Recommence ° Edward Cullen[Rewriting]

PART 1; TWILIGHT

Chapter One \ Forks, Washington

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"Do you have to dress like that? It's Forks." Her sister grumbled, purposely walking just out of arm's length. At first glance, they could be mistaken for strangers. "You didn't see me judging you about sleeves in Phoenix." Alex sniped, glancing back with an arched brow, her heels clicking rhythmically as they walked the wide corridor. 

Bella grimaced as they stepped out of the airport and into the doom and gloom that was Seattle on a rainy day. "There's nothing wrong with wearing long sleeves."

Alex scoffed quietly as her eyes surveyed the long line of cars. "There is when it's in ninety-degree weather. People asked me all the time if you were," she mockingly lowered her voice to a whisper, "self-harming." The brunette rolled her eyes though her expression remained light. "And what did you tell them, Alexandra?" she questioned, her tone flat as she shifted her bag against her hip. 

The eldest of the pair hissed distastefully at the use of her full name. "What was I supposed to say, Isabella? That you were all well and good, just socially awkward as hell?" Alex made a show of considering her own words before she shook her head as if it were a hard feat to accomplish. "That wasn't as fun as watching them squirm thinking that maybe you were actually going through some shit."

Bella snorted quietly at her side. "You love making people suffer, huh?" Alex flashed her a cheeky grin, her eyes glinting in the dim light. "You know me so well, Bells." The young woman snickered, her gaze catching a glimpse of a familiar vehicle as it crept closer with the line of cars. At the sight, Bella grimaced. "Incoming," the brunette muttered as headlights broke through the drizzle, reflecting off the sheen of wet pavement as the cruiser pulled up.

Alex watched with a subtle expression of delight as the car came to a stop and a man clambered out, returning Bella's wave with an eye-crinkling smile. Charlie Swan approached them with his hands in his pocket, a spitting image of his daughter down to the awkward air she had inherited. "Hey, Bells," he greeted the brunette first as she moved forward, enveloping him in a hug that, for a moment, took him aback. "Hey, Dad."

Alex bit her bottom lip against an amused smile as Charlie buffered for a second or two before he returned the embrace. Over her shoulder, his and Alex's eyes met. "Heya, kiddo." Alex squinted at him as Bella pulled back, freeing up their father's arms so he could pull her into an embrace. "You're going gray, dad." 

The man huffed, his lips tugging up into a small smile. "Glad to have you back, kid."

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"Alex!"

Alex took a minute to drag herself from her closet and poke her head through her open door, peering out just as Bella did, an incredulous frown on her lips. "Who's that?" The male voice wasn't one she recognized, but Alex remembered it well. "Jake—Jacob Black—and probably his dad, Billy." The eldest of the two fully stepped out of her room, her hands making quick work to put her curls up in a loose bun while she beckoned with a tilt of her head for Bella to follow.