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Storyid: 3633872 FanFiction.net Name: Amber Eyes Author: <html><head> <META HTTP-EQUIV='Content-Type' CONTENT='text/html; charset=UTF-8'> <META NAME='ROBOTS' CONTENT='NOARCHIVE'> <META http-equiv='X-UA-Compatible' content='IE=EmulateIE7'> <meta name="description" content="Twilight, Romance/Angst, Peyton is an orphan. She's moving back to Forks to live with her childhood best friends. What will happen when she meets the newest Cullen? How will they all react? And how does her friend take it? 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It’s My Chemical Romance’s, and I take no credit for it. It’s all theirs. Also, Twilight etc. is Stephanie Meyers.. And I know that the Cullens aren't in this first chapter. Just bare with me, they'll make it within the next few, and yes that does include Bella and Edward. To make sure there are no confusions, Peyton is in Pleasant Grove, California to start off. Not Forks if that's what anyone thinks. By the way, this has since been edited from when I first put this up. This is new as of 1/18/09. Prologue: When something is thrust upon you, something beyond your wildest imaginations, when you must choose between loved ones, when the choice is a life-changing decision, it is then that greatness shines magnificently bright through you, or out surges your splendid stupidity. What do you choose when it not only effects yourself and your life, but the life of all those around you? This decision would decide what was going to happen for the rest of your existence, and could possibly fate your loved ones to a terrible life, or death. With stakes like these, what would you choose? A single choice is all you’ve got. This was the predicament I was in. I had to choose now, or I was for not but death. Chapter 1 Today was yet another Friday. I looked at the clock; 5:00 pm. This meant it was the beginning of a long, boring, unimportant and probable uneventful weekend that I would, as usual, spend with a bunch of people I didn’t even know by going to the California beaches or out with what few real friends I had. It of course also meant that, just about any moment now, my mother would come up the stairs to invite me to dinner with her and my dad. And as usual, I would regretfully decline the offer and make up some lame excuse as to why I couldn’t join them. Then, as always, she would ask a few more times if I’d like to come with them. It was routine. It’s just what happened on Friday nights at the Taylor household, located on Pacific Avenue. Rarely was this said routine ever broken, except on those very few and extremely rare occasions when I actually wanted to go with. As I sat there doing the last parts of my art project for my class at school, it was then as if on cue, my mother came up from downstairs. Unfortunately for her, tradition and routine would not be broken tonight but would stand firm. I wasn’t up for a night out with them. “Peyton dear, won’t you come with us tonight? You haven’t come in weeks,” she practically whined to me. “Sorry, Mom,” I replied without looking up at her, “today just isn’t one of those days.” I continually looked down at the picture I was drawing and waited for her to go away. Sighing softly, she walked away slowly after a couple of minutes, apparently giving up for the time being. But I knew better than that. I knew she’d be back up here shortly, asking me to come again. It wasn’t even that I just didn’t want to go out with her and my dad. It would be like that with anybody who happened to call or ask me to hang out tonight. It had been an awfully long week, I had a bunch of homework I still had to finish this weekend and I wanted to be by myself for a while. I didn’t understand why my mom found this so hard to understand, and yet she always did. And I guess that it was just too much to ask for because about an hour later, we had the same conversation as we had previously, only this time she was practically begging me to come along. Nothing out of the ordinary, but the look on her face as if she were pleading kind of bothered me. I wondered why she wanted me with her so bad tonight. But I again said I was busy and didn’t want to go, so she left, totally and completely unsatisfied with herself. It was a little past six when I finally emerged from my room for a quick bathroom stop and a snack. I walked down the stairs and saw my dad sitting at our family computer, still doing some of his work things. I felt bad for him. He honestly tried not to do this kind of stuff at home since he knew just how much it bugged me, but sometimes it just wasn’t possible. I stood in place for a while watching my dad carefully. His dirty blonde hair was in messy disarray, his greenish brown eyes searching the screen carefully. His slim figure was hunched over slightly, tired from all the work he’d done this past week I was sure. It was the busy season for his business right now and would be for the rest of the month. I started walking again and went by from behind him. “Hi Daddy,” I said to him as I walked by. “Hey honey. How are you doing?” he asked me, looking up from the screen. “I’m alright. Just a little hungry, so I’m grabbing a snack right now.” I walked into the kitchen and pulled open the pantry door. I reached into the nearest box and brought out a granola bar, and a bag of cheddar and sour cream chips in the other. “What you working on?” I called as I began walking back toward him. “Oh this thing?” he asked, nodding his head toward the screen. “It’s just a new project they want to start. Not that you really care all that much, but it will make it so the website for the bank will actually work faster and more efficiently. It is a great new development going on,” he said nodding to himself distractedly. I smiled at him. I could have sworn sometimes that my father had ADD. