CULLENS || TWLGHT OS 01

Paul Lahote | 02 Bonfire

By : samblackblog | Tumblr

Word Count: 2.06k

Warnings: Language

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"Call me and let me know what's happening, okay?" Her voice is authoritative, with an underlying tone of worry. Unsurprising since it's only your second week here and after all, it is a mother's job to overthink. She insisted on driving you to Sarah's and picking you up the next morning. An hour ago you'd received a text asking if you wanted to stay round, Sarah's housemate is away on holiday so there is plenty of room.

"Mum I'll be fine, don't worry" you try to sound just as authoritative to reassure her but was only met by her eye roll and scoff.

"It's my job to-"

"I'll let you know what's happening and where I am, I promise." You give in, realising it was futile arguing. At some point you will need to discuss the fact you're an adult and can handle your own life, but currently you don't mind having someone worry about you.

"Love you sweetie!" She calls out the open passenger's window as she watches you go. You know she won't leave until Sarah opens the door and you go inside.

You pound on the door, eager to get this evening done. You wait a few seconds before knocking again.

"Woah sister, tryna knock my door down?!" A belly laugh erupts from the girl in the open door, her smile so wide it would look insincere to anyone who doesn't know Sarah.

"Sorry" you give her the side eye, attempting to signal that your mum is still here, causing Sarah's eyes to widen in realisation.

"Oh shit, get your ass in here girl!" An arm wraps around your shoulder pulling you into the house. Giving a final wave in the direction of your mum, you close the door.

Surprise was the first thing you felt at the interior of the house, compared to what you knew of the inhabitant, it didn't match. There was a somewhat rustic adult feel about the place, where you expected it to be chaotic just like Sarah. The inside resembles a log cabin, wooden walls, wooden floors, a small kitchenette joined to the small lounge where the brown leather settee is; it has seen better days, with a few scuffs on the arm, but looks comfy still.

"Nice place you got." Your eyes travel around the room taking it all in.

"Yeah, it's okay... Got its problems" Sarah's hands move to her pockets as she shrugs. "But, it is home and I wouldn't change it" she smiles, as she remembers all the good times she has had here. After surveying the room your eyes land on Sarah, taking in her appearance. She's wearing just a camisole and tracksuit shorts, contradictory to her words earlier in the day to dress warmly. "Oh! Don't worry, I'm just about to go change now" She laughs, walking down a corridor, presumably to her bedroom. She shouts out as she disappears "Make yourself at home, there's drinks in the fridge, help yourself!"

You untie the laces of your boots and wiggle your feet free of the stiff leather. The thick woollen socks that enclose your feet soften the footfalls as you pad to the kitchen, opening the well stocked fridge. Spoilt for choice, eventually you decide to have water. You pop the cap while moving to the partition wall where photos line every available inch. You recognise Sarah in some of the photos and others that are older you presume are her as a child. However, the majority have another woman in. She's stunningly beautiful, her tanned skin and jet black hair offset her deep brown eyes and warm smile drawing in the viewer. The one that really captivates you is this same lady on some sunny beach, you can see the sparkle on the water and the joy on her face as she stands knee deep in the water as the sea waves roll against her. She looks cheeky, her hand reaching for the water in an attempt to splash the cameraman. It was so vivid you could almost hear the steady rhythm of the waves as they hit the shoreline and feel the sun warm your skin. Despite only living here for a brief time, you can't imagine Forks was ever sunny and make a mental note to ask about the beach in the photo. You raise the water bottle that has been idly sitting in your hand, to your lips as your eyes move over the rest of the photographs.