat belt and reached over the back of the seat and poked around until I found my duffel bag. I unzipped the side pocket and pulled out my green iPod and a copy of Pride And Prejudice that had obviously seen better days.

I re-zipped the pocket and quickly refastened my seat belt. I put the ear buds in and let the happy and bubbly tunes of Owl City assault my ears. I turned the cover of the worn book and read the hand written message that presided there.


My darling Isabella,

I was given this book on my ninth birthday and now I give it to you.

It was my favourite book and I hope that someday it will be yours as well.


Love always,

Mom xoxo

P.S I know that they CD player we got Em is better, but I know you will appreciate this more.

Of course this wasn't the only gift I was given by them, I had also been given a few CD's and a truck load of chocolate. Renee Swan was right; the small was now my favourite and it means more to me than she will ever know.

We arrived at Phoenix International Airport not long after I had read up to chapter five. I dog eared the page before I jumped out of the beast and grabbed my bay and guitar.

The glass automatic doors spelled out certain doom, as soon as I passed through those doors I knew there was no going back. I stood in front of the glass trying to muster up some sort of courage to pass through them and give into fate.

"Bells we have to get inside." My dad said slightly concerned, his gazed dared not meet my eyes.

"I know." I kept my tone light, though it was slightly mocking. I turned my head and drank in his expressionless face, but his eyes still eluded mine.

I stood my ground defiantly. There was no way I was going to let neither my dad nor the door win.

"Come on." My dad forcibly took my hand and dragged me through the doors to where Emmett and Chelsea were standing. Charlie Swan everybody.

The queue was – I noticed – almost a mile long and there was only two people operating the counters. Either Volturi Air was seriously understaffed or there were some serious managerial issues at play.

We stood in the queue for what seemed like forever, though as it turned out it was only half an hour. We finally reached the front of the line and were called over to the right hand counter.

"Hello, let me just check your flight details and we'll be in business." The red haired woman said with a Southern twang. Her name tag identified her as Arlene Cope.

"This all looks in order," She said as she examined the papers Chelsea had handed her. "Let me just check your baggage." It was all going well until she tried to force me to check in my guitar with the rest of the suitcases. I wasn't going to let the big haired woman win.

"I'm sorry miss, but you can't take it carry on." Arlene insisted.

"You don't understand. This guitar is one of my most prized possessions and was signed by Eric Clapton. It stays with me." I was getting angrier with each word I spoke. There was no way in hell I was going to let her dictate to me what I could and couldn't do.

"Look, I get that you care about your guitar, but you can't take it carry on." She was rubbing her temples trying to calm herself down.

"This guitar will go on the plane and it will be going on with me." I balled my fist ready to strike if need be.

"It is quite impossible."

"What ever happened to the customer is always right?" I smiled sweetly at her, but looks can always be deceiving.

"Look, this guitar-" She was cut off by a male voice.

"Just let her take it carry on with her." The deep velvety voice oozed authority and Arlene backed down almost instantly.

"Yes, I mean of course sir." She dithered. Whoever this guy was, he was powerful. A little smirk weaselled its way onto my lips and I had to resist the urge to rub my small victory in. As she was placing the necessary stickers and tags on case I turned to look at the man who had spoken.

My heart skipped a beat as I took in his appearance. He was wearing a suit, designer I think and looked to be about twenty one. He was tall like maybe six foot four and was insanely good looking. From that moment on I decided he shall forever be referred to as Adonis as that was what he was. His hair was an auburn colour that reminded me of a penny and had the greenest eyes I had ever seen.

"Uh... Thanks." It came out like a question. I felt my cheeks grow hot. Oh shit. I couldn't be blushing could I? Of course I was. Blushing was just another of my very annoying tendencies, I tended to do it when I was mad or when I was embarrassed.

"Don't mention it." He laughed; I would pay to hear that laugh again. I noticed he had a slightly British accent with something else mixed in with in.

Chelsea was handed our boarding passes and began to walk away with Em and Dad in tow. I took it as my cue to leave. I made sure to look where I was going so I didn't trip and make an ass of myself.

We passed through in a breeze, but all I could think about was those endless green pools and that enchanting laugh. I was screwed.

In the airport lounge I chose to sit on the industrial grade carpet over the cracked vomit yellow vinyl seats they had on offer. I took a seat next to the Coke machine and pulled out my guitar.

I traced the autograph on its body gingerly with my finger before I moved my hand down to the fret board. I strummed a few chords and a song began forming in my mind. I closed my eyes and shut out the word. I let my hands take control and let the words flow freely.

