Disclaimer: Twilight is Stephenie Meyer's. She owns it and I merely play with her toys.

Chapter 1

Epov:

Reality

I closed my eyes for a few seconds. The house was completely quiet, too quiet. There was no music playing, no cartoons blaring too loudly and most of all there was no whining.

I sighed, all that only meant that Renesmee was up to something. Better go find her now before she breaks something of value. I opened my eyes and jerked back when my beautiful daughter's face materialized inches from mine.

Her chocolate-colored hair was falling in big curly waves down her back. It was the perfect mixture of my bronze and her mothers mahogany hair. Her brown eyes stared all innocently at me. Her heart-shaped face reminded me of her mother. The only features of me that I recognized were her lips and the stubborn set her chin was in now.

She wanted something. By the way her jaws were clenched together I had a feeling that she was going to get what she wanted.

"What do you want Renesmee?" I asked pulling her onto my lap. She rested her cheek against my chest, nestling into me.

"Who says I want anything daddy?" She asked against my chest, muffling her voice somewhat.

"You always want something." I started threading my hands through her hair absent-mindedly. She scoffed.

"I hate that you know me so well." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"No you don't. So what does my ten-year old daughter want this time? Is it a new CD, piano or maybe some new books?" I poked her side softly with each guess making her laugh.

"Stop that, it's ticklish. I want you to tell me a bedtime story." I stopped tickling her. "You know like you did in the olden days, before you and mom got divorced."

I hated that the divorce did this to her. I hated that I couldn't spend as much time with her as I wanted to. I hated having had to divorce her mother in the first place.

"Can't I just read you a book or something?" I asked, hoping that she didn't hear the slight quiver in my voice.

"I've heard all of those before; I want to hear a new story. And you have the best imagination ever. Please daddy." She made a puppy dog face that Alice would be proud of. Alice would have been more proud of the fact that the pout was working.

"Did you brush you teeth?" I asked and she smiled snuggling back into my chest.

"Twice." She said happily as I started threading her hair again.

I sighed, thinking about what story I could tell her. This used to come so easily to me, fairy tales and happy endings. Back when I believed that love was real and could cure almost anything.

"Once upon a time, not so long ago there was an ordinary boy who lived in a small town called Forks….."

"Was he a Prince?"

"No."

"Was he good at sports?"

"No."

"Then what was he?"

"He was ordinary."

"He sounds boring."

"Do you want to hear this story or not?"

"Do continue."

"He was adopted because his parents couldn't have any children…

The Story

"I can't believe that summer is over. Man I hate school." Emmett said as he slid into the passenger seat of my brand new silver Volvo.

"You only hate school because you and Rose can't make out at school. I can actually hear your lips rejoicing." Jasper teased him from the back.

"You're just jealous because your lips want Alice Brandon and hers doesn't want you." I chirped and Emmett and I exchanged a high-five.

"At least my lips have actually kissed a girl before." Jasper shot back.

"Ooo burn. Nice one Jazz." Emmett boomed.

Reality

"Wait, wait, wait…..Why are we talking about kissing?"

"Who is telling this story me or you? My story has kissing in it"

"Well let's skip ahead to the non-kissing part."

"Fine, they teased each other over guy stuff all the way to school…."

The Story

I pulled into the parking space next to Rosalie's red BMW M3. Emmett immediately went to her and picked her up in a big bear hug. Emmett was big, like in pro-wrestler big. He had short black curly hair, dimples and then he had muscles upon muscles.

Rose looked like a Vogue model. She literally looked like she stepped out of a fashion magazine. If you see her you would think that she was just one of those airhead girls who only care about fashion. Well that would have been your biggest mistake.

She is immensely smart and if you mess with her you will wake up in a hospital bed. Together Emmett and Rosalie looked like the perfect couple as if they were made for each other.

Alice was sitting on the hood of Rose's BMW. She was Rose's best friend and like the sister I never had. She was also like a pixie but don't let her hear you say that. She had short black spiky hair that stood in total disarray; but it was as if a hairstylist did every spike and every strand perfectly to fit her pixie like features.

She was laughing at something Jasper told her. Jasper had longish, think surfer dude, blond hair. He was lean but strong at the same time. He was also very calm and silent, only his closest friends know that he can speak entire paragraphs with just one look. And he is also much mellower around people he knows. I guess you can say that Jasper is shy.

They are not together but Rose, Emmett and I know that it is only a matter of time before they do decide to take the final step. Alice is playing hard to get at the moment. She likes to flirt with Jasper and even though he doesn't say it we all know that he likes to try to win her heart over although he has already won it.

