Disclaimer: I (sadly don't own twilight)…

Chapter 1

I've been crying my heart out for a year now… I miss him like heck. I'm surprised I can still actually cry, I would think I was dry as a desk by now.

I still can barely say his name, even in my own mind.

I can't put an explanation mark onto the end of a sentence, which I suppose (notice how I didn't write think, that's because I've lost the ability to think without him) is one of the reasons I didn't make good grades for graduation.

My 19th birthday came yesterday… as bad as a reminder as them as anything. I mean, I know I absolutely hate parties but I missed the one that would have been thrown for me. Of course if I hadn't joined the world of stories yet.

So as a present to myself I would go find them. Not as a present but almost like a search for something vital to me. Air for lungs. Water for the thirsty. Food for the hungry. Blood for a … I can't even think it, it hurts too much.

I know that they're in L.A. they've only been here a year, they wouldn't have left yet, would they?

I drove down the L.A. highway looking fore more secluded-private roads. If I knew them they would be on a street like that.

But too-bad, L.A. didn't have any roads like that, I been looking for 2 days; I've had no such luck. I was halfway thru the city, than I saw it.

A big wood-colored and black house. With a million and one window panels. And there in the wide open five-car garage a silver Volvo, a red Jeep, and a black Mercedes among two other cars.

And I could almost swear I saw a black haired pixie handing tools down to a beautiful blonde mechanic.

I almost stopped breathing and I started crying. I was still in the middle of this less-used road, but there were still other houses on it.

I was as if they heard me, they looked up and then the blonde swiftly stormed away. And then the pixie had a torn look on her face, but she closed the garage after walking out of it toward the road.

She disappeared to the front door, than looked back toward me before entering the house.

And then after making a note of the address I disappeared.