chapter ; one

title ; uncle toby

act one ; twilight

Isla Wilson sat in the driver's seat of her grandmother's light yellow volkswagen Beetle. The forks family's pride and joy if you must. Somebody To Love by Queen was playing over the speakers. Very nice speakers that she had gotten installed just so she could blare Queen.

Her window was rolled down the slightest bit, allowing the fresh scent of rain to float around the air. A small bark caught the teenagers' attention. She glanced over to her passenger seat quickly, spotting her dog, Snacks, leaning out the window. She had just gotten the dog a few days ago. With her grandparent's permission of course. She had been living in forks for a little while now, and she had gotten lonely—hence why she had gotten a puppy.

The dog had his tongue sticking out of his mouth which was gross, but adorable at the same time. and messy, it was letting drops of rain into the car, but Isla didn't have the heart to face the puppy dog eyes she'd get.

Isla looked back in front of her and focused on the road. She and snacks were around half an hour away from her uncles. Both her grandparents were out of town and had told her that she should go see her uncle at some point.

She didn't think she would be driving out there after having a slight breakdown after staring at her wedding dress.

She was grateful that her grandparents had taken her in, considering her parents were, well, something. Isla doesn't know the right word to describe them.

The Volkswagen drove past the sign welcoming incoming people to Forks. 3,175 people consisted of the Forks population. She wondered if everyone who lived in the small town of Forks were at peace in their lives, she figured they did. And the majority of the people she had met already had found peace in their lives.

There were trees of all greens littering the side of the road. The bright and dark greens flashed by as Isla increased the speed. Her left hand held onto the steaming wheel as she reached out with her other hand.

Her fingers wrapped around her water bottle. She opened the lid with skill and allowed the ice-cold liquid to run down her throat. The orange flavor nipped at her taste buds as she drank.

The teenager pulled into the driveway of an older-looking home. The paint was chipped and run down, but it matched all the other homes around it. Any flower boxes that were in the yard were broken and had dirt seeping out of them. That was definitely something Isla would find herself fixing.

The seventeen-year-old stepped out of the car, not forgetting to turn the vehicle off -- she had made that mistake one too many times before. She held her water bottle in one hand and the keys in the other. Her dog jumped out of the open door right after her.

Isla took a deep breath, she hadn't been here since she was probably only a few years old, maybe even younger. She wouldn't be surprised if her uncle didn't remember her, let alone know who she was. But just looking at the house gave her flashes of memories she could remember.

Isla walked up to the door, her white shoes dragging in the mud and her hair was dampening by the second. Her fist raised and she knocked on the wooden door. Snacks settled by her feet.

She was nervous, to say the least.

Seconds later it swung open by a dirty blond male who stood in the warmth of his home.

"Toby! Surprise!" She raised her hands to make a jazz hands motion with them.

There was a pause before a li9ght bulb went off in the males head. Tobias now seemed to know who was standing in front of him. "Isla?!" The dirty blond Toby pulled her into a hug.

It had been a while since they saw each other face to face -- saw each other at all.

Tobias had safely pulled the girl into his home, running straight into the homey living room to grab her a blanket. He wrapped it around her shoulders before she could even protest the action.

"What are you doing here? Not that I don't like having you here! But why?" He lightly pushed the girl into a sitting position on his couch.

"I'm staying with grandma and grandpa. They told me to come to visit you." Isla sits up straighter.

"Hey, is everything okay? Just visiting? Let's get you some coffee? Tea?" Toby rambled as he sat up from his couch. That was something the two had in common, rambling.

Isla nodded, forgetting that he was turned around and couldn't see her nod her head. She slid off the couch gracefully, her sweatpants and sweatshirt keeping her warm as she shrugs off the blanket that had been thrown over her shoulders.

It hadn't dawned on her yet that she had left her life in San Francisco, California. Where the weather was beautiful, any time of the year. Unlike forks where it seemed to rain three hundred and sixty days out of the three hundred and sixty-five.

Was becoming a runaway bride worth it? She had completely abandoned her fiancé, her friends, her family (beside Toby, her grandparents, and Snacks.) What would she do now? just hide away in forks until she reached old age and died? Would she find someone that would accept her and love her until her hair turned grey?

She didn't have much idea, and neither did Toby and Snacks, but they'd stand by her side no matter what.

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Tobias has suggested dinner at the carver cafe. He would have cooked, but his cooking skills weren't all that great. He was much better with a scalpe than a kitchen knife. His cooking skills ranged between frozen meals and the very easy burgers and hotdogs he could attempt to grill. The two reunited family members sat across each other as they waited for the drinks and food they ordered.

"Do you wanna tell me why you are here?" Tobias asked.

"I well, run away..." Isla told her uncle, a sad look overtaking her.

Tobias motioned for her to say more.

"I think we met when we were around eleven? And then we started dating when i was thirteen. and then bam — he claims he loves me and then he wants to get married. I never planned on getting so far that I would have to marry him." There was so much more, more hidden, and even at the time, Isla didn't know about it.

"What changed? Why did you leave."

"He was a man."

"So you like girls?" Toby asked softly, no judgment in his voice.

"I guess. I don't like labels, maybe say fruity instead." Isla laughed.

"And my sister? She didn't support?"

"She didn't."

"And here's your meals!" The waitress chirped, sending the two a kind smile.

They both dug in, enjoying their food. Isla ate her burger messily, and from anyone's perspective, it would look like she hadn't eaten in days — maybe even months. Truth be told: she just loved food and could eat lots without complaining.

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Alice Cullen sat beside her best friend, Jasper, on the fancy malti-hundred-dollar couch the family had. For a family of vampires, they seemed to have a lot of fancy things. And half the time they didn't even use it all!

All her siblings were standing or sitting around chatting or relaxing. The book she was reading slipped from her hands as a vision rolled over her sight. Her siblings all watched as the book clattered to the ground. Edward, the mind reader, tried to tap into Alices' vision but found it extremely hard. She had blocked him out gracefully.

Alice watched as a female walked into the forks hospital. She was wearing a light blue hoodie and black sweatpants. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun.

Alice recognized the female as Isla, the girl she was so desperately in love with.

She had a bright white bandage wrapped around her hand. But she didn't seem to be in too much pain. Isla walked over to the receptionist and asked for a doctor — any doctor that could help her. The receptionist sadly told her that Carlisle and a few of the doctors had gone home. That she needed to call him in. Isla only nodded her head and left to go sit down.

Carlisle Cullen entered the hospital and saw Alice's mate lying across a few hospital chairs sleeping.

"Ma'am?" he shook her shoulder lightly, trying to wake her up.

"Huh... y-yeah?" She groggily rubbed her eyes and sat up.

"How can i help you?" The doctor asked.

"I burnt my hand badly," Isla admitted with sad eyes.

"How?" Carlisle asked ever so softly.

"I was trying to burn my wedding dress." Twas the truth. The teenager had been blinded by a fit of sadness and rage and in that fit she had tried to burn her wedding dress.

"Let's get you all better, huh?"

"What? What was it alice?" Jasper clutched his best friend's hand, sending her calming waves that seemed to work.

"Isla, she's hurt herself." She looked at everyone, her eyes locked on her adoptive fathers.

"What happened?" Carlisle, the father figure of the coven asked.

"She—" Carlisle's phone rang, halting Alice's answer. He picked up the phone and talked with the person on the other side of the call.

"That's the hospital, they want me to go in and help with Isla." No more words were spoken as Carlisle left.

Rosalie looked towards her adoptive sister. "What happened?"

"A fire started and she had burnt her hand." A small little white lie that everyone could see through.