I'm back! And yes, I've completely rewritten the story. Apologies for the two year long wait, but I've finally gotten around to looking at this story and sorting it out. Believe me, I know I should have sorted it out long ago.

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Chapter One: Arriving Back in Forks

The sky was dull with storm grey clouds.

I would be incredibly lucky if I managed to get to the house without it deciding to pour down on us. I was in a police car, driving along a narrow road with trees flourishing on either side of the road. My dad was the one who was driving, and so far we hadn't said one word to each other. I hadn't exactly a choice in coming here. My mother had decided that it would be in my best interest if I was to be packed off to live with my father. Someone who I hadn't seen for nearly five years. We were practically strangers to each other, which didn't fill me with the prospect that this was going to work.

"Are you looking forward to seeing Bella again?" I looked at Dad when he decided to break the silence, "I know she's been looking forward to seeing you," I didn't say anything to that, rather just preferring to watch the road, "Are you glad to be back?"

"It's hard to be glad about a place that I can't really remember," I finally answered him, "But I suppose...I am happy to be back here. It's been so long," I drummed my fingers on the arrest of the car, "And about Bella..." my sister's name rolled off my lips like it was something foreign. My sister and I hadn't lived under the same roof for a very long time. I shot a winning smile at Dad, "Why wouldn't I be happy to see her?"

"I don't know," he shrugged slightly, seemingly unconcerned with the way this conversation was turning. He took a quick look at me, before looking back at the road, "To tell you the truth, she's been behaving suspiciously for a while," I raised an eyebrow; the Bella that I remembered was someone that couldn't keep a secret to save her own life. How much had we missed of each other's lives? "I'm sure she's just having some trouble in adjusting to life here. It's very different from Arizona,"

"Oh I hope so," I murmured, placing my fingers to my lips, thinking quickly, "She's got a new boyfriend hasn't she?" I thought back to the various emails that I had exchanged with Bella over the past weeks, "Eduard...Edwin..." I tried to think of the name.

"Edward," he sniffed slightly, "Edward Cullen, his family moved over here a couple of months ago. His dad's the doctor of the town," he turned down a smaller road and I watched the houses silently, "He's a bit perfect if I'm honest. But honest, I suppose,"

"No one's perfect," I disagreed, wanting to just get to the house and have the introductions with Bella over and done with. It would be interesting to see how much we had both changed since we had last seen each other face to face. It wasn't a conversation that I particularly relished, "Not really," I cocked my head, "Although the people in Italy were kind of perfect...in a physical way. They weren't exactly cordial though,"

"Italy," he nodded slowly, and then blinked, turning to look at me carefully, "Hold up, when did you go to Italy?" his tone was angry, and I looked at him before looking back at the road that he was driving down, "Adrianna, when did you go to Italy?"

"It was with the school," I answered, "Not a big deal. I went; spent two weeks there and then got back a month ago," I shot a reassuring look at him, "It rained the entire time, and I lost fifteen Euros but I loved it there. I really want to go back again,"

"Renee didn't tell me that you went to Italy," he pressed, only focussing on that one detail. I sighed slightly, familiar with the arguments of parents. I didn't understand why he was getting worked up about it. The trip had been and gone, there was no point protesting about it now, when there wasn't anything that could change the fact that it had happened.

"Why would she tell you?" I asked him, resting my head against the cold glass of the window, "She was getting married; she didn't focus on anything that wasn't Phil. I don't even think that she noticed that I had been gone," a sad smile played around my mouth, "She didn't notice much,"

"Hmm," he didn't sound pleased that he hadn't known, "I'll be talking to her about that later on the phone. I should be told these things," we lapsed into silence again, and I shifted in my seat, "You remember Jacob Black, don't you?"

"Jacob...Jake?" I asked, remembering the older boy faintly. I smiled, the memory coming back clearer for me, "Sure, Bella sometimes mentions him when we email each other. I don't think that he remembers me though. I haven't been back here in a long time," Dad pulled up in a drive, just outside a reasonably sized house, "But I can't believe I'm back," I leant against the door, my bag slung over my shoulder, studying the house carefully. I could live here if I tried.

I felt a blot of rain hit my face and I tilted my head back, allowing the silver droplets to drench me as the heavens finally decided to open. I was aware that Dad was watching me stand in the rain, "You're not like Bella, are you?" he said almost sadly, "She hates the rain,"

I looked at him through the corner of my eyes, "We're not the same person, Dad," I reminded him, "I'm not like her. I never was like her," I pushed myself away from the car, "So are we going to go in there and get the meetings and greetings over and done with?" he looked at me slightly sternly, "Dad, I'm not like her. I can't conform to what you want me to be like if you want me to be like her,"

"Adrianna," he placed his hands on my shoulders, "I know you're not like her," I moved from foot to foot, uncomfortable with his words, "Do you think that I don't know that?" I looked away from him, "You both are so different from each other that if it wasn't for how you both look, I wouldn't have thought you were sisters at all," he patted my back, "But you know, you might find that you have more in common than you first think," he walked towards the front door, "You'll both be sharing the same room," and I stared at him, "Just until we get the other room straightened out. It's being renovated,"

"I'm going to die," I muttered looking out at the street, and walking up to the porch, "Don't be surprised if you find two dead bodies later this week," he laughed and I cracked a small smile, "She talks in her sleep,"

"Funny she said the same think about you," he informed me, and I blew a strand of hair out of my eyes, "Adrianna, I know that I haven't been around for much of your life," I looked at him, my hands in my pockets, "But it's like I told Bella, I can't promise that you're going to enjoy every minute of living here. But I promise that I'm going to try,"

I hugged him tightly, surprising myself. I didn't usually hug anyone, closeness with people tended to make me feel anxious, "I don't mind being here," I muttered to him and he nodded slightly, "I don't promise that I'm going to be easy to live with," I moved back, "Because I don't think that I am easy to live with. But I am willing to work on that if want to try this living together," I shuffled my feet, "And I'll even be nice to Bella,"

He merely nodded looking at the house, "Would you like to do the honours then?" he gestured to the door and I dug out my keys from the bottom of my pockets. I fitted the right key into the lock and turned it. It clicked opened and I immediately sneezed as I walked into the hallway, "I think Bella and Edward are in. They're probably just in the kitchen," I looked around, "Like it?"

"Dad, you need to clean," I told him immediately, sneezing again, "Do you own a duster?"

"Bella cleans," he shrugged and I placed a hand on my hip, "The duster's in the cupboard under the sink. You'll be able to find it if you want to do some cleaning," I nodded, returning to look around. I liked it, it seemed...homely. There was a lot of space, and the walls were painted a duck egg blue. I could get used to it easily, "Well?"

"I like it," I answered him honestly, "I like it a lot," he smiled, and I placed my bag down by the sofa, "Do you have any aspirin, my head hurts slightly," he disappeared into the kitchen. I bounced on my toes, slightly anxiously. I could hear a babble of voices in the other room, "I guess that's where the happy couple are," I murmured to myself, walking to open my bag. I stilled slightly when I heard footsteps behind me.

"Anna?"

I straightened up at the sound of the voice, turning around at the soft voice.

"Bella,"

So I've got the other two chapters ready so I'm pulling them all up at once, just to eradicate the old story.