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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The alarm dragged me out of sleep far too gently for how early it was. 6:00 a.m. sharp.
I swung an arm out from under the blankets and silenced it before it could start again, then reached for my phone.
One missed message.
5:50 a.m.
Jennifer: You up?
I smiled despite myself.
Good morning, I typed back, then added, Want to call?
The reply came almost immediately.
Doing my makeup right now, but sure.
I rolled out of bed and crossed the room to the old computer in the corner—the one that sounded like it might give up every time I turned it on. As it booted, I opened the call app—
—and the incoming call notification popped up before I touched anything.
I answered without delay.
Jennifer's face filled the screen. She looked unfairly good for six in the morning—hair pulled back, glasses off, blue eyes clear and focused straight at the camera.
My chest tightened in that quiet, traitorous way it always did when I saw her.
She leaned closer to the screen, using the camera feed as a mirror as she carefully applied eyeliner, one hand steady despite the slight lag in the image.
"So," she said casually, lips twitching, "miss me yet?"
It made me laugh.
"Not just yet," I said. "The silence—and the lack of nagging from you—is actually pretty nice."
She fake-glared at me, nose scrunching up in that way that only she could pull.
"Insult already?" she said. "You think you're far enough away that I can't beat you up, is that it?"
Another laugh slipped out.
"Not really," I said. "It's been, what—twelve hours?"
She clicked her tongue. "Rude."
"I'm serious," I said. "I just woke up. I haven't had time to miss you yet."
"Wow," she muttered, leaning closer to the screen. "And here I was thinking you'd be devastated."
She adjusted the camera again, frowning slightly as she blended the eyeliner.
"Does this look even, or am I imagining things?"
"It looks fine."
"You always say that."
"Because it always looks fine."
She made a face, then shrugged and moved on. "It's freezing here. Why is it always cold in the morning?"
"That's Arizona for you," I said. "At least it warms up during the day. Forks doesn't even try."
She glanced at the corner of the screen. "Is it raining?"
"Yes."
"Still?"
"Yes."
"That's gross."
"Tell me about it."
"It'll be over soon don't worry," she said. "Don't get too comfortable."
"Trust me," I said. "I'm not. I still don't even have my class schedule. I might just wander around Forks High until someone tells me where I'm supposed to be."
"You're going to end up in the janitor's closet or something."
"Probably," I admitted. "At least it'll be dry in there."
She laughed. "You're definitely getting lost today."
"I'm already lost."
She capped the eyeliner and leaned back in her chair. "At least it's your first day. You don't really have to do anything yet."
"I still have to go," I said. "Which somehow makes it worse."
"Jealous," she said. "I have a Biology test."
"Damn, that's rough."
"Tell me about it."
She checked the time, then sighed. "Oh—by the way. I leave for L.A. in two weeks."
"I remember."
"Just reminding you."
"Thanks."
"And I might look at Culver University while I'm there," she added quickly. "Like… actually walk around the campus. See what it feels like in person."
"I know," I said. "You've mentioned it. Send me pictures if you go. I want to see what we're walking into in two years."
She smiled, satisfied. "Okay. Good. I'll be your unofficial tour guide. You're gonna love it."
She shifted in her chair, tugging her hoodie on while still watching herself on the screen.
"My mom woke me up at five again," she said. "Because apparently the kitchen counter 'felt sticky.'"
I winced. "At five?"
"Five," she repeated. "Then she went on this whole thing about how no one ever cleans properly and how she's the only one who notices."
"Oof."
"She didn't even clean it," Jennifer added. "She just talked about cleaning it. For, like, twenty minutes."
I laughed quietly. "Did you end up cleaning it?"
"Absolutely not," she said. "I just ate in my room to not deal with the rant."
She leaned closer to the camera again, fixing a strand of hair.
"Oh—and my aunt called last night. The one in L.A."
"The loud one?"
"The loud one," she confirmed. "She already wants to plan my entire visit. Dinners, shopping, meeting people I don't remember."
"Sounds exhausting."
"It is," she said. "And she keeps treating it like I'm just going on some vacation—sightseeing, shopping, whatever. She doesn't get that it's actually serious family stuff, you know?"
"Yeah"
"And worst of all," Jennifer continued, rolling her eyes so hard I thought they might fall off, "she keeps asking what I'm 'doing with my life,' like I'm not still in high school."
I snorted. "Rude."
"Right?" She rolled her eyes. "Anyway—what time do you have to leave?"
I glanced at the clock. "About thirty minutes."
"First day at Forks High," she said. "You excited?"
"Thrilled," I said flatly. "I might just stand in the hallway until someone adopts me."
She smiled. "I wish I could see that."
"You're terrible."
"I know," she said, pleased. "Hey—don't forget your jacket. You always do."
"I won't."
"Anyway—talk to you tonight? I still have to shower and get dressed."
"Alright then," she said. "Bye. Love you."
She leaned closer to the camera and blew a few exaggerated kisses.
"Love you too," I said, catching one with my hand and pressing it lightly to my chest before the call disconnected.
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The water was lukewarm at best, but it did enough to wake me up. By the time I was dressed—jeans, a hoodie, and, at Jennifer's insistence, a jacket—Bella was already by the door, pulling on her boots.
"You driving?" she asked, glancing at the keys in my hand.
"Yeah," I replied. "Unless you want to."