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck from behind him. “Well, as interesting as that sounds, I’m going back up to my room to finish some homework for next week.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek and started to walk away with a bag of chips in my hand, half of them already stuffed into my mouth. “Love you Daddy,” I told him barely comprehensible, my mouth completely full of dried out and seasoned potato slices. “I love you too baby girl. I know you will but just to be safe, I’m saying it anyway. Make sure you get that homework done. There’s no reason to ruin your grades now. This is the last term before you start applying for colleges.. You can easily get a scholarship if you keep the grades up as you always have. And you wouldn’t have to hold a job through college then either.” “Yep, I know Daddy. That’s the plan. You know how I am; not going to work if I don’t have to! Have a good night tonight with mom,” I told him smiling. He turned his chair around to look at me. “You could come with us you know. We’re not all that bad are we?” he asked with an eyebrow raised. I gave a small chuckle. “No, I suppose you’re not. But I really do need to do that homework.” His lips curved upwards slightly in understanding. “I guess you’re right,” he said, turning back to the screen. “Now go and do I say. That homework better be done by the time I get home with your mother.” “It will be Dad. It will be,” I told him, slapping his arm playfully. He grinned back at me then turned to face the desktop again. “Bring me back some food!” I called to him as I reached the stairs. He started to nod absentmindedly and I knew it was pointless to say anything more to him. He’d only be half paying attention, and I didn't want to disturb him any more. I walked back up the stairs and continued to the end of the hallway, straight into the bathroom. After flushing the toilet, I grabbed a brush and ran it through my hair before walking out from the way I came. I took a left at the first door that lead into my bedroom. I closed myself into my small place of solace and plopped myself onto my bed again. I put the bag of chips next to me, picked up my pencil and squishy eraser and began to draw again. It was maybe twenty minutes tops from when I had locked myself away again that my mom and I had our repetitive conversation for yet another time that night. She called out to me as she and my Dad were walking out the garage door to the car. “Peyton! We’re leaving! Are you sure you won’t come?” “No, Mom! I’ve answered this already! Bye, you two!” I yelled back at them through the closed door of my bedroom. By now, I was really starting to get agitated. It wasn’t as if we didn’t always have this conversation, but for some reason, tonight it was as if she were pulling teeth. After all, that was what; the third time tonight we had had this conversation? I no longer cared how many times I had had the conversation before. It was beginning to get ridiculous. I turned up my music so I could ignore the next ‘departure’ as if I’d never heard it. Then there was that infamous knock on my door. We were both well aware that I heard it and there was no point in trying to ignore it. “Come in,” I groaned from my bed. “Why don’t you please come with us tonight, honey? You can pick the restaurant and then we’ll…” My eyes turned up to glare at her. “No, Mother! If I wanted to come with you, I’d ask to. Why do you insist on pestering me constantly? Honestly, it’s getting really annoying now.” She sighed, “I just don’t want to see you by yourself so much Peyton. You’ve changed so much since I started working again. It feels like I don’t even know you anymore. I want to be able to get to know my daughter again, as I once did. I just want us to be a close family again, like we used to be, honey.” I gave a harsh forced laugh. “And if I don’t want you to get to know me better then what?” I growled. “You’ll ground me? Please, be my guest! Half the time I’d rather stay home than leave to hang out with people that don’t even matter anyway!” I spat. “Sweetheart, I just want to see you happy,” she said softly. “Oh yeah? Well, maybe I’d be happier if you weren’t constantly around, never giving me a moment’s peace. I have enough people bothering me at school, ‘trying to be my friend’ and I don’t need more of it at home! Ugh, sometimes, I really wish you had died in that accident three months ago. Maybe then things would be a bit smoother around here! I wouldn’t have to keep listening to your babbling anymore!” I yelled at her. I could feel my anger getting out of control now, and I could just imagine the hurt I had just caused my Mom. When I actually dared to look at her face, I saw it stricken with pain, her face contorted into something awful, and I saw her eyes begin to well up with tears even from where I sat a few feet away. “I wonder,” she whispered, as she looked deeply in my eyes, “if I were to die tonight, would you regret having said that?” She looked down to the ground as her feet began to shift back and forth where she stood. She started to walk away slowly then stopped. As I looked at her, I saw a tear roll down her cheek. Her hand was on the doorway, her head down and half facing me with her back towards me. “I love you, Peyton. Never forget that,” she said so gently, so quietly, it was barley audible. I wasn’t so sure if she’d even said it or if it was all in my imagination. And with that, she walked away down the stairs and through the kitchen to the car parked in the garage I sat there on my bed, shaking uncontrollably from anger and pain, as I listened to the car pull away from the house and drive off. I was still amazingly angry, not just at my mom, but at myself too for