Dusk (A Gay Twilight FanFiction)

1. FIRST SIGHT

~ Hello everyone. Welcome back, or welcome. 

If this looks familiar, it's because it is. Have you read the description? 

I'm reuploading this but with some changes, in particular the ending (because I wasn't happy with the last one). And fingers crossed this doesn't get removed for breaching copyright again.

I want to state for the higher ups again, THIS IS A WORK OF FANFICTION PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPROSES! All rights go to Stephanie Meyer and her publishing company. I gain no monetary value from uploading this. It is fan-fiction. Go read Twilight by Stephanie Meyer, etc.

Okay? Please don't take my story down again.

Anyway,

ENJOY! ~

1. FIRST SIGHT

My mum and I were sitting in the back of a taxi that smelt like tobacco. I had my window rolled down with my face leaning into the warm air that blew past us. Seventy-five degrees, perfect cloudless blue sky. If this was Phoenix's way of giving me a good send off, it was wrong. The beautiful day only made me wish we weren't leaving even more.

It was goodbye Phoenix, Arizona – Hello, tiny Forks, Washington State. That's where I was headed, small-town Olympic Peninsula, to a place that existed in a near-constant cover of clouds, and almost permanently damp from the rain. That sounds dramatic, but it's true.

It's where I was born, where my parents had fallen in – and out – of love. They'd married young, had me, and then before my second birthday my mum packed everything up, myself included, and left, leaving my father heartbroken and alone.

I'd been back of course. My dad, Charlie, still lived there. Chief Swan. Every summer break until I was fourteen and finally put my foot down. I didn't want to spend any part of the summer in a place that didn't actually have the sun.

So Charlie met us halfway, in California. Our compromise. Which suited me just fine, getting to be by the beach all day and night. Reading books with my toes in the sand was my favourite past-time.

But last summer things had changed. I hadn't noticed it at first, I'd been too busy running off to the beach from our little holiday house to catch as much sun as possible. But because of my absences my parents were forced to spend a lot of time together, and getting reacquainted, and falling back in love?

I didn't believe it at first, they'd always been so distant with each other for as long as I could remember. Polite, but not friendly. And then I come back to our joint holiday house one night last summer and they're giggling like teenagers again.

And that was that. They stayed in constant contact after Charlie went back to Forks at the end of summer. I was sceptical that things would fizzle out again once they were apart, but the separation only seemed to make them fonder. Whenever I woke up to pee in the middle of the night I could hear my mum giggling from her bedroom, on the phone with Charlie.

Finally, after a year of long distance relations, with Charlie coming to visit us every chance he got time off work, Mum and I were moving back to Forks so my parents could be together. They were going to, as my mum put it, 'have a real go at it'. Whatever that meant. So during this summer break Charlie had come to Phoenix to help us pack up our house and move back in with him. He'd gone back to Forks a few days ahead of us to start getting the house ready for our arrival.