This was originally called Untitled. It's a story that I think will be really good. It takes place during the summer, and maybe would be better if I wrote during the summer, but who cares! It's starting to feel like summer here. I think it has big potential. It's going to be quite longish, too! If I can manage to put in what I want to put in.

I don't remember how it was inspired, but I am excited for it!

It's All Human, since I can't seem to get off the band wagon.
Enjoy!

Clandestine

Chapter One: Home

Growing up in a small town left me with big dreams. Since I was young, I'd dreamt of being the best concert pianist I could be- and I was actually well on my way.

I'd been offered scholarships everywhere, for my academics and my compositions. Mother couldn't be prouder of her boy genious, and she took the opportunity to show me off whenever she could.

That was the main reason I chose to go to school as far away as possible. I only ever came home to play for mothers' christmas and thanksgiving partys.

I found myself at the end of my sophomore year, on a plane back to Seattle for the summer. As I stared out the window at the fluffy clouds, growing thicker and grayer with every mile gained towards home, I had this overwhelming sense of dread.

What would I do cooped up in Forks for three months? How was I going to be able to stand my mother's garden parties and evening parties and every other kind of party imaginable?

No doubt she'd attempt to match me up with some girl she knew. Some upper class, high-strung snob of a woman, and attempt to convince me we were a perfect match.

My mother was as old fashioned as they come, I decided, as I slipped into the car she'd sent for me. She couldn't even come herself to pick up her eldest child.

The music did little to settle me as I drove past the 'Welcome to Forks' sign. Here, the clouds were a little more dense, nearly black with the weight of ther water.

I drove by all the familiar streets, the tiny rural avenues filled with colourful, small houses. I smiled with nostalgia, cruising by a convenience store, my old highschool.

Then, I turned down a lonely steet, hidden with trees, covered in their foliage. Bright, vibrant green. My mother's house was there, obnoxiously displayed with its huge lawn reaching down to the road, giant bushes and the flower beds. White, with yellow trim.

I pulled up the cobblestone driveway, stopping behind my cousins expensive new car.

I didn't move.

Instead, I breathed in and out, as if calming myself would somehow reduce this seasonal sentence. I threw open the door, stepped outside and wrestled my suitcases out of the trunk.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, I thought as I saw my parents rush outside to meet me, elation written all over their faces. Maybe, for the most part, I'd be right.

"Edward, I'm so happy you're home!" Mother squealed, throwing her arms around my shoulder. "Just wait until Alice sees you - she's been so excited!" I grinned. My cousin Alice was my twin soul in this world. She was the only peron I could really put up with for any length of time.

"Edward!" I heard another voice yell. I looked past my parents to see my younger brother running towards me. I bent down and let him run int my arms. At thirteen, Emmett was a big kid. Tall, I mean, and he played so many sports his muscles were starting to grow, too.

"Hey, Em!" I exclaimed. "How've you been?"

"Awesome!" he yelled. "I got on the soccer team! Do you wanna play later?"

I grinned. "Sure thing, guy, just give me a chance to settle down, first." He grinned and ran around the house into the backyard. I looked up into the third floor window and saw Alice peering out behind the curtain. She smiled and waved at me softly, and I waved back with as much energy as I could. She smiled wider and disappeared from the window.

"It's so good to have you home," my mother sighed, pulling me into another hug. I smiled and placed my hand on her back as I walked with her up to the door.

The inside of the house was the same, just as familliar and stuffy and uncomfortable as it had been when I left. The living rooms that you don't actually use, the dining rooms you used once a year; they were all there. All as pristine as when I left. I hurried up the stairs before my mother could say anything else to me.

My room was waiting, at the end of the hallway on the third floor. I made a dash to it, the wheels on my suitcases rumbling along the hardwood floors and expensive rugs. Alice's room was adjacent to it, so I waved at her while I pushed open the door and fell inside.

