Author Note: This is another of my attempts at writing a Fanfiction story. The last story I wrote had holes in the plot and disappointed me when I read over it so I deleted it. I am confident that this story will be better than the last in every sense. I have checked and double checked again and again. I probably still have some grammar and spelling errors here and there but I hope you can forgive me. I will not delete this story like I did my last one. I really like this story and I have it all planned out. I will never give it up! Never! *waves fist in the air*

This story ran amok in my head for quite some time until I started telling the story to myself when I was bored, finally after much procrastination I managed to write it down on paper(figuratively). This was inspired by my friends and family that are always trying to make me someone different than who I am because I am constantly being "emo" which I am NOT! I hate it when they call me that ... *grumbles* Anyway! Enjoy the story! Review when you finish! Please. I need to know what you think.

The songs for this chapter are The Darkest Nights by As I Lay Dying(if you don't like the song then don't listen to it! I love it, it is my favorite song. Yay! Go death metal!) and Lonely day by System of a Down(this song is a little slow and sad but I think it fits the chapter).

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters mentioned in this story. I do not own any of the songs or bands either. I do not own any brand names in this story.

The B.E.J. Club

Chapter 1.- The Darkest Night

Such a lonely day

And it's mine

The most lonliest day of my life

Lonely day by System of a Down

Edward POV

Carlisle and Esme were excited about our move to Forks. I was less than excited, I even gave my parents dirty looks. I didn't do that often. I was a good boy, never one to be rebellious. But leaving Phoenix and before that, leaving Chicago, just made me feel completely away from home. I loved big cities and the smell of the city. Carlisle and Esme said it would be good for the family if we spent sometime in the natural world. So we would be able to see the beauty of small towns. Alice and Rosalie, my sisters, agreed readily. They always shared our adoptive parent's view points.

I on the other hand did not, they liked all that modern upbeat pop music and they liked to go clubbing and 'all that jazz'. I didn't like those things. I stayed in my room like a good little hermit and read books and listened to music or played and composed music. I preferred things that way. It was just easier for me. I never got what was so attractive about pop music and dancing, it just makes my head throb. Carlisle and Esme always encouraged us to be in on the new trends and stuff. They tried to force me since encouraging obviously wasn't working but I stubbornly refused. I liked myself how I was. Well, I didn't like myself I just didn't hate myself.

They couldn't see how I liked cities more than nature. I tried to explain that I liked it more because there was more diverseness in interests there and in small towns everyone tended to be the same. They said that it wasn't true. And maybe it wasn't but I didn't have another explanation as to why I loved cities more than small naturally beautiful towns.

Forks was the farthest thing from a city I could think of. It was tiny, too small, almost claustrophobic. The constant cover of clouds ensured the imprisonment of the people of this town. Under these gray clouds I felt watched, observed. Like someone more than me, more than god, ruled this town. Like they knew I didn't like it and wanted to keep it that way.

Stupid small little dingy old town. There were less people in the whole town than there were at my high school in Phoenix! And I didn't know any of them. I groaned. I hated meeting new people and now here we were in a new town where I would have to meet new people and make new friends. Of course Alice and Rose wouldn't have any problems with it. They loved meeting new people.

I started unpacking my things. The house we moved into was big situated in the middle of the woods—isolated—that was the only thing I liked. Our new home had one room for each of us and a couple extra rooms to use as a study or games room. The living room was very large and open and bright. At least we didn't move in to a rundown shack. I thought to myself. I kept unpacking and organizing thinking about where to put my stuff.

My room was painted dark blue and all of my stuff was either blue, purple, black, gray, white or red. I tended to be attracted to dark colors, bright colors made me want to turn around and run away. They were just too joyful, and I knew that that was not what I was feeling.

Soon I had finished unpacking. I looked at the clock to see it was already ten pm: time for bed. Tomorrow I was going to have to go to school. I laid down and ran my hand through my unruly hair. It was going to be horrible. Girls were going to hit on me and boys were going to hate me for taking away their girls. That's how it always was. Edward Cullen the solitary kid. The one that didn't fit in. The one that had no friends. The one the girls were after. I sighed in exasperation.

I had friends … well, more like acquaintances. I wasn't the most social person and I didn't like the same thing everyone liked. I listened to classical music and death metal sometimes a bit of country too. I played the piano. I read books. None of the people I knew read books. They all always wanted to party. Party, party, party. That's everything that came out of their mouths. They were moronic and had an IQ of less than eighteen. I snickered, Rosalie was even dumber than a rock. Well, except when it came to cars, but who cares if a girl knows about cars?

Even physically I was a misfit. I was pale as a bone even though I lived in Phoenix. I was tall, thin and lanky. Not weak but not very built either. People said I sometimes looked anorexic. People in Phoenix were tanned and had a good bit of muscle on their bodies. I didn't fit in anywhere. I hugged my pillow to my face.

For once I wished I had a friend. I had never been bothered by my lack of friends but … right now I wanted a friend I could lean on. A friend that would understand. A friend that was like me. A friend that listened to my music and understood me. No one understood me. I know that was a typical teenage thought but it was true. My parents and sisters constantly tried to change me but I vehemently refused to be like the other sheep like teens of this time and age.

I had never really wished for a friend but now after really thinking about it I came to the realization that I also wanted love. I wanted to have someone. I was seventeen and I had never had a girlfriend or any thoughts toward a girl in this way. I wanted a friend who would help me through everything and I wanted a girl who would love me forever. Unconditionally. A girl that would be my very best friend.

These were things I knew I would never have. Girls never had anything intelligent in their pretty little heads. Well, the only girls I knew that were smart was Alice and Esme but they were part of my family and that would just be sick. Besides I was always solitary. I was "unsocial" as people put it. I didn't doubt that when I grew up I would end up a hermit shut in his house out in the middle of nowhere writing sad lonely poetry.

Wow. I was the strangest person I had ever met. I had never had a friend or a girlfriend and I was a virgin. I had never even moved to first base, as far as I knew I wasn't on any base. I ran my hand through my hair. Maybe I was meant to be a pope or something. Naw, I was agnostic, I couldn't be religious. Maybe I just wasn't worthy of love. Maybe that's why my real parents were taken away from me so long ago. Would my new family be taken from me as well? I hoped not.

I sighed. Tomorrow is going to be hell. But maybe I'll make a friend that loves me and cares about me … Was one of my last thoughts as I drifted into an uneasy sleep. Feeling—for the first time in my life—lonely. I truly was all alone.

For so long I

Have felt alone

Content to live with unrest

Longing faded into countless

Nights that bury my

Weary heart but

You brought an end

To this dead hour

And meaning to a

A calloused life

The Darkest Nights by As I Lay Dying

Author Note: Well, this is the end of the first Chapter. I hope you like it. It doesn't seem like much but it'll get better as the chapters continue. I promise. Please, please please, review! This is just the intro. :D It'll be more interesting next chapter.

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Emmett grinned at us and Jasper just nodded at us politely. I raised my hand and gave a little wave. "Hi." was all I could say. I mean how did they freaking know our names!? This was very freaky.

Bella laughed. "This, as you probably know, is Forks High School. And we, as you probably don't know. Decide who you hang out with." she glared at us coldly. "Got it?"

Emmett cracked his knuckles to emphasize his point.

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