This chapter is pretty much a repeat of the last one, just in Dr. Andrew’s POV. 8D Fun, right? Let’s hear what he thinks of all this nonsense
Chapter 4
Dr. Andrew’s POV
I walked into the waiting room. “The Cullens are in your office,” Amanda said. She sounded mad.
“Okay, thank you.”
“Whatever.” I walked over to my room and walked in, ignoring her. I looked around the room quickly. I had seen Carlisle around the hospital. I had felt jealous I have to admit once or twice how he had all the female nurses following him like stray puppies, even if I was happily married. His family, I found, was just as beautiful as him. Next to him was who a presumed was his wife. She had wavy, caramel colored hair and reminded me eerily of the 30’s somehow. Next to her was a girl was long, brown hair and a boy with tousled bronze hair. Next was a girl with long, blonde hair, a large boy with curly black hair, a girl who was incredibly short and had a black pixie cut, and a boy with curly blonde hair. This certainly was a large family. All of the children looked around eighteen, though the girl with the pixie cut looked significantly younger. They were all incredibly pale.
“I’m sorry I’m late. My meeting went longer than planned.” I went around the table and shook everyone’s hands. I stopped at the blonde girl and tried to shake her hand. She glared at me and went on to the next person. She frankly scared me. That was ridiculous. I was being stupid, she’s just a teenage girl. I sat down next to the blonde boy. “My name is Dr. Andrew. I am your family therapist. I believe that in order to help you, we have to get to know each other. Our likes and dislikes, our pasts, everything. Is everyone here?”
Just then I heard a noise coming from the bronze haired boy. Was he… growling? I didn’t have time to think about it as a the door opened and two more people came in. This time it was a much older looking boy with short, black hair and a girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen. She had incredibly curly bronze hair that went below her waist. Her hair was curiously the same color as the one boy.
“I’m sorry we’re late,” Ness said. “We lost track of time.” She was smirking. The boy was looking around. He seemed nervous. The girl sat down next to me and the boy next to her.
“Well, now that everybody’s here, let’s begin. Okay, we’ll start by going around the table. I want you to say your name and something about you, anything. I’ll start. My name is Andrew Wolfe. I play the violin.” I looked over at the blonde boy next to me. “Do you want to go next?”
“I have to I guess. I’m Jasper and I’m from Texas.” Jasper? I haven’t heard that name in a long time. The Texas thing explained his accent.
“Hmm, I’ve never been to Texas.” I looked at the short girl.
“I’m Alice and I like to shop. A lot.” She smiled. Her voice was high, like bells. Next was the large boy. He wasn’t large as in fat, but muscular.
“My name’s Emmett. I like to hunt.” He smirked, like something was funny. I had been hunting once or twice, but my wife Claire frowned upon it. I noticed the bronze hair boy pinch the bridge of his nose and the brown haired girl shake her head slightly.
“That’s interesting. I’ve gone hunting once or twice. What’s your game?”
“Mostly deer. It’s not my favorite, but I’m not complaining.” I don’t understand. Does it really matter what you kill?
“That’s great.” I looked at the blonde girl. She was studying her nails. Finally, she looked up at me. Her eyes were unfriendly.
“Fine,” she said in a bitter sweet voice. “My name is Rosalie Hale and I just love puppy dogs and long walks on sunny beaches. Happy?” She sounded nice.
