Okay, so this is my first Twilight story. I hope everyone likes it and I get tons of reviews. I am busy with work and school so if this story does become popular, I plan to update weekly. However, if it gets reviews and hits today, I will post another chapter tomorrow.

Please be nice to the story. Criticism is accepted, as long as it is nice.

This story will be rated T just to be safe.

I do not own Twilight in any way shape or form. Nor do I own the song "She's my cherry pie". Stephenie Meyer and Warrant are the masterminds behind them.

BREAKING DAWN SPOILERS!

Death makes angels of us all

and gives us wings

where we had shoulders

smooth as raven's claws

---Jim Morrison, An American Prayer

It was one of those rare days in Forks, Washington where the rain stopped, at least for the time being and the sun shone brightly through the trees' colored leaves. It was a breezy, Autumn afternoon and the sun had just come out after rain fell from the skies all morning, leaving the skies a dull gray color instead of a blue. The hospital was buzzing with noise, but the people in room 313 kept the door closed, treasuring what could be their last moments together. They knew their time would be very limited when Carlisle had a hard time putting on a fake doctor act to pretend that everything was going to be okay.

A tan skinned Indian woman lay sleeping on the hospital bed. Her gray hair was thinning in some areas, her skinned wrinkled and weathered quickly over a year. The once independent, headstrong woman looked so little and fragile hooked up to all the machines. The woman had two visitors in her room. The two men were regular guests, they would come early in the morning and stay until real late. Sometimes, one of the men might spend the night with her. One of the men was an older man. His brown hair was turning gray in spots and his work uniform was getting a bit tight on him, but his brown eyes were never changing. And the man was glad, because that was what the woman liked best about him. The other man was younger, only in his mid twenties, was also of Indian descent. His mother was lying in the bed next to him and it was killing him to see her look so weak. The man was tall, well over 6 feet. He had brown red skin with cropped black hair. His eyes were a dark brown that always seemed to sparkle.

The woman coughed, forcing the two men to look up at her. Her eyes fluttered for a few moments before finally opening slowly. "Sue," the older man cried as he hurried to her side. The woman's son looked up and walked over. "Mom," he cried. Sue smiled weakly at the two. She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't get the words out before she started to cough. "It's okay, darling," the older man said, rubbing her arms. The son looked down at his mother with worry. He hated to see her like that. "My time is almost up..." Sue told them softly. The two men exchanged fearful glances. "No, mom, it's not, don't talk like that!" the son snapped. He couldn't lose his mother.

Sue looked at him with sad eyes, she took his hand gently. "Seth," she said softly. "It is....please, try to smile for me, baby." Seth blinked back the tears in his eyes. He looked up, forcing a smile that he knew was coming out as a grimace. Sue smiled at him weakly. Her eyes looked over to the other man that was now sitting beside her on the bed. "Charlie," she whispered, her eyes ran over him. Seth saw the love radiating in her eyes. She cared for him so much.

His stepfather.

Charlie leaned down and kissed her head gently. "I love you," he whispered, saying his goodbyes. Seth looked away, trying not to cry. He had to be strong...for now. He walked over to his mother and leaned down, kissing her cheek softly. "I love you," he whispered to her. "I love you both," she told them softly. Seth sat down on the other side of his mother. Both husband and son held her hands.

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The difference between school and life? In school, you're taught a lesson and then given a test. In life, you're given a test that teaches you a lesson.

---Tom Bodett

Leah Clearwater glanced at the time on her cell phone and groaned a little. She scribbled a few more notes down in her notebook and closed it. She slipped her notebook and textbook into her bookbag and stood up. She pushed in her chair and hurried out of the campus library. There weren't many people walking around campus, all the morning class students were long gone while the afternoon students were already in class. Leah quickly crossed the campus and got to the parking lot. She found her car and quickly unlocked it. She tossed her bookbag into the backseat and pulled off the school grounds.

Los Angeles was busy, as usual. But she loved it just as much as the first day she arrived here. Leah moved to Los Angeles about ten years ago. Right after everything was settled with the Volturi. She tried to make it work with Jacob's pack, but it just didn't happen like that. Sam was supposed to marry Emily soon...and her family, to torture her more, agreed that she should be a bridesmaid.

Why did her family want Emily to die at her own wedding was beyond her, but that's what was agreed too.

And it's not like anyone actually liked Leah?

Leah didn't care...at least that's what she kept telling herself.

Leah loved it in Los Angeles though. She moved out here and quickly got a job and an apartment near a beach. She started working at a bar and grill resturant at night to pay her bills and college tuition. A lot of her schooling was paid for by her father's money that he left to her when he died...but ten years of schooling had pretty much cleared away that account.

Leah pulled into the parking lot of the bar and grill. She cut the engine and got out of the car. She opened her trunk, took out a duffel bag, and walked inside the bar and grill using the back door that was opened for the employees. She walked down the dark hall until she got to a set of stairs. She walked down the stairs and was in the basement. The basement was where the employees hung out before and after their shift. Leah walked to the women's restroom and went inside. She went in the first stall and dropped the duffel bag on the floor. She grabbed ahold of the bottom of her red t-shirt and pulled it over her head. She kicked off her flip flops and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down and stepping out of them, leaving Leah in just her bra and panties.

