"Between the late sun, thief of shadows, and the morning sun, for whom the river would not part. I would say fall on us, green mountains. I would say cover us, green hills."
Jasper Hale × OC
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¶chapter one¶
°are we there yet°
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Luther, or more commonly called 'Lu' by his friends and family, stared out of the window of their family car. Green. He saw green.
All they passed was a forest. And it was not of the one cheery-looking forest he liked, no, it was dark, mist covering half of it, the clouds hiding the glaring sun, rain threatening to fall upon them.
Luther grumbled under his breath, his baby blue eyes focused on the gloomy weather outside in a glare. He felt a body move slightly and a head on his shoulder.
Looking down at the blond curls he saw his sister sleeping on his shoulder, soft snores coming from her mouth, her nose twitching from time to time. He liked her like that. Peaceful. Asleep. And by the smile on her sleeping face, he guessed she was dreaming of something bright.
At least she could escape the nightmares sometimes. Not often, but maybe enough, Daisy Hendrix slept peacefully.
That was not the case for him. But she helped. Somehow she could sense when he was having a nightmare yet again, or maybe she was hearing his whimpers in the middle of the night. And she came into his room, tucked herself in his bed and they talked all night.
Every night. It was so heartbreaking for his sister (not that she would admit it to him, but he could see it in her face), that she finally moved from her room to his. He appreciated her for that(not that he would say it to her face; her ego is big enough without him helping her).
He looked at the front seat of the bright yellow bug of a car, where their parents talked in hushed voices. He was too tired to eavesdrop, but he guessed they were talking about them. He moved a little, careful not to disturb his sister, as he focused on their mother.
Joy Hendrix. What a fitting name. She was the epitome of sunshine and happiness. Maybe that's why their father was so drawn to her all these years ago. Not that he stayed for long, from what Luther has heard.
Joy was driving, her blue eyes focused on the road, but Lu could see her mind drifting off to that one question that every one of the Hendrix family asked themselves for the past week.
Would they be happy here? Was that the right choice?
Lu could see his mother shake her head, her long blond curls flying around, as she tried to focus on something more positive. He could tell it wasn't working by the strained smile she tried to pull off.
He looked down, seeing the joined hand is his mother and father, holding each other with a gentle grip, his father's thumb making soothing circles at the back of Joy Hendrix's hand.
Luther looked at his step-father. He was a big contrast to the whole Hendrix family. While he, his sister, and mother had blond hair and bright blue eyes, David Hendrix had brown short hair that he sometimes let grow to his shoulder and chocolate brown eyes that melted beautifully in the sun.
They were young, their parents. His mother met their father when she was just 18, and thus he and his sister were made. He left them. They don't like to talk about him too much. Daisy and Lu had met him one or two times and loved their shared moments, but it was not enough.
Joy Hendrix then met the man of her dreams. David Forbes, who later changed his last name to match theirs and to be one mismatched family. A happy one. And they were happy.
Lu looked down at his sister, who was still sleeping peacefully. He couldn't bring himself to move and risk for her to wake up. She rarely got any good sleep, nightmares plaguing her mind most of the time too. So he let her be to her snoring, even tho it annoyed him enormously, and looked out of the window, just when they passed the sign that told them they reached their new home.
Forks, Washington. Lu didn't know why they had to move here. No, wait, he knew why they moved, but he didn't know why it had to be one of the most gloomy town in America. He and his sister loved the sun, they bathe in it.
And Forks was the gloomiest and darkest place they could be, the sun rarely shining over the town. He hated it.
"Are we there yet?" he heard his sister grumble, sleep evident in her voice. He rolled his eyes.
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Word Count: 773
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