Twilight OC Rewrite

Chapter Fifteen: The Cullens

The muted light of yet another cloudy day eventually woke me. I lay with my arm across my eyes, groggy and dazed. Something, a dream trying to be remembered, struggled to break into my consciousness. I moaned and rolled on my side, hoping more sleep would come. It didn't, but a cold chill did and then the previous day flooded back into my awareness.

"Oh!" I sat up so fast it made my head spin and my yell woke my sister from her slumber.

"Your hair looks like a haystack... but I like it." His unruffled voice came from my side.

"Christian! You stayed!" I rejoiced, barely noticing Edward in the rocking chair across the room. I flung myself backwards into a laying position to be eye-to-eye with Christian. In the instant that my thoughts caught up with my actions, I froze, shocked by my own uncontrolled enthusiasm.

I stared at him, afraid that I had crossed the wrong line.

But he laughed.

Finally, I heard Bella shrill in delight; she'd finally woken completely up.

"Of course," Christian answered, startled, but seeming pleased by my reaction. His hand rubbed my arm.

I moved my head to lay cautiously against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his skin.

I heard Bella in the rocking chair with Edward. "I was sure it was a dream," she sighed.

"You're not that creative," Edward scoffed.

I laughed to myself before remembering. "Dad!" Thoughtlessly jumping up again and heading to the door.

"He left an hour ago," Edward chimed.

"After reattaching your battery cables, I might add," Christian continued. "I have to admit I was disappointed. Is that really all it would take to stop you, if you were determined to go?"

I deliberated where I stood, wanting to return to him badly, but afraid I might have morning breath. I tossed my sister a knowing look, warning her as well. She also jumped up and walked over to me.

"You're not usually this confused in the morning," Edward noted, Christian nodding at his words. He held his arms open for me to return. A nearly irresistible invitation.

"We need another human minute," Bella admitted.

"We'll wait."

We skipped to the bathroom, my emotions unrecognizable. I didn't know myself, inside or out. The face in the mirror was practically a stranger — eyes too bright, hectic spots of red across my cheekbones. Bella and I giggled at each other within our small bathroom.

After I brushed my teeth, I worked to straighten out the tangled chaos that was my hair. Bella waited patiently as I splashed my face with cold water, and tried to breathe normally, with no noticeable success. We half-ran back to our room.

It seemed like a miracle that he was there, his arms still waiting for me. He reached out to me and my heart thumped unsteadily.

"Welcome back," he murmured, taking me into his arms.

He laid with me for a while with Bella and Edward rocking silently, until she noticed that his clothes were changed, his hair smooth. I looked to Christian and saw the same.

"You left?" She accused, touching the collar of his fresh shirt.

"I could hardly leave in the clothes I came in — what would the neighbors think?"

She pouted. I snickered.

"You were very deeply asleep; I didn't miss anything." His eyes gleamed. "The talking came earlier."