Leah was a very beautiful woman. She was 30 now, although, she didn't look much older than 18 years old. She had an exotic look to her with perfect copper colored skin. She had let her hair grow and now it fell like a jet black sheet down her back. She was tall, close to 5'11, but she was thin and muscular, making sure she hit the gym at least 3 times a week. Leah reached down and pulled out a short, jean skirt out of her bag, and she stepped into it. She pulled it up and buttoned it. She reached back down and pulled out a pink halter top and put it on. The halter top showed just a little bit of her stomach before the waistline of the skirt started. Abs were visible on her stomach with her blue and silver belly button ring. Leah stepped into a pair of white sandels and stepped out of the stall. She walked over to the mirror to examine her hair.

"Up or down?" Leah asked her reflection as she looked at her hair. She made a face and took out a ponytail and tied her hair into the top of her head. She put one a little make up and grabbed her duffel bag out of the stall. She walked out of the restroom and to the lockers that the employees were able to put their things in. Leah spun the combination on her lock and opened the locker, throwing the duffel bag inside and taking out a black apron. She shut her locker and went upstairs to the bar area. The bar was empty, it didn't open for another half hour. There was only one other person in the room besides Leah. It was a woman. She owned the bar and grill. Her name was Casey Stone. The woman was a few years older than her and very pretty. She was shorter than Leah, only 5'5. She had long, wavy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. Leah adored Casey and Casey adored Leah.

Leah remembered the first day she met Casey. It was her first day in Los Angeles and they met at a coffee shop. Casey asked her for the time and before Leah knew it, Casey sat herself down and started to chat like they were old buddies. Leah had thought it felt very nice. By the time a few hours flew by, Leah knew Casey's life story. Casey had grown up on the east coast and flew over here when she dropped out of college. She blew the rest of her savings on an old building that soon became her bar and grill. Eleven years the bar and grill has been in service, and it's very successful. Casey was estatic that one of her plans worked. She just recently started talking to her family again.

"Hey Case," Leah greeted as she walked into the room, tying the black apron around her hips. Casey turned around with a huge grin. "Hey girl," she greeted back. "You ready to drive the men crazy tonight over their want for you again?" Leah laughed as she walked over to the radio that was behind the bar. She flipped it on and music quickly filled the room from speakers all around the walls.

She's my cherry pie.

Cool drink of water

what a sweet surprise!

Taste so good make a grown man cry

Sweet cherry pie!

Leah shook her hips as she started to dance. "They don't want me," she cried to her friend as she continued to dance around the bar, turning on lights as she went. Casey shook her head and started to dance as well. "Sure, sure, keep telling yourself that," she said.

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Leah leaned against her locker, counting through her tips that she made for the night. Casey walked down, looking exhausted. "Well, I finally got rid of the last customers," she said as she plopped down on a stool. She looked over at Leah. "How much did you make?" "350 dollars," Leah replied as she opened her locker and grabbed her purse, slipping the money inside. "Not bad," Casey replied. "I usually make more," Leah said, a bit disappointed. "But oh well, It will cover my rent."

Leah put her purse on her shoulder and grabbed the duffel bag out of the locker. "Well, I'm leaving. I'll see you tomorrow night," Leah said. Casey nodded and stood up. She walked over to Leah and hugged her. "Goodnight," Casey said. "Goodnight," Leah called as she walked up the basement stairs. She walked up the hallway and out the door into the dark, cool late night air. She took her keys out and unlocked her car door and got in. She started her car and headed home. Leah didn't meet many other cars out this late and she got home quickly. She went up to her apartment, unlocked the door, and walked in. She shut the door behind her and turned on a few lights.

She dropped her bags on the floor and plopped down on the couch. She put her head back and groaned. "I have to get a shower," she muttered to herself as she pulled her hair down from the ponytail. Leah turned her head to the left as she saw a flash of red. It was her answering machine's red light flashing to alert her of a message. Leah groaned and leaned over the side of the couch, hitting the play button.

"You have one unheard message. Message one Tuesday, September 14th, 5:25 pm," the automatic voice said. A second later, a man's voice played.

"Leah.....how are you doing big sister?"

Leah smiled as she heard her brother's voice for the first time in a long time. She hated how she never got to see him anymore.

"Leah...you need to come home.....Mom died today Leah."

Leah choked. Tears started to roll down her face.

"The funeral is in a few days...but we have to clean out mom and dad's house...."

Leah suddenly felt very cold. She shivered and hugged her arms around herself as the tears continued to fall silently down her face.

"If you won't come home for that....then please come home for me....Leah....I need you right now."

Seth's voice broke and he went quiet for a few moments as he tried to regain himself. Leah cried harder as she heard how broken her brother sounded.

"I hope to see you soon, sis....I love you."

End of message

For a few moments, Leah just sat there and cried. Finally she grabbed the cordless phone and punched in a familar number. The phone rang a few times before Casey picked up the other end. "Leah, are you okay?" she asked with worry. "N-No," Leah managed to choke out. "Casey, my mom died....I need to go back to Washington. Can you give me a ride to the airport?"

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