The fresh smell of my bedroom. The window had been left open to air it out. I hadn't been home in a couple months now. But it was so good to be here, back in my own bed. I left the suitcases by the door, and slumped onto the mattress, the comfortable blankets so soft around me. I sunk into the duvet, breathed in the summer fresh scent.

"Hello, stranger," a soft voice said from my doorway. I leaned up, creating five chins, I'm sure as I looked at Alice. She was leaning in the doorway, the sleeves of her sweater pulled down over her hands. "I've missed you." I sat up straighter and held my arms out to her, smiling widely. Alice danced towards me and leaned down, wrapping her arms tightly around me, squeezing me to her. "God, I missed you..." she murmured.

"I'm sorry. Has it been bad?" I asked. Two reasons I asked. Alice's parents died when she was a baby, so she'd been living with us ever since. And, Alice was having a bit of trouble with a special talent of hers, one that my mother never wanted to hear of. She smiled and wiped at the tears on her cheeks.

"Not too bad. I haven't had very many. When I have had them, I've been up here. I stay up here a lot lately." She sat down next to me and I rubbed her back. She stared down at the floor. I noticed she was wearing black sweatpants and a grey knit sweater. Alice was very fashionable. And, since hearing of the story of her parents for the first time, she'd taken to using clothes as a sort of mood indicator, so I knew today was not a good day. She was a year younger than me, but more like my twin sister than anything.

"What have the visions been about?" I asked softly, so that no one would hear.

"Me and you, mostly."

"Anything bad?" She smiled.

"Definitely not. It's not us together, it's us, separate, with other people. I think, they're really important people to us."

"Who would that be?" I wondered out loud.

"I don't think we've met them yet," she mumbled. The two of us were quiet, staring ahead. My mother's voice echoed through the house, calling me downstairs. I sighed and Alice giggled. "Let's just go," she said sweetly. The two of us hurried down the stairs before she could yell any louder.

"Edward honey," Mother called from the kitchen. "I'd like to talk to you. Alice, could you set the table for me, dear?" Alice nodded and picked up the cutlery and plates, giving me a look with her eyes that meant that I was in for some sort of news.

I stood against a counter, staring at my mother's hands stirring a pot of sauce, waiting for her to say what she wanted to say. "I've found you a job for the summer," she finally said, softly.

"What?!" It was out of my mouth louder than I could imagine, before I could really think. "Why do I need to work?!" I exclaimed. Alice poked her head in from the dining room.

"Edward, calm yourself," Mother said softly, reaching into the fridge. "You'll be a piano teacher, it's not far away, and it's only for a few hours every day. You remember Marie Swan?" I vaguely remembered an older woman that Mother loved to gossip about. "Her youngest daughter wants to learn, and she's willing to pay you a very reasonable sum."

"But Mother, the Swans?" I whined. "You hate them!"

She turned and glared at me. "Yes, well, it's not like I'm sending you off to marry the girl! For goodness sake's Edward, she's in Emmett's class. Just go over there, and teach her how to play the piano. It'll be good for your savings." I'm not sure if you realise, that being home for the summer, to me, meant not working. It meant relaxing, finding someone I'd be interested in- even in the small town of Forks. And, it meant relaxing, not teaching some spoiled rich girl how to play the piano.

"Mother, why did you have to agree to this?" I whined as I followed her into the dining room, carrying a pot full of food. "I really do not want to teach anyone this summer." She turned to me, her look one that would kill.

"Edward, I will not hear anymore of this. You are driving to the Swan's house tomorrow, and you are teaching that girl how to play the piano, do you understand?" I nodded. It was pointless to try and fight with her. I opened the glass door leading outside to call Emmett indoors and we sat down around the table, dishing up our plates as I tried to control the rage inside of me. I was clenching my teeth so tightly, I was going to get a headache.

Mother looked furious, glancing at me every now and then, as if daring me to fight with her. I looked over at Alice who had a smug grin on her face. When she caught my eye, it widened and she winked. It made me wonder, what exactly was going to happen tomorrow.

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