She shook her head. "You can."
We stepped outside into the drizzle. Not a storm—Forks never seemed dramatic about it. Just a constant, needling rain that soaked everything slowly.
The truck rumbled to life on the second try. Bella climbed in, pulling the door shut with a solid thud.
"Miss the rain?" she asked as we pulled onto the road.
"Not even a little," I said.
She huffed a quiet laugh. "I don't mind it."
Forks High came into view faster than I wanted it to. The building looked exactly how I remembered from the movie—low, gray, practical. Like it didn't expect much from you.
The parking lot was already half full.
As soon as we stepped out of the truck, I felt it—the looks. Curious. Heads turning. Conversations pausing just long enough to register us before dropping into quieter tones.
We walked side by side toward the entrance, rain misting the air. Someone whispered "Swan" as we passed.
I leaned a little closer to Bella. "If it helps, they'll get bored eventually."
"Comforting," she muttered.
Inside, the halls buzzed with voices and lockers slamming shut. Wet jackets brushed past us as we followed the signs toward the front office.
ADMINISTRATION.
"Do you know where we're supposed to go?" I asked.
"Vaguely," she said. "I think they give schedules at the front desk."
The secretary looked up as we approached, her smile widening with recognition.
"Well, look at this," she said. "The Swan twins."
Bella smiled politely. I nodded.
"We're here for our schedules," Bella said.
"Of course," the woman replied, already typing. "First day of school?"
"Yeah," I said.
She printed two sheets and slid them across the counter. "If you have any trouble finding your classes, just ask."
I picked mine up, scanning it. A jumble of room numbers and teacher names. Nothing immediately helpful.
Bella glanced at hers, then at me. "We don't have any classes together."
"Figures," I said. "That'd be too easy."
She folded her paper and slipped it into her bag. "We'll be fine," she said—more to herself than to me.
-_-
I slid into a desk in the front row, my goal simple: blend in, don't get noticed. Which, in a town like this, was apparently impossible. New face from Phoenix—might as well have worn a sign.
"Hey, new guy?" someone said behind me. Braver than most, since he actually spoke instead of just staring.
I turned. He was already holding out his hand.
I shook it. "Sup?"
"Hey," he said. "I'm Ben."
"Beau," I said back.
Before either of us could say anything else, the bell shrieked overhead. Conversation died instantly, chairs scraping as everyone faced forward.
The teacher took the stage with a quick roll call. I answered when my name came up. A few heads turned. A few whispers. Nothing dramatic.
The rest of the class blurred together—formulas, notes, hastily copied calculations I'd probably relearn properly once I got home. My second class went the same way. No friends made. No awkward introductions.
No shiny vampires either. Everything was going great.
Until the lunch bell rang.
Lunch was the part I'd been dreading, and for one very specific reason: Edward Cullen.
I assumed—hoped—that being Bella's twin meant I shared whatever mental quirk kept Edward out of her head. Some kind of built-in firewall. But assumptions weren't proof, and I wasn't exactly the protagonist of some story who could suddenly unlock parallel cognition to mask my real thoughts or invent a language to think in from birth.
I was lazy. Barely trained outside of team sports. I spent most of my free time doing nothing impressive at all.
I was human.
So the plan was simple. I'd think about things I absolutely shouldn't know and watch Edward's face. Or try to trick him by speaking in my head without moving my lips. If he showed even a flicker—shock, tension, anything—I'd come clean. Walk straight into the metaphorical slaughterhouse like a sheep with a guilty conscience.
I mean, what else was a normal human supposed to do?
The Cullens were supposed to be the good ones. The vegetarian vampires.
Here's hoping they didn't do instant executions.
I muttered one last prayer under my breath and pushed open the cafeteria doors.
As I walked in, I took in the cafeteria—the smell of spices hanging in the air, the constant hum of laughter and overlapping conversations.
Scanning the room, I spotted my sister almost immediately. She was seated at a table surrounded by Forks High's human cast list: Jessica, Angela, Eric, Mike, and Tyler. Like a scene I'd stepped into mid-shot.
Without hesitation, I headed over and slid into the empty seat beside Bella—just a second before Mike could make a move for it. I caught the flash of offense in his eyes, sharp and brief, but ignored it.
"Hey," I said, leaning slightly toward my sister.
Bella glanced at me, relief flickering across her face.
Looking at the confusion around the table, I figured I should probably say something before it got awkward.
"Uh—hey," I said, giving a small shrug. "I'm Beau. Bella's twin brother."
A beat of silence—then—
"Ohhh," Jessica said, like something had finally clicked. "That makes so much sense."
"Does it?" I asked.
She waved a hand. "Yeah. The whole… same face thing."
I didn't bother correcting her. Bella and I were fraternal twins, not identical ones, but it wasn't a battle worth fighting. I'd learned that a while ago.
"Oh—right," Jessica said quickly. "I'm Jessica. This is Angela."
Angela smiled politely. "Nice to meet you."
"Eric," Jessica added, nodding toward him.
"Hey," Eric said, giving me a small nod from across the table.
"Mike," she continued.
Mike tipped his head in my direction, a lazy smile stuck on his face.
"And Tyler."
"Yo," Tyler added, lifting his hand in a quick half-wave.
Just as the introductions wrapped up—and I was getting ready to dig into the sandwich my dear sister had packed for me—they made their entrance.
The Cullens.