This is wrong but I can't help but feel like there ain't nothin' more right babe

Misty morning comes again and I can't help but wish I could see your face

And I knew from the first note played, I'd be breaking all my rules to see you

You smile that beautiful smile and all the girls in the front row scream your name

So dim that spotlight, tell me things like I can't take my eyes off of you

I'm no one special, just another wide eyed girl who's desperately in love with you

Give me a photograph to hang on my wall


It was only a verse and chorus, but I was totally stuck after that. I slowly opened my eyes to find a crowd had gathered around me, it was quite daunting.

I wasn't ever one to stand out in a crowd. I tended to blend into the background and flew under the radar. I was just your average – well as average as I could be – everyday teenage girl. I had brown hair and brown eyes. I was slim, but obviously not an athlete. By all standards I didn't stand out.

"Play something else." A small blonde girl called out. It was closely followed by a chorus of "Yeah" and "Go on." I had to commend the girl for her bravery, but it put me in a rather uncomfortable situation.

"Okay. Um... this song is called Fifteen."

You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors

It's the morning of your very first day

You say hi to your friends you ain't seen in a while

Try and stay out of everybody's way

It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here for the next four years in this town

Hoping one of those senior boys will wink at you and say

You know I haven't seen you around, before

Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you

You're gonna believe them

And when you're fifteen, feeling like there's nothing to figure out

Well count to ten, take it in

This is life before you know who you're gonna be


The loud speaker so I stopped singing so I could hear the announcement being made. "Flight VA787 is now boarding at gate 19. Flight VA787 is now boarding at gate 19." The robotic voice informed the room.

I put my guitar back in its case and hoisted myself off of the ground. I saw dad and Emmett talking by the bathrooms and made a bee line for them.

"God, I hope Chelsea is not like this on the plane." Em groaned he got a decent smack upside the head for that one. I laughed at Em's facials; he looked like a little kid who just had his favourite toy taken off him.

"She's five months pregnant. Poor Chels, I hope the plane won't make her sick."

Chelsea waddled down the narrow hallway towards us, looking more like eight months instead of five. She reached dad and gave him a passionate kiss. I had to resist the urge to vomit at their little display of affection.

"Are you sure you're not carrying twins?" I asked Chelsea as we lined up at the gate. She glared at me briefly before actually considering it as a possibility and not just a crack at her weight.

"Is it a possibility?"

"Oh yeah, Em and I are twins and dad had a twin brother." She looked confused for a second before replying.

"Charlie had a twin?" She didn't know? Ha.

"Garrett was his name. He died before I was born and he doesn't mention him much."

"Oh." She looked away awkwardly and let the subject drop. Surprisingly this was the longest conversation we had ever had.

"Have you thought of any names yet?" I asked her. I had caught her of guard and it showed, but a soft smile touched her lips.

"If it's a boy it will be either Benjamin or Liam," She rubbed her stomach lovingly. "Or both." She added with a laugh.

"I like those names. What about girl's names?" I was beginning to think she wasn't so bad as I had once thought her to be. Em liked and dad obviously saw something in her or else he wouldn't have married her. I guess I was just reluctant to let her in.

"I only have one name; Charlotte. I can't think of another, can you? I asked Charlie and he said Melissa or Hayden, but I'm not too keen on those names."

"Hmmm... What about Lucy?" I couldn't believe I just handed her my favourite name on a silver platter. I guess having a little sister with that name would be kind of cool.

"Lucy. I like it. Thanks." She turned and pulled me into a big hug. I had no idea what to do with my hands so I settled for lightly placing them on her back. It was – though I'm slightly disgusted to say – well nice.

I guess I missed having a mother figure around. We were definitely on the path to building a stronger relationship.

We finally reached the front of the line; I gripped my guitar case harder to ease my nerves, when the green eyed god who put Arlene in her place at check in was walking over to the line with a small pixie like girl in tow. The black haired girl was about my age and was thin in extreme almost anorexic looking.

They didn't even line up; they just went straight up to the counter. Who was this guy? I strained to hear what they were saying.

"I really hate flying commercial, the jet is far better." The pixie said.

"C'mon Alice it will be an adventure." Adonis tried to reassure her.

She gave him a bad look and said "You've got to be kidding me Edward. We're not even flying business class, we're flying in economy. Knowing my luck I'll be stuck sitting next to some fat guy."

So the green eyed Adonis had a name. Edward. It was an old fashioned name but I thought it suited him well.

"Alice, chill. We're going home at least. I don't care if we fly economy or not, so why do you?"

The Alice girl sighed. "Edward you have all the luck and are probably going to get to sit next to an extremely good looking girl while I'll be stuck next to some butt ugly guy who talks about his mom the whole time."

The pair handed their boarding passes to the air hostess and walked down the corridor to where the plane was waiting. We followed soon after.

AN: The songs used are Superstar by Taylor Swift and Fifteen by Taylor Swift. I'm looking for a beta if anybodys interested.