Close My Eyes (Twilight Fan-fiction)

Chapter 2 - The Cullens

(Bella's P.O.V)

I woke, confused as to where I was. It took me a good few minutes to recognise the room. My room. I stretched and then climbed out of bed. It was Sunday morning and today I was seeing the Cullens after years of not seeing them. Excitement coursed through my veins as I stumbled down the stairs to get breakfast.

"Morning Bella, honey." Renée greeted me as I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl from the cupboard. She was sitting at the small kitchen table with Phil, eating her own breakfast.

"Morning mom." I replied cheerily. I grabbed the cereal and milk and made myself breakfast. I walked into the living room, not wanting to sit near still ignorant Phil, and ate my cereal there. When I'd finished, I collected all the dishes and started to wash them.

"Bella, you don't have to do that. I can do it." Renée said.

"It's okay mom, I'm used to doing it for Charlie." I smiled, putting a wet bowl on the draining board to dry. When I'd finished I made my way back upstairs. Renée and Phil were watching TV. I walked into the bathroom, freshened up before getting dressed into my favourite top and jeans. I quickly ragged a brush through my hair, leaving it to hang loosely down my back. There. I was ready. I glanced at the clock, it was 10:53am. I grabbed my phone off my bedside and started to text Edward.

'When can I come? :) xx'

I sat down on my bed, staring around my room while I waited for a text back. It was quite bare but I think a few pictures and maybe some fairy lights would brighten it up. My phone buzzed, tearing my attention away from my dull bedroom and to my phone.

'Is now too early? xx'

I smiled, happy that I wouldn't have to wait around here any longer. At least with Charlie, he made effort to speak to me even with his busy schedule. Being a chief of police in Phoenix was hard work, but he always asked me how I was and made conversation, unlike Phil. I hadn't been here a day yet and it already seemed like he wanted me out. It made me feel incredibly unwelcome, like I didn't belong here. I text Edward back quickly, desperate to get out of here.

'No, it isn't :). I would say that I'm on my way, mom got me my own car, well truck really, how cool is that? But I'm not sure I remember the way, it's been awhile. Sorry xx'

His reply was almost immediate. He must have been waiting for my text.

'It's okay :) I'll come and pick you up. See you soon! xx'

I let out a sigh of relief, I wouldn't have to stay here today at least. I was so excited to see Edward and the rest of his family; it was like a special reunion. I'm sure they'd make me feel more welcome than I felt here. I quickly went downstairs to tell Renée that I'm leaving.

"Mom, I'm leaving soon, Edward is picking me up. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay love! Have a good time." She was sitting on the sofa holding Phil's hand. If Phil wasn't being such an ass, I would have felt happy for Renée, that her second marriage had really worked out. But I couldn't, I just wished it was me and Renée again; like it used to be. Then I quickly shook that thought from my head. That was selfish; Renée was happy. As long as she was happy, that was a that mattered. My thoughts were interrupted as there was a faint 'beep' of a horn from outside. Happiness flared in my veins and I waved once more to Renée and dashed out of the door.

A shiny silver Volvo was parked up the curb. Edward stepped out, greeting me with a smiling face. The years had certainly been kind to Edward. His hair, still a beautiful bronze, was perfectly tousled. His face was incredibly handsome, his lips and his jaw looking really attractive. His green eyes sparkled with joy. His clothes were of high fashion, clearly expensive. His top was tight, emphasising his muscles. My best friend was absolutely gorgeous. I'd be lying if I said I never had a crush on him. When we were younger, we used to pretend that we would marry when we grew up. Of course, it was wrong to think that now. He was my best friend.