Happy Birthday to Manderbetis! Thank you for inspiring me to write again. ILY! Thank you to my sister and beta Dunk07. I won the sister jackpot with you.

Twilight = Not mine

I must be out of my mind. What was I thinking of, changing jobs – and cities - at my age? I was almost 45, not an age when most people decided to start over. Plus, I'm not exactly the kind of person that handles change well. Which is why this was my first job change in over 20 years. I'd even been living in the same apartment for the past 15 years. I had the same small group of friends I'd made in college. I rarely, if ever, dated. The thought of starting all over was seriously stressing me the fuck out. But when my company offered me a promotion, the opportunity was too good to pass up. Clearly I just needed to stop being such a pussy. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of my phone. I grabbed my iPhone off the floor next to me and slid my finger across the screen to answer the call.

"Hey Uncle Edward!" chirped my niece Alice. "How's the packing going?"

Alice was 25, and just happened to live in my future hometown of Port Angeles. She'd graciously agreed to let me stay with her for a little while, giving me time to find a house I really liked without feeling rushed.

"Almost done, thank God! The movers will be bright and early tomorrow morning. I'm pretty sure I can get everything done."

"I'm so excited for you to get here. You know you've always been my favourite uncle!" teased Alice.

"Alice, I'm your only uncle. I'd better be your favourite!" Alice and I had always been close. It was impossible not to love her. She was outgoing, friendly, and enthusiastic. Basically, she was the exact opposite of me. But somehow it worked for us.

We talked for a few minutes more, Alice filling me in on her job and her latest date with her boyfriend Jasper. After promising to call her as soon as the movers left to let her know I was on the road, we said our goodbyes. The chat with Alice was just what I needed to help pull me out of my slight panic attack over the upcoming changes in my life. Typical Alice, knowing just when I needed to talk most.

I adjusted my large, wire frame glasses on my nose. My glasses were horribly out of style but I couldn't be bothered shopping for new frames. Plus, I figured a guy my age would look fucking stupid with a pair of trendy frames. I sighed and turned back to my packing. I had a huge collection of books and CDs, none of which were boxed up yet. I just hoped I had enough boxes. The last thing I wanted to do at this point was run out for more boxes.

Fuck!

It was two hours later, and I was just cramming one last book into my last box. Unfortunately I still had another stack of books left to pack. So much for having enough boxes. I sighed, running my hands through my too-long hair in frustration. I grabbed my car keys off the kitchen counter and resigned myself to one last trip to the grocery store for boxes. As I was driving home again I realized just how hungry I was, so I decided to pick up a pizza for supper while I was out since all of my kitchen stuff was already packed. When I returned home, I quickly finished the last of my packing, munching on pizza as I worked. It was already after 10, and I had a long day of driving ahead of me tomorrow.

The next morning I was jolted awake by the shrill cry of my cell phone alarm. Shit. It was way too early to be awake. Especially considering how late I'd been up packing every night this week. As much as I wanted another half hour of sleep, it just wasn't going to happen. The movers would be here in an hour and I had to shower, pack the last of my things, and make sure everything was organized and ready to go on the moving truck.

Reluctantly I rolled out of bed and made my way into the bathroom. I studied my fuzzy image in the mirror. Christ. I couldn't see anything without my glasses anymore. I was getting fucking old. I turned on the shower, not even waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I needed the shock of cold water to help wake me up. As the water finally began to turn hot I grabbed for the soap and lathered up, working my way down my muscled torso. I quickly finished washing before moving my hand back to my cock, indulging in my daily morning shower wank. Afterwards, I quickly finished up my shower and got dressed before throwing the last of my things into the duffel I'd take with me in the car. I'd just finished tossing the bag in the back of my car when the moving van pulled up. The movers were quick and efficient and two hours later I was pulling out of my parking lot for the last time. Ready or not, it was time to start my new life.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Next chapter will be posted on Sunday.