A/N: well my head has been going with ideas and this popped up while watching how I met your mother. So enjoy. I DO NOT OWN TWILING OR THE SHOW HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER!

A STORY ON HOW WE MET

BY Isabella Cullen

INTRODUCTION

Sometimes life is tricky. I'm very aware of that. I happen to make my life very tricky at first but I grew up in time. However before I start my story I should tell you some information about myself beforehand. My name Isabella but I go by Bella.

Currently I'm pregnant with my third child. This is my second pregnancy so I'm still getting use to my hormones. I've always been hormonal but when I am pregnant I'm worse then my normal state. And I truly does not help that my two little kids are asking me how their father and me meet. That is a long story and fairly it's to mature for them. I had just told them that I will tell them everything when they are older. My husband however decided that if I write it all down things will go a little easier on my part. Fewer interruptions. So here I am typing all this down.

I blame that wonderful television show "How I Met Your Mother". The kids saw a clip of the TV show one day on accident and now they wont stop bugging me to have their daddy tell them how he met me.

Children, please be advise that you two are now sixteen and clearly old enough to hear or in this case read on how your father and I meet. Also note that in here you will learn shocking truths about me, not so much your father. He is still the same as he was back then. There are thing that will be reviled to you both and it might change your opinion on me. Just please read everything first before you guys question me.

We always told you two that your father and I meet at his college when I was visiting you Aunt Alice. This is true, but it's not the full truth. Here is the story of how your father and I meet.

Ps. Writers of "How I Met Your Mother" if my children don't talk to me after this I'm going to be very mad. Even if I love the show I will be very mad.

Now let's begin this past i tried to forget but its now back to haunt me.

CHAPTER ONE

"Alice! I'm coming over for spring break!" I yelled excitedly into the cell phone. My smile on my face was clearly growing way to big because my cheek started to hurt.

I could feel the stares of my roommate. Shes most likely thinking on how nuts I am. Sure I'm a little nuts but she doesn't need to stare like I am an animal. Great my smile is gone. Remember Bella you don't talk much at school so its probably a shock on her part.

'Still it doesn't give her permission to stare!' My conscience yelled at me.

Yes I do have a conscience and she is very annoying like right now.

"Really! Ohmigod! Sis I can't wait for you to come and meet all my friends! I'm a thousand percent positive that you will click with everyone!" Alice yelled, making the smile grow back on my face.

Alice and I have been friends since 7th grade and are basically sisters. The term soul sisters was practically made for us.

"I hope so. The people at my school are not very nice. To me there all stuck-up-rich-kids-who-have-no-true-life." To me all rich people are all pod people. They are molded to follow their parents so when they meet someone who has a choice on how to live they hate them. But that is just my opinion.

I've been dreaming of going to an Ivy League for so long that when I got in I was so happy I overlook on how the rich kids will act with scholarship kids. However don't get me wrong there are some rich kids who are welcoming. Like my ex Rosalie. She came from a very rich family but is very down to earth. She and I just clicked the first day I got here. She was my tour guide and we talked some bit and she asked me out for coffee and the rest they say is history.

I heard a snort from across the room. Apparently my roommate Raquel didn't like that statement.

"Well what day will you get here?" Alice asked me. Was she changing the subject? We use to always talk about how a lot of rich people are mean. She never changed the subject! Maybe she said something and I wasn't paying attention. Yah that's it!

"Sunday but I'm not sure. I might come earlier or later. Its all up to my boss. But I think Sunday for sure."

I miss my Alice. The last time I saw her was at Christmas in our hometown. It's been forever since we seen each other.

"YAY!" she paused and I heard knocking in the background. "I got to go sis! My ride is here! Bye!"

She hung up. Hanged up on me. With out me saying good bye. OH NO! WAS SHE IN TROUBLE! I'm pretty sure that was fear in her voice!

'Goodness! Women get a grip! You are overreacting!' my conscience yelled.

She was right. Alice was fine I'm just making something out of nothing. Damn my over protective genes. I'm always overprotective with my family and friends. I was a inch away from joining the army just to make sure I protected them from oversea enemies but Alice stopped me saying if I go she will cry. Also damn my weakness for crying girls.

"Argh!" I mumbled and got up from the chair I was sitting at. I walked to my bed and plopped down. I need to take a nap before I start thinking that Sis was kidnapped.

A/n: so this is a little different then my other stories. Everyone is human and well very OOC, you will see when you read. So tell me what you think! REVIEW! PLEASE REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! LEAVE A COMMENT PLEASE!