Not Like The Movies (Carlisle Love Story)(Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 2

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It had officially been two weeks since I moved to Forks and everything was not in its place and organized. With all the peacefulness I could concentrate and get my thoughts onto paper without having to hear someone arguing or moaning, trust me it’s quite aggravating to hear. I was about to make breakfast when I heard

“You better run, you better do what you can

Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man

You wanna be tough, better do what you can

So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it

No one wants to be defeated

Showin' how funky strong is your fight

It doesn't matter who's wrong or right”

“Hello,” I asked quickly answering my phone cutting off Fall out boys beat it.

“Hey, Hazel its Alice,” her whimsical voice chimed in my ear.

“Oh, hey what’s up,” I smiled rummaging through my fridge for food.

“Rose and I were wondering if you wanted to come over today.”

“Yeah sure when would you like me to come.”

“Now.”

“Oh well okay,” I laughed not expecting that, “Let me get dressed and I’ll be there in a few.” She said bye and we hung up. I went to my closet and pick out. Getting in my brand new Camaro I put her address into my GPS. The estimated time was ten minutes away so I didn’t have to drive THAT far. When I arrived there I was absolutely stunned. The house was beautiful. It looked like something straight out of a magazine. I pressed the clicker to lock my car, still in a daze, and walked up to the large door. Before I could even knock it opened before me and Alice was, once again, hugging me tightly.

“Hello again Alice,” I giggled hugging her back. She released me leading me into the house. Upon entering I saw Rosalie coming out of a door, which I’m guessing was the garage.

“Hello Rosie,” I smiled walking over to her hugging her like I had at the store.

“Hey, what are you doing here,” she asked surprised.

“Well I was going to make breakfast but Alice called me and asked me to come over. SO here I am?” At the mention of breakfast my tummy grumbled from the neglect I had put it through. Alice giggled and that rare smile appeared on Rosalie’s face.

“We have food in the kitchen,” Rosalie offered pointing to the beautiful kitchen. My mouth dropped causing them both to giggle. My fingers danced against the granite counter.

“It’s so beautiful; the whole house is,” I said looking over at the two, “Do you live here alone?”

“No,” they answered at the same time; they looked at each other before Rose took over, “We live here with our adoptive father and siblings my twin, Jasper, Emmett; Alice’s brother, and Edward Cullen, also Alice’s brother. Our father’s name is Carlisle.”

“Oh,” I nodded, “Okay. Do you guys want me to make you something to eat? Surely you’re hungry.”

“We already ate,” Alice replied quickly, almost suspiciously. I raised an eyebrow but didn’t question it. Alice helped me find the pots, pans, skillets, and silverware. I was going to make an omelet. I started to hum and finished my omelet, not realizing I had an audience. A high pitched, girlish squeal passed through my lips when I saw the people that had been added while I was in la la land. The big burly one chuckled, which cause Rose to slap him on the arm.

“Ow,” he pouted childishly. I giggled looking everyone over. Alice stepped beside me also giggling, “Hazel this is Emmett, Jasper, and Edward.” I stepped around the counter and pulled Emmett into a hug. He hugged me back lifting me up a little.

“It’s nice to meet you to Emmett.” I did the same with Jasper and Edward. Edward was a little more reluctant to hug me. And I didn’t fail to notice the shock look that came across his face when I pulled Jasper into a hug. But again I said nothing. They were just adding more proof onto my theory; they're vampires. I mean it’s really not that shocking to me because well, vampires LOVE fashion and having the latest fashion. So a lot of my clientele are vampires. I know more than I let on because showing knowledge leads to trouble. Just look at Galileo. He was almost killed for showing his knowledge. No I’d let them tell me when they were ready.

“When’s Carlisle going to be home,” Rosalie asked Edward.

“An hour or two if there is no trouble at the hospital.” While they talked I finished off my omelet because it was small.

“I love your outfit by the way,” Rosalie said bringing me back to Earth.

“Why thank you Rosie,” I smiled putting my dishes in the sink and washing them, “It’s one of my newer creations.” I walked over to the couch sinking down in it. Alice sat in front of me and Rosalie next to me on my right. Jasper sat on my left, Emmett sat next to Alice on the floor, and Edward sat in the recliner sort of secluded from us but still close.

“So,” Alice started bringing my attention to her, “Why did you move here from New York?” I chuckled knowing that someone would ask me this, “Well, as much as I love New York, it’s too loud and it is really hard for me to concentrate on my designs when I hear people screaming at each other through my walls. The air was also bad for my immune system. Plus I love the scenery here.” Rosalie nodded seeming to understand how I felt perfectly. Alice’s face scrunched up in disagreement causing me to laugh, “I see you disagree.”

“Why not Milan or Paris or London,” she asked dramatically.

“That was a thought but it seemed so cliché.”

“Where are you from,” Jasper asked cutting into the conversation. Once again I could see the surprise cross Edward’s features.

“Virginia but I grew up in Alabama,” I said with a small smile. The memories from my childhood weren’t that found but I didn’t want them to know that. “Where are you from Jasper?” I guess they weren’t expecting that question because brief panic came to Edward’s eyes and Alice, Rosalie, and Emmett visibly tensed. I knew that Rosalie and Jasper couldn’t be blood relatives because of their voices. When Jasper actually talked and was comfortable he had a faint southern accent. Rosalie’s accent was nowhere near southern.  

“I don’t remember my childhood,” jasper muttered his accent suddenly gone. I put my hand on his arm rubbing it softly trying to make him feel more comfortable. The conversation soon went back to me- well fashion. The boys were about to leave until they learned that I was the one who designed most of their clothes. They added another thing to my list of suspicions because most teenage boys at least new where they got their clothes from. They didn’t even know that. However it seemed I wasn’t the only suspicious one because I noticed Edward’s glare as he tried to read me? I don’t know but his eyes would narrow at me throughout the conversation when I wasn’t looking at him. It was kind of creepy that he was staring at me, constantly. It was the first time in years that I had felt that uncomfortable. The boys eventually left to so random things while Rosalie, Alice, and I talked about fashion.

“So what new designs do you have,” Rosie asked.

“Oh and do you have them with you if you do,” Alice added. I looked at the bemused by their questions, “Yes and yes. I’ll go get them.” I got up grabbing my keys so I’d be able to get into my car. When I opened the door I almost ran into a blonde haired god man. Confusion dawned on his features as he looked at me just as shocked.

“Who are you,” his voice matched his looks.