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, dramatically putting space between them. If Bella's volume wasn't usually that of a mumble, Alex wouldn't have heard her. "You don't see me judging you about sleeves in Phoenix." She shot back, glancing back with an arched brow, her heels clicking rhythmically. Bella huffed as they stepped out of the airport and into the doom and gloom that was Seattle. "There's nothing wrong with wearing long sleeves."

Alex scoffed quietly as her eyes surveyed the line of cars. "Bells, you'd wear sleeves in ninety-degree weather. People thought you were cutting yourself." The brunette rolled her eyes, the corner of her lips betraying her as they twitched up. "Thanks for the diagnosis, Dr. Alexandra," she deadpanned, shifting her bag against her hip. Alex hissed distastefully at the use of her full name. "I'm just saying, Isabella, sleeves in Phoenix were basically a cry for help."

"They stared at you, too," Bella shot back, her voice flat but laced with dry amusement. "It's hard not to when someone insists on wearing heels to an airport." Alex glanced down at the damp concrete beneath her shoes and gave a dramatic shrug. "What can I say, Bells? I suffer for the aesthetic." Her eyes flicked toward the flow of traffic beyond the curb, scanning for a familiar face. "Speaking of suffering, where's Dad?"

"Incoming," Bella muttered as headlights broke through the drizzle, catching on the sheen of wet pavement as a familiar cruiser pulled up. Alex's shoulders loosened imperceptibly, the corner of her mouth tugging upward. She didn't step forward, didn't wave as her sister did, but her eyes softened as the man climbed out of the car, awkward as ever. Charlie Swan gave his usual stiff, almost shy smile, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. "Girls." One would think she hadn't seen him months prior, and Bella the year before.