Hello All,

First Twilight story here. Please be nice. I know it's a little mary sue-ish because Reagan is based off of me. Alot of wha she says are things I've said or had happen to me. Including Carson's story coming up. My parents are NOT the people in this story, they would never do these things. And my siblings are quite obnxious so yeah. lol

Enjoy. Reviews are MUCH appreciated

May 30th: Early morning

It was late. Late as in 2 in the morning late. As usual, I was up way later then I should be. My sister still wasn't home from the bar, and my parents were sleeping just a few short feet away. Their snoring passing easily through the walls into my room.

"I really need to get a life" I thought to myself. All I did was stay up on the computer, watching YouTube videos, or reading up on celebrity gossip. "Yeah I really need a life" I thought again.

A 19 year old should be out having fun at night during the summer. Right? Right. Instead I was sitting alone in my room. I heard a light thud drift up from downstairs, signaling that Katy had finally come home from a night of drunken fun at the bar with her friend. I could hear them whispering and giggling as they walked up the stairs and into the room next to my parents.

I turned my music down slightly and laughed to myself. If only her new boyfriend knew what they were up to. Then again, knowing Geoff as much as I did, which wasn't that much, he most likely did know. I scowled a little. The thought that my already divorced 29 year old sister had a boyfriend and I didn't made me angry.

I scowled again as this brought up the memory of Carson. I tried really hard these days not to think about him or what he had done. The absolute perfect person for me had turned out to be the worst thing that ever happened to me. I pushed even harder to get him out of my mind.

I sighed and turned back to my laptop, hitting 'pause' to stop the lull of the beautiful voice singing to me, and putting the laptop in a state of hibernation. I gently pushed it to the side of my bed up against the wall. I groped around in the dark for something to cover the two little blue lights on the front of the laptop, and my hand found fabric that wasn't the sheets.

I knew what it was instantly. Carson's shirt. I flinched as I picked it up and slowly draped it over the computer. Sighing again, I finally laid down, facing away from the computer in hopes to try and dispel the sudden surge of emotions coursing through me. I stared at the little yellow light coming off of my DVD player and listened to the crickets outside. Try as I might, I couldn't hold back this time. For the first time in the three weeks that had passed since the incident, I cried. I let the tears run silently down my face and scolded myself.

"Get a grip Reagan…he wasn't all that great to begin with" said the smarter half of my mind. I knew it was right, but I just couldn't help hoping that I was wrong. I continued to cry until I drifted into unconsciousness.