Hello people. Just so you know, this fanfic was a collaborative story between my friend Katrina(softballnutster) and me (Matt). Just lemme know how we're doing.

Here I was again, up way too late.

"Seriously Mia, I don't understand why some people hate Breaking Dawn."

I was once again talking to one of my best friends, Matt. We were discussing the latest installment of the twilight saga, Breaking Dawn. I had recently finished it, and loved it. We were talking about different way the book could possibly end. I stole a glance at my clock, even though I knew I would become tired if I knew the real time. 10:16. I inwardly laughed. If my parents ever knew that I was talking at this hour I'd probably be skinned alive. Luckily, they always went to bed around 9:30, and they're room was on the other side of the mansion, so they couldn't hear me speaking, although even if they were in the same room, chances were they wouldn't wake. They wouldn't wake even if I came right up too they're ear and blew a trumpet in it. Well, maybe they would then, but you get my idea.

"It's probably the best book in the series, what with Bella being changed." Matt said.

"You can't argue with that, especially with the description Stephanie Meyer gives." I said. I didn't normally read aloud. I was just too embarrassed to talk in , but that quote deserved to be read, and I was going to read it.

"I stared at the beautiful woman with the terrifying eyes, looking for pieces of me. There was something there in the shape of her lips- if you looked past the dizzying beauty; it was true that her upper lip was slightly out of balance, a bit too full to match the lower. Finding this familiar little flaw made me feel a tiny bit better. Maybe the rest of me was in there, too."

"I think she's one hell of a writer, I mean---" He was interrupted by a large crash from down the hall.

"Crap." I muttered. "Sorry Matt, gotta go." I said into the phone. "That's fine. See you tomorrow." Matt said, and I hung up. Our dog, Zack, was either half-blind or just plain stupid, as he was usually bumping into furniture and knocking it over. I got off my bed and started walking down the hall to make sure he was ok.

As I turned the corner into the front room, I laid my eyes on the person I thought I would never meet.

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