one, erik yorkie
twilight

CLOVER was dressed in her most famous t-shirt, the one with a clever math pun printed on it — something about dividing by zero that only someone who liked maths would know — something Peter Parker would know for sure. Something she probably assumed Peter Parker even wore when she wasn't watching him on a television screen or reading about him in a comic.

Can you tell he's her favourite?

Over it, she had thrown on one of her father's hand-me-down flannels, its edges fraying slightly from how often it's been worn. Not only did she wear it a lot, she did everything from fixing up the truck with her dad, to gardening with her grandma in it. Her jeans fit snugly against her legs, brand new and only slightly uncomfortable because of their unworn feeling. All while her old tie-up shoes looked like they might give out if she bent her foot the wrong way. She kept wearing them anyway, ignoring the thin tears forming along the sides.

She loved her shoes, and the pair she'd wearing were limit edition and they don't make them anymore. She probably should have cherished them better, kept them for special occasions, but she couldn't just let them go to waste.

"Kids!" Wyatt yelled from the front door, his voice booming through the house like it always did when they were running late, something that wasn't too uncommon. He stood waiting, jacket in hand, eyes flicking up the stairs. After two days in Forks, Wyatt couldn't stall any longer, Monday had rolled around and his first day teaching at the high school was here. "Let's go! I can't be late!"

He truly should have been there already, because he'd be there by time all the students were sitting down in their desks wondering where their new teacher was. All because of his kids, but he loved em anyways.

Juno was the first to emerge, bouncing down the stairs with her usual energy. She was wrapped up in an oversized hoodie that made her look even smaller than she was, the fabric hanging off her shoulders and brushing against her hands. Her hair was a little messy from tossing and turning all night — nerves kept her up — but her tired eyes still sparkled with something that looked like a bright happiness.

"Good morning, Dad!" she said cheerfully, though the slight crack in her voice gave away her exhaustion. Wyatt would make her go to bed early, he knew the importance of sleep, he had been like her once too, a single dad working and sleeping for an hour a time some days.

Clover came next, barreling down the stairs so fast she nearly missed the last step. Her balance wobbled for a split second before she regained control, her hand brushing against the railing as she made a beeline for the front door. Not a word, no "good morning" or "hey" for her dad and sister, she just grabbed the keys off the hook and pushed past them.

When Wyatt finally shrugged on his jacket and stepped outside, the truck was already running, the windows beginning to fog up from the heat inside. Clover had the heater cranked up to the max, the truck warm and toasty.

She was sitting in the backseat, a book propped open in her lap. The book had a permanent home there, waiting for moments like this — whenever there were long drives or when she was stuck waiting for her dad or sister.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Wyatt said, glancing over his shoulder as he climbed into the driver's seat. Clover didn't look up but gave him a little nod, her attention still on the pages of her book. Wyatt appreciated it, though.

Clover always made sure things were ready to go. She was the one who'd warm up the truck, brush snow off the windshield, or make appointments to get the tires changed. Wyatt never really understood why she took such an interest in making sure everything was done, it just happened one day. It was just who she was, maybe, quietly dependable but had the coordination of a one legged duck.

That was one of the big differences between the twins.

Clover was thoughtful, gentle — a dreamer who believed in magic and peace despite the world telling her that it was a myth.

Juno, on the other hand, was fierce and bold, someone who relied on logic and facts but wasn't afraid of chaos if it meant protecting the people she loved.

No one could forget the time Juno slammed someone into a locker for teasing Clover. She hadn't even thought twice about it, just did it and welcomed the consequences with open arms and a grin on her face. Her dad had been fuming when he showed up that day, yet once they were home he smiled and told her he was proud that she stood up for her sister.

"I'll walk you both to the office, and then I have to go straight to class. Got it?" Wyatt said, his tone soft and caring as he glanced at Juno in the passenger seat and Clover through the rearview mirror. "I have you both for math, so I'll see you right after lunch."

"Okay, Dad," Clover replied, her voice soft but cheerful, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. She flashed a small, bright smile, one of those smiles that felt like a beam of sunlight cutting through the shitty Forks clouds.

Juno didn't say anything, her mouth set in a tight line as she stared out the window. She wasn't thrilled about her schedule. Out of all her classes, gym and math were the only ones she shared with Clover. Everything else — advanced english, history, biology — was filled with students who were just as smart as she was. She liked the challenge, the way those classes pushed her, and it paid off, too. Juno was on track to graduate early, needing only that last math credit to be done.

Still, the idea of leaving Clover behind left a nasty taste in her mouth that she didn't want to think about. So she probably wouldn't graduate early, and keep taking electives to fill up her time.

"Have a good day, girls," Wyatt said as he stepped out of the truck and onto the school grounds. "Unless you do want me to walk to into the school?"

He opted not to walk them inside when he saw everyone staring, but paused and gave them the chance to walk with him if they chose, figuring that was a dad move too far. They both shook their heads, and he understood. "See you later."

The office was quiet when they arrived, the familiar hum of a new school settling into the background as Clover and Juno waited for their schedules. They glanced at the papers, double-checking classrooms and teachers before stepping outside.

And that's when Eric Yorkie appeared, heading over to them with all the energy of someone who thrived on being the center of attention.

"Hi! You're Clover and Juniper Swan, right? The twins? Cousins to the famous Bella Swan!" Eric's voice was bright and slightly dramatic as he hooked an arm around each twin, pulling them into his personal space. "I'm Eric, the eyes and ears of this place."

Clover, feeling slightly uncomfortable, smiled anyways. "Hi, Erik."