Hello all It's been awhile since I've written, but I've been dying to write something and this is what I have come up with so far. I hope it's decent : ) It will probably continue to improve (hopefully) over time, and the story line will develop more as well.

PS- Nothing against Yankees :D I'm just a Carolina girl, and trust me; we're just as bad as Bella's making us out to be, but I wouldn't change it. And I'm using stereotypes, so I apologize. Hope you like it!

Oh and I own nothing!

I could honestly say I hated South Carolina. Growing up in Massachusetts, you wouldn't expect any different. God, everyone was so nice and kind down there. Everyone was willing to tell you their life stories. I just wanted everyone to shut up.

My dad had an opportunity to become CEO of the company he worked for, but only if we moved to Charleston. The first thing I did was google the city, and I hated it from the moment I looked at the pictures. I hated everything historical. History's already happened, why should I care? My mom was over the moon, as was my little brother, Sebastian. He was 14 and a little nerd. He loved history, and everything about the south. Hicks, if you ask me.

I looked at my large, two story black and white house in a large neighborhood. I looked down at the brick of the front walk way, where Sebastian and I had placed our handprints when we were smaller. I looked at the freshly painted front door; and I felt a very sudden urge to cry. Throwing my bag on the ground rougher than I needed to, I dug through it to find my sunglasses. I reached up to put them on my face, right as Sebastian smacked into my arm, successfully knocking them onto the ground, breaking them right in two.

He looked up at me, trying not to laugh. "Mom says come get in the car, or we're going to miss our flight." I ignored what he had just told me, becoming all the more irritated because he wasn't apologizing for breaking my glasses.

"Look what you did!" I hissed, pushing my brother out of the way.

"It isn't like I meant to. Jesus, what got into you?"

"You did." I replied, picking up my sunglasses. "You're so annoying, you know that? Why are you so happy, anyway? We're leaving everything we know and you're excited."

"Maybe because I adjust well, and I'm not a spoiled brat like you are, Bella." I stalked off without replying. Maybe I was being over dramatic, but I had to give up everything I loved because my dad was being selfish and he took the job. I slammed the door of the car as I climbed in. My mom turned around. "Wipe that look off your face, please. We have a long day ahead of us, and I don't want to deal with your attitude again."

"I wouldn't have an attitude if it wasn't for that little mongrel you call your son."

"That's enough, Bells." My dad interjected, putting the car in reverse as Sebastian stuck his tongue out at me.

"He broke my sunglasses. My good sunglasses! Do you know how much I paid for those, or even how much I loved them?"

"Do you mean how much I paid for them? And we can get you another pair. But Bella, we really do have a very long day ahead of us, and you can either get over it, or not, but everyone is not going to be affected by your foul mood." My dad replied, shooting me a glare in the rearview mirror.

I huffed as I buckled my seatbelt. Everyone was happy but me. The flight went by much too fast, and before I knew it, I was in a taxi going to my new home on some road called South of Broad. This place had nothing on downtown Massachusetts. I missed it more than I thought I would, which was saying a lot and I had only been gone for a few hours.

The outside of the house was yellow, and it was on a street corner. I only liked two things about it: one, it was facing the river, and two, the address was 18 ½ . The house was built in 1805, and my first thought was "Holy shit, it's going to fall in on me at any second." My mom cocked her eyebrow at me when I said this out loud.

"You're from Boston for God's Sake; I thought we raised you for a better appreciation of history."

"Guess you failed in that department." I replied, sounding less like the seventeen year old that I was and more like a three year old

"I've really had it with your attitude. Go find something to entertain yourself until you calm down."

"My pleasure." I had ten thousand square feet to find something to entertain myself. Most of our furniture had already been unpacked and settled. I found the spiral staircase and wondered to the fourth door on the right. I could see Sebastian hanging up posters of movies that he liked. Good for him, I thought. The little nerd is perfect after all.

My room was unpainted and bare, minus the picture of the harbor that came with the house. I walked over and took it down, setting it against the wall. My bed had my least favorite sheets on it, and my lamp was missing its lampshade. Awesome. I took my clothes out of the boxes, and by the time I was finished with that, I was being called for dinner.

I found my way to the dining room, where I heard Sebastian talking. I walked in, and stopped short. He was talking to someone I didn't recognize. I looked at my brother, becoming annoyed all over again. We had been here a few hours and he had already made a new friend.

"Who're you?" I asked with an edge to my voice.

"My name's Jay." He replied.

"Excuse my sister's rudeness. I think she's PMSing."

"Do you even know the definition of PMSing?" I shot back, rolling my eyes.

"I sure do. It's when the layer of blood from…"

"That's enough, I get it. I'm going to get food. You two have fun."

"Your sister's really hot," I heard Jay say as I was walking from the room. "But she's really bitchy."

"I don't find her hot, but you got that about the bitchy part." I huffed as I entered the kitchen.

My dad was standing at the island in the middle of the large room, fixing something to drink. Sweet tea. Yuck. Everyone was turning Southern right around me, and there was nothing I could do.

"Did you get everything unpacked?" My mother asked.

"My clothes," I replied, getting a generous helping of food.

"That's it?"

"And I took the picture off the wall."

"The painting of the harbor?"

"I guess," I hadn't paid too much attention to whether it was a painting or a picture. It didn't matter to me.

"Well don't ruin it, please. We'll put it somewhere else in the house if you don't want it."

"Kay."

"Did you meet Sebastian's new friend? He seems pretty nice."

"Yep, I sure did. Now the geek has a twin."

"Bella," my dad warned.

"I met his mother while I was walking. She says they have twins your age, a boy and a girl. She seems very nice. They'll start as the same school as you in September." I rolled my eyes.

"You don't have to make friends for me, mom. I'll make them on my own."

"Well, I just thought maybe you'd like to meet them sometime. They may come over later to get Jay."

"Wonderful, it'll be a joyous occasion, I'm sure." I took my plate and went back upstairs. I didn't think I could handle eating with them tonight. I finished my dinner and set the plate on my dresser. Exploring the rest of the upstairs, I found three unused bedrooms, a living room, and a powder room. I stopped in the doorway of Sebastian's room, to look and see what he had done.

As much as Sebastian and I fought, I loved him a lot. He annoyed me, but he was an essential part of my life. I felt creepy standing in the doorway of his bedroom, so I went to take my shower. It was almost eleven when I was finished. I threw my hair up and I found some soffees and a t shirt to wear. As I was brushing my teeth, I decided to go tell my parents and ridiculously annoying brother goodnight. Taking the steps two by two, I hurried down to the living room. I stopped dead in my tracks as I hit the foyer. The tooth paste dripped from my mouth in front of the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. This absolutely had to be the icing on the cake.

"Um," he began, trying not to laugh, "I'm Jay's brother, I'm here to get him."

I know it's short, but I haven't had much time to write and I had to get this out. I hope y'all like it. I might continue on with it, and I might not. I'm not sure. Let me know what you think, but please don't be too harsh!

Thanks so much for reading.