A.N: Hello, this is my story about Carlisle and Esme. It's my first story so I'm sorry if its bad. They are both human and both teenagers. They are best friends and if their characters don't match up to what you think they should be then sorry these are what I picture their back story to be like. Well enjoy : ) I do not own twilight. Sad times. This is my story. MINE :D Anyway thanks, Cookie Dough xx

Boxed in. Trapped. Alone. Get out of there while you still can. Run. Faster and faster. Escape the horror. Damn legs, move! Run quicker. Come on move it! Stop. No. Why have you stopped? My mind frozen. The cold air curls up my body smashed against the pointy twigs and leaves. The fog everywhere. I can't see. Goosebumps trail and bubble on my skin. A tingle shivers up my spine. I'm lost and in danger.

"Get out of my way nimrod". Great. Monday morning. She didn't mean it by the way. Of course she didn't. She's my sister. She adores me.

"Doofus out of my sight now", ok he meant that. He hates me. There's a fine line between a joke and annoying and Matt doesn't know that. They're twins, Matt and Emilia. Totally different but inseparable. At 18 you would expect my brother to grow up a bit or at least learn some decent manors.

"Ever heard of PLEASE or THANK YOU" I shout back at the shadow gliding down the stairs, "douche" I mutter under my breath. AARGGHH why do boys have to be so annoying. Especially brothers. The worst kind.

I start to slowly shuffle down the corridor to the tiny bathroom. There's barely enough room to got to the toilet let alone spend half hour in the warm shower to try and look a little decent. But 'hey ho' that's life for you. I pull at my long caramel hair and watch it spring back upwards to bounce on my shoulders. It looks nice, for once, but not as good as the ones on T.V course. They pose there, all pretty with their big blue eyes and huge pouting lips, double D boobs and perfect figure. And then there's me. Pale, cracked lips and chubby (note I say not fat. I'm just a little chubby). I stare into the crooked mirror. Man I wish I was beautiful. I study my face checking for any new intruders. Yep. Right there. A huge red spot in the middle of my forehead. Everyone's gunna think I've changed religion now. Crap and on prom day too. Worst day to get it. I grab the concealer. Please please work. I'm begging you.

10 minutes later and I give up. I look absolutely awful and I can't do anything about it.

*Ding Dong*

Oh wonderful. The door bell (if you didn't get what the ding dong was). Why am I still in my Pjs? If anyone sees me like this I am dead. I try to sneak back to the bedroom. I creak across the landing. One step. Another. Another. Anoth - "HELLO MISS PYJAMAS". Oh nuts.

"excuse me miss, turn around"

I can't bear to. I can't let my best mate see me like this.

"They look adorable on you Esme" Ok, I kinda have to look now. I turn. There at the bottom of the stairs is Carlisle. My best mate. My only mate.

"Shut up" I blushed, "what are you doing here? Prom isn't until tonight and we got no school today either stupid".

"I know I know stupid"

"I'd like you better if you'd stop mocking me idiot"

"Ok pyjama woman, well I just thought we could hang out before prom"

"Hmm I'll have to ponder about that"

"Now your mocking me"

"ok ok, I'll get dressed"

"Good. Hurry up then. Haven't got all day. T-minus 7hours and counting" he winked at me.

I rushed back to my bedroom, threw on; an old band shirt I bought at a Paramore concert two years ago, some tattered jeans and my ratty converse. I paused for a few minutes to ruffle my hair. I'll just leave it. I hurry downstairs.

*Crash*

What the hell was that? I dash into the kitchen. Carlisle is led on the floor.

"CARLISLE! CARLISLE!"

A.N: Well that was my first story. Had to leave it on a cliffy, sorry for that ;) Constructive criticism welcome, but don't be too harsh, It only my firsted story :D Thanks, Cookie Dough xx