causing her pain. I had never seen her like that. I immediately forced myself to shrug that feeling off. I wasn’t going to dwell on something as trivial as her being sad or mad, or whatever it was she was. Instead, I decided to go on a run so I could think and clear my head without distractions to get in the way. Surely the fresh air would do me some good. Bad idea. It’s not like it was my fault this happened, I told myself as I ran through the neighborhood. She’s the one that kept on asking over and over. I had given her my answer and if she didn’t want to accept it, then that was her problem. That at least was what I kept on trying to tell myself. But for some reason I couldn’t get the words she spoke to me out of my mind. And the look in her eyes, they seemed to be burning, and I couldn’t understand why they had suddenly changed tonight. After all, this was only routine, right? It was cold out, amazingly cold for California. However it was the beginning of November, so it was only to be expected I supposed. I had on a hoodie and some sweat pants with my shorts underneath. My hood was on and the earphones were in my ears, listening to my upbeat and ‘pump me up’ music. I could tell this run was longer than most I had done in a while but I didn’t care. It didn’t matter that my lungs and throat were burning, begging for warmth. I had to keep trying to calm myself down. But I realized soon that it was only making it worse, if anything. Would I regret what I said to her? I wondered. There had been plenty of times over the last few months that I had felt like I had told her. “But would I truly regret it?” I whispered aloud into the brisk evening. My run accomplished absolutely nothing except have my head hurt even worse, and make my muscles worn out and sore. When I got home, I went back up to my room, lay on my bed, and turned whatever was in my CD player up to full blast. My mind kept racing through that argument. It wouldn’t get out of my head no matter what I would do. I was just lying on my bed trying to relax when I felt a vibration go off in my hoodie pocket. I looked down and saw the cell phone light on through my sweats. I stuck my hand in and pulled out the phone to look at the picture ID of who was calling. It was Mike; the closest thing to a best friend that I had besides my cousin. I flipped it open and brought it to my ear. It was really loud on the other end and I could hardly make out his voice that seemed somewhere far away in the background. “Hey Peyton! What are you up to?” he called into the phone. I pulled it slightly away from my ear, away from the noise. “Not much Mike just about to finish up this picture I have to draw for art. Where are you? I can barely understand a word you’re saying!” “I’m over at Jaden’s house!” I heard him scream over the noise. “He’s having a bash for the end of the football season since state is next week! Why don’t you come over and have some fun?! Everyone’s here and people are asking for you!” I sighed softly and made a face that was known only to me. Jaden Starks; greatest running back the state of California had ever seen. I rolled my eyes; at least that’s what everybody else thought of him. Personally, I couldn’t stand the kid. In my eyes, he was nothing more than the epitome of the typical all-American jock. “Hey, Mike do you care if I pass tonight? Honestly, I really need to get these drawings done this weekend,” I told him, wishing he’d understand just this once. “Oh come on! It will be fun Pey! People are asking you know. They think you’ve found other people to hang out with, and it looks kind of bad for your reputation.” I rolled my eyes. As if I really cared what all of them thought about me. It wasn’t like any of them actually cared about the real me anyway. They just wanted me there to say that they had hung out with me, which I didn’t even understand. I don’t see what they all found so fascinating about me. I didn’t even want the popularity I had. In face, I’d give up most anything to be rid of it. “Oh no, my reputation? Whatever shall I do?” I mocked at him. I could hear him laugh a little on the other line. He knew how little I cared about other peoples’ opinions. In fact, I told him that on a regular basis so to be sure he’d never forget it. “Listen, Mike. Since you know how much I care about what they have to say about me, just tell them all I wish I could be there, but seriously, I need to get this stuff done or my GPA for this term is going down the drain. Tell them that next week when we win state, I’ll stay out all night with them. But this is the last weekend before term ends, and I absolutely have to get this done! Call me if you need a ride home later, I’m sure I’ll be around.” I could actually hear him huff on the other line when I told him I wasn’t going to come over. I felt my lips curve upwards into a smile. Such a drama king. “Peyton,” he begged. “I’ll do anything to get you here. I promise! I’ll even get you that new Foo Fighters CD if that’s what it takes! Please? There’s an amazing live band in the backyard and everything!” I rolled my eyes at the prospect and laughed silently to myself. What Mike Taggart would do to get me to go places with him. “Get real Mike. It’s not happening. And I’m sure they’re not that good. You, Braden and I could do better just making something up like we do in your garage!” “Maybe, if you really feel that way, then come!” he tried to convince me. My eyes rolled again, although he couldn’t see. There was absolutely no way I was going to Jaden Starks house to play at random for his lame party. And Mike very well knew that, and yet that didn’t stop him. “Come on, it’ll be fun, I promise you! Please?!” he pleaded with me yet again. I chuckled lightly. ...
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