AN: Hey guys! This is my first fanfic and I hope you like it. Sorry if it takes a while to update. My computer and I don't exactly see eye to eye (or I guess eye to monitor). Anyway, please read and Review. I like constuctive critcism and I can answer any Q's you have.

SUMMARY: Bella and her twin sister, Liz, were always the same, yet different. The girls agreed on almost everything—until now. What happens when they both meet and fall for Edward? Who will he choose and what will happen to the other?

Disclaimer- However much I wish that I owned all of these wonderful characters, I do not. Stephanie Meyer is pure genius for this series!

BPOV

"Are you sure that both of you have to leave?" asked my aunt for what seemed like the hundredth time since we arrived at the airport an hour ago.

"Relax, Aunt Jessie! Bella and I are going to be fine. We're just going to try this out. If it doesn't work, we'll be on the first plane home, okay?" said Liz. I was always so jealous of how calm and collected she was. I, on the other hand, was almost as much of a wreck as Aunt Jessie, only I didn't show it.

Liz, my identical twin sister and best friend knew better. "You need to keep calm too, Bella. We're all going to survive this. It's just trying things out with Charlie. No big deal," she comforted us. I didn't know how she did it. I was sure that I looked fine on the outside. I even looked somewhat excited, and kept my voice even when I talked. Somehow, she could always see right through the mask to the feelings deep down. Maybe it came with being my best friend and sole confidant.

"Calling all passengers for Flight 587 to Port Angeles, Washington. We will now begin boarding," a bored monotone voice called out over the loudspeaker. That was us. We had to go.

"That's our flight. Bye! I love you! Tell Uncle Jimmy bye for us, okay?" I called to Aunt Jessie as we made our way to the plane.

The plane ride was five and a half hours to get from Phoenix to Port Angeles, then another hour in the car with Charlie down to the rainiest town on Earth, Forks, Washington. Liz fell asleep on my shoulder about five minutes into the trip. This left me enough time to think and mentally prepare myself for everything.

Liz and I were born in Forks when our mother died. She went on a walk one day and got mauled by some wild animal, almost to the point where Charlie was unable to identify her. He was so depressed that he was unable to take care of us or himself. We were sent to live with Renee, my mom, had only one sister, Aunt Jessie, and so we were sent to live with her husband. We were raised well and cared for by them. Charlie's friend Billy took full care and responsibility for him.

Liz and I were almost exact copies of each other. We both had the same brown hair with reddish undertones and the same heart-shaped face. Both of our skin was abnormally pale, but still pretty. We were also both 5'4" exactly. The only differences were our hair styles, and our eyes. Liz had shoulder length, pin-straight hair, and bright green eyes. I had long, wavy hair that hung at about mid-back length and chocolate brown eyes. Somehow, our eyes both turned an eerie shade of brownish green when we got mad. It was a weird and unexplainable phenomenon to doctors.

When it comes to personalities, Liz and I are black and white. She is the pretty, popular, sporty sister. She sports and was the MVP in every team back at home. She did volleyball, soccer, track, swimming, basketball, cheerleading, gymnastics, guitar, piano, and singing. Every girl wanted to be her and every guy wanted to be with her. I was quiet, reserved. I played the guitar and piano as well, but she was better at guitar and I at piano. I was too clumsy to do any type of physical activities. I preferred to read and watch Liz from the sidelines. I was her biggest fan and most trusted friend. In turn, she was my sole confidant and highest protector. Whenever anyone said anything bad about me, Liz would be the girl that makes their life miserable, just to make me feel better. She never let me fall too low on the social hierchy, but couldn't pull me too high due to my inability to relate to anyone but Liz.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts. We will now begin the descent into Port Angeles, Washington," the captain called over the intercom, interrupting my thoughts.

"Hey, Liz. Wake up. We're gonna start landing soon." She groaned and half-opened her eyes. She stretched and yawned.

Once we landed, we got off of the plane and headed to baggage claim to meet Charlie. We both looked around for him when a small girl ran into me from behind, making me fall flat and spill my carry-on bag. Liz got protective and her green eyes darkened to a browner shade that was half-way between either of our eye colors. She was going to start yelling at the small girl, when she was cut off with apologies.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! I wasn't paying and attention to where I was going! Are you okay? Let me grab all of that for you," she offered already gathering all of my stuff faster than I would have thought possible. She looked up to hand me my stuff when I gasped.

She was gorgeous. Her short black hair was spiked in all directions in a way that looked great on her and her alone. She was tiny, a size 00, most likely, and only about 5'1" with high heels. I guessed that she'd be about 4'11" without them. She was very pale, as if she had never seen sun. But these things were not what made me gasp. Her eyes were beautiful. They were a clear topaz color that shone with energy and excitement. They were full of depth and intelligence. I could tell that she was smart and just by looking at her, I could feel myself get happier by the same emotion that radiated off of her.

"Hi. My name is Alice. Who are you two?" she asked, interrupting my stares. Liz, who was also gapping, snapped back to attention and answered her with a little bit of contempt.

"I'm Liz and the girl you just ran over is my sister, Bella," Liz half joked, but I could tell that she was still a little mad at the little pixie-like girl by the way her eyes were mostly green with a few specks of brown. Alice's eyes widened in recognition at our names.

"Are you two Chief Swan's daughters?" she asked, incredulous.

"Yes, we are. How do you know him?" I finally got up the courage to speak.

"I live in Forks too. Everyone knows him and has been expecting your arrival. I thought that you weren't supposed to be here until next week," she responded, laughing a little.

"Our flight plans got changed. The airlines made a mistake and gave us plane tickets with no layovers today instead of on Monday, so we're here early. I tried to get a hold of Charlie at the station, but he was out and wouldn't be back until later tonight. So we'll just have to keep trying him." Liz was fully calm by now. Alice was practically jumping for joy at something or another.

"I'll give you a ride to the police station if you want. That way, Charlie can still take you home, but you guys don't have to wait around for three and a half-hours." She was so excited by this, we couldn't help but accept.

We made our way to the carousel and got our bags. Liz and I had a lot of stuff, with her sports equipment, my books and our guitars and keyboards. Alice had more. Her bags were all packed with clothes in comparison to ours. Her answer to this was that she loved to shop. I wondered where she got the money for all of this.

Alice, Liz and I made our way over to the exit and eventually into the parking lot. Alice led us to a beautiful canary yellow Porsche 911 Turbo with soft leather interiors. Liz and I gaped while Alice laughed at our expressions. She must be really rich to have this and all of the bags of clothing.

Once loaded, the car made its way out onto the highway. I finally got a hold of Charlie to tell him that we were on our way to the station. He was sorry that he hadn't received our messages, but glad that we didn't have to wait or come home in a taxi. Alice sped quicker than necessary, but we made it to the station in half the time. She parked the car and cut the engine before turning around to face us.

"Are you ready to see Charlie?" she asked, excitedly.