I closed my door and glanced up as a loud spluttering noise drew my attention. A red rusty colored truck pulled into a parking space across from me. I guess it was once a Chevrolet but under all that rust there was no telling if I was right. The engine died with a spluttering sound that caused every head in the lot to snap in its direction.

"What died?" Emmett asked as Rose glared at the piece of metal like it was road kill, as if the truck was something that was unworthy of being called a car.

"That is a good question, but a more important question is who the new student is?" Alice said, glancing at the girl who emerged from the truck.

She didn't even bother to lock the truck. Obviously she knew that no one would ever consider stealing it. She kept her head down as she walked to the office building. She tripped over nothing but air a mere few meters from the door. I heard snickers from the students in the lot.

"Ouch, she definitely knows how to make a first impression. Come on guys we better get to class." Emmett said taking Rose's hand as we all went our separate ways. After the morning incident I didn't get to see her until fourth period.

She was assigned the seat next to me. As she sat down she accidentally knocked her book of the table and it landed with a loud thud on the floor. I quickly picked it up for her and as she took it from me our eyes met for the first time.

Reality

"This is where their eyes meet for the first time and its love at first sight, right?"

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"It's not love at first sight."

"If it is not love at first sight then what kind of story is this?"

"Do you want to go to bed?"

"No."

"Then keep quiet and listen."

"Fine."

"Their eyes met for the first time….."

The story

"Here you dropped this." I said politely, handing her, her biology book.

"I was under the impression that it fell. Thanks for picking it up." She said taking out her note-book.

"It's nice to meet you….?" I let the sentence linger turning it into an inquisitive question.

"It's nice to meet you too." She said ignoring my question by turning her attention to the teacher.

I glanced at her; now that she was sitting next to me I could see that she had Mahogany colored hair. She had deep dark brown eyes that seemed to go on forever. Her skin was pale but beautiful at the same time. It wasn't that ugly painless you associate with emo-teenagers. It was more porcelain like.

She wasn't very tall, her head only came to my shoulders and there were little scabs on her palms from where she must have saved herself from a fall earlier in the week. I tried to talk to her again.

"My name is Edward Cullen and you are?" She shrugged.

"Irritated, annoyed, bored, a teenager, a girl, a student, all of the above." I smiled without really wanting to.

"That is a really long name your parents must have hated you." She glanced at me for a second her mouth pulling up in the corner. Then before she could actually smile she started taking notes on the lesson. I followed her example and we worked in silence.

Every time she moved a small wave of strawberries scented air washed over me and by the fifth time it happened I figured out that it was coming from her hair. So she drove a rusty truck, check. She is sarcastic, check. She washed her hair with strawberry shampoo, check. And she writes like a five-year old, check.

"So are you done?" She asked flipping her hair out of her face so that she could see me.

"Done what?" I asked a little confused.

"Judging me?"

I looked at her. "I didn't judge you. I was merely friendly." I said turning my attention back to the notes.

"I don't need friends." She said and I shrugged just as the bell rang.

"I never said that I wanted to be your friend. I merely stated that I was trying to be friendly. There is a difference." I packed up my books and stood up.

"Edward is an old name; it doesn't really get used anymore." She said as she followed me out of the class.

"I guess my parents hated me as well." I said and she laughed silently as she wondered of towards the gym. I walked to Spanish class thinking that school might be interesting this year.

Reality

Renesmee's head was resting against my chest and her breathing was heavy. She must have fallen asleep somewhere in the story. Gently I stood up and carried her to her room. I tucked her in, placing a loose curl behind her ear I bent down to kiss her on her forehead. "Sweet dreams, Nessie."

I walked to the living room and locked the door, checked that everything was ok for the night and walked to my lonely bedroom. As I lay in the dark with the memory of Bella so fresh in my mind I picked up the phone and dialed her number. It rang several times before she finally answered.

"Hello Edward is something wrong?"

"How did you know it was me? Were you secretly waiting for my call?"

"No, there is this not so new technology called Caller ID."

"Oh right, seems like yours is working."

"Is something wrong with Renesmee?"

"No why would there be?"

"Then why are you calling."

"She asked me to tell her a bed time story tonight, the first time in months. I thought you might want to know."

"That's good right? That means that she is dealing with the divorce."

"Yes it is good, I guess."

"Is there anything else Edward?"

"No not really. Goodnight Bella."

"Bye Edward." The dial tone sounded loud enough for me to hear.

"I miss you." I sighed placing the receiver back on the dialer.

"So much for happily ever after." I muttered to myself before turning on my side hoping to sleep.

A/N. I took a little break from writing, to rest and get some new ideas. But I just could not get this story out of my head. So I wrote the first chapter to see where things take me.

Writing is like painting, sometimes you get it dead right, and sometimes you must paint a few big bloopers before you get your Mona Lisa – Me

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