A/N: I'm nervous, my hands are literally shaking as I write this from my apparent excitement! I want to clarify, my name is neither Glenn Renwick or Bella Swan. Glenn is merely a projection of what us Twilighters are, or how I see myself. Sorry if she offends you in any way. I am obviously not Bella Swan, if I was, I wouldn't be writing. I would probably be snogging my husband senseless. Or maybe wrestling Emmett..

Anyway, so, I hope you like it. It's kind of short, but I hope that you enjoy it. Next chapter, we head to the Twilight Zone, kiddos! Also, I own the characters in this chapter, but not the Twilight ones. Nor the idea for this fanfiction, obviously, as it's been done very many times before.

~ Mave

The Night Before

November 15th, 2012 – November 16th, 2012

New York City, New York

Group outings are really fun for me. Tonight, I'm going to go watch the final installment for one of the best book series ever written with my friends. I even ordered a shirt from café press just for the occasion. I trot downstairs, fixing my hair on the way there on the mirror that flew all the way down the stairs. It is really awesome having an interior designer for a mom, means that she has a sense of style and doesn't hover too much. A little like Bella's dad, actually, I think proudly.

"Momma, I'm leaving." I say, going to the living room, where she is watching some television show on remodeling a house while flipping through an interiors magazine. She's really dedicated to her job, my Mom.

"Alright, be careful, honey. You've got money, right?" she asks, opening an arm for me to hug her goodbye, but keeping her eyes on the screen.

"No duh, mother. I've been saving up for this for the past year." I say as I hug her goodbye and give her a kiss on the cheek. "Where's dad?"

"Hasn't gotten home yet," she says, and I shrug, because my Blackberry is buzzing in my pocket, meaning that they're here to pick me up.

"Later, mom." I say as I make my way out the door, and there are my friends, parked in front of my house, in Cavill's glory of a convertible.

"Get in, loser, we're going to watch Breaking Dawn," taunts my best friend, Giselle, and I give her a roll of my eyes, before sliding in the back besides her and Clarissa, both of whom scoot to the side to make room for me.

"C'mon, it's already ten thirty, you guys know how long a line it's going to be!" I say as I buckle up.

"Well, we would already be there if Cavill hadn't had to put in his contacts, which took him about two hours-" starts Cavill's sister, Reese, from the front seat.

"Shut your face, Reese's Puffs." Cavill snaps as he begins driving. "I barely got my license, and I'm not going to get it taken away. We're probably gonna be the first in line anyway."

"In this traffic? Are you kidding me? It's the midnight premiere, if you don't remember, moron." Reese says, agitated. "But let's stop fighting and listen to some music. I feel like listening to Muse."

By Muse, Reese means Supermassive Black Hole. It's that one they played during the baseball scene in the first movie, and kind of our anthem.

"Ooh baby, don't you know I suffer..." Cavill begins singing, offkey, and Clarissa smacks his shoulder from behind him.

"Ow!" Cavill decides better than to sing, but not ten seconds later, we girls are singing, and he joins in too.

The theatre is about to explode. It takes us about ten minutes to find a parking space, and we race each other to the line. "Bloody hell, that's a lot of people." I say as we get behind a group of middle-schoolers fighting over whether Taylor Lautner's abs are better than Channing Tatum's.

"Stop being a Potter freak, Glenn." Giselle smirks, and I poke my tongue out at her.

"Yeah, Glenn Coco, tonight's all about Twilight." Clarissa clarifies, and I give her a look.

"If you don't remember, I was the one who got you into Twilight. Plus, I'm Edward's future wife, see?" I ask, unzipping my jacket and pointing at my shirt.

"Are we seriously about to have this discussion?" Clarissa fires back.

"We-" but Cavill, being the gay pacifist that he is, cuts us off.

"Both of you, shut your faces, or I'm leaving y'all here and driving back home." He says, his thick Texas accent coming into play.

So we try to be civil for the next one and a half hours, but soon enough, in the last half hour, we're freaking out. We're all squealing, Cavill attempting to calm us down, by the time they let us in.

"The wait was totally worth it." My parents had been waiting for me when I got back home at around two thirty a.m. I am now telling them all about the movie.

"The wait was a year long, but worth it, then?" asks Mom, raising an eyebrow at me, but smiling.

"Totally. I mean, they took out a big chunk of the book that I'd think was necessary, but overall, they kept all the important parts in. And Rob looked sooo amazing in it-"

"O-kay!" says Dad, laughing as he stands up. "I'm really happy for you, Glenny, but, this conversation's getting a little too lovey dovey for Papa. So, I'm just going to retire to bed, now. As should you, since you have school tomorrow."

"Fine," I pout, but give them both a hug, before going up the stairs to my room. When I flick the lights open, I can't help the grin that comes over my face as I run to my bed and fall on it, screaming my head off into my pillow.

As much as I hate Bella Swan, I just wish I could be her. Her life's so much better than mine, after all. A dream that every Twilight fan has, to wake up being Bella Swan. To be who we should be. After all, wouldn't it be nice to become Mrs. Cullen? To have a love story that no one else could really say they've had, as humans aren't supposed to know about the existence of vampires? I just sometimes wish and wish, but never has it been granted, not for the past four years.

I wish it did.