Le Temps De L'innocence (Twilight) {Edward Cullen}

Les Pas

It would've been the wildest form of blasphemy for me to say that I liked the situation my mother had put me in.

Of course, Renee didn't actually want me to leave but at the end of the day, if it made her happy I was all in.

Phil, her new husband, drove us to the airport. In the grand city of Phoenix, Arizona the temperature read a sunny seventy-five degrees, the sun kissed my skin even from inside the car. I caught Renee looking at me through the side mirrors.

I smiled at her.

In the Olympic Peninsula of northwest Washington State, a small town named Forks exists under a near-constant cover of clouds. It rains on this inconsequential town more than any other place in the United States of America. My mother ran away from this town with me when I was just a mere baby. It was also there where I was forced, by law and by Renee sometimes, to spend summers in with my father up until I was fourteen. That was the year I fought against it, Charlie, my father, compiled and we vacationed for two weeks in California instead.

Forks was the destination now, of course, Renee's face seemed so worried through the mirror I was using to watch her from now. I surpressed a sigh, worried she would beg again and wear me down.

She did anyways, of course, "Frankie," she started, turning to me, "this is ridiculous."

I faked a smile, so used to repeating this lie it felt almost real. "It'll be fine, Mom."

The thick eyebrows framing her eyes slanted up in her pleading face and I laughed. I assured her again, two times, before we were even at the airport.

Her hair was wrapped up- protecting her delicately braided hair- and her childlike eyes stared at me with the full force of her pleading when the number of my flight was called.

"Don't worry about me." I said to her, holding her shoulders. "I'll be perfectly fine."

Her eyes filled with tears now and I had to mask on a face and pretend she was being silly. Usually, I would've passed it along as ridiculous- Renee cried for the smallest things- but today, today I had a reason to cry along with her.

"Tell Charlie I said hi." She whispered.

"Of course, take care." I looked over at Phil behind her as she held me in a tight hug. "Take care of her." I pleaded at him, he nodded, flashing me a grin.

I spent the four-hour flight to Seattle thinking over what the car ride with Charlie was going to be like. The weather, as expected, was going to be horrid so when he asked me about it, I would have to pretend I wasn't iserable over it. And if he asked about Renee, I would have to pretend I haven't always worried he wasn't completely over her. Whatever he decided to talk about, it would not be easy to avoid.

Charlie, though, was considerably quiet. Every summer I forget how much alike we really are, Renee mentioned it every now and then but it always breezes through, I forget too often. Charlie was quiet and reserved and was particularly good at avoiding talking about his emotions.

It was raining when he had picked me up in Port Angeles, we rode in his cruiser. Chief of Police Swan could really sweep right through traffic in that.

"You haven't changed much, Franks." Charlie told me, looking over at me momentarily before turning back to the road. "How's Renee?"

I frowned, feeling uncomfortable already. "She's good."

"Happy?"

I nodded, fidgeting with my hands, "happy." I agreed.

"I found a good car for you." He said almost proudly. I turned to him fast, catching something in the way he said it.