π΅πππππππππ | Jasper Hale | Twilight Saga
The perpetually overcast skies of Forks, Washington, seemed to sigh a familiar welcome as the old red truck rattled down the main street. Echomira Swan, usually a whirlwind of energy, was unusually quiet, her gaze fixed on the blur of rain-streaked evergreens.
Beside her, Bella was already lost in thought, her profile illuminated by the occasional passing streetlight. It had been a long flight from Phoenix, and the jet lag was a thick, fuzzy blanket over Connie's usual vivacity.
"Forks, population 3,120," Charlie, their dad, announced from the driver's seat, his voice gruff but warm. He paused, then added, "Make that 3,122 now, right, Bells?"
Bella mumbled a noncommittal agreement, her eyes still distant. Connie, however, offered a small, tired smile. She nudged her twin. "Way to sound thrilled, Isabella." Bella gave her a sheepish grin.
Soon, the truck pulled into the familiar driveway of their childhood home. The house, small and unassuming, seemed to breathe a quiet welcome. Connie stepped out, stretching her limbs, and took a deep breath of the damp, cool air. It was a world away from the sun-baked streets of Arizona, but it feltβ¦right.
She watched as Charlie and Bella began the awkward dance of father-daughter reunion, a familiar scene that always made Connie want to mediate. But for once, she let it unfold, a faint grin playing on her lips. This was Forks. And whether it wanted it or not, Forks was about to get a whole lot more interesting.
