Hi, everyone. Welcome to my first fanfic. I have read numerous stories that are wonderful on here, so I decided to publish my own. I hope you will enjoy the journey as much as I hope to enjoy taking you there. Unfortunately, my story doesn't include Bella, so if you no longer wish to read on, I completely understand. I will write my disclaimer here, and no farther. Please enjoy and please leave your reviews!

I do not own Twilight, or anything affiliated with the great Stephenie Meyer.

I had always loved my fantasies when I was a little girl, and like most kids, I would role play. Whether I was a princess for the day, dressing up in my costumes and making my castle from boxes, where I would reign over my kingdom that was the sitting room. Or a mermaid, splashing around in the bathtub with my legs together pretending it was my tail, diving down deep into my own underwater world. My mom would always scold me for soaking the bathroom completely with my splashing, but she would always smile at me when she was drying me off. Or wanting to be like my mom, and dressing in her clothes and almost breaking my ankles wearing her high heels. Once I was a little older, I would still fantasize about being a princess and dream that my knight in shining armour would protect me from the evil forces of the world. My knight would ride in valiantly on his steed - which, of course, would be played by the family dog - and he would rid my life of the wicked queen - which would be played by the family cat. I would dream of being a nurse, using my dolls and teddies as patients, wrapping them up in bandages and feeding them my pretend chicken soup.

A little older still, and I would start to play out my favourite TV shows with my friends, pretending to be rich and successful lawyers or socialites. Dallas was always a favourite, pretending to be the owner of a huge oil company, and being obscenely wealthy. I would dream that I had found Mr. Right, but he was poor and my family didn't approve. I would pretend that we broke all barriers for our love and would end up with our happy ever after. Then there were the fantasies of my early teenage years, that would see me being the girlfriend of my favourite pop star or film star. Of course, I wouldn't act those ones out, but they were always acted out in my head. The details in my head would be perfect, from the tiny ones where I would imagine what type of earrings I was wearing, to what my first meeting with the person would be. What he would be wearing, what he would say to me, and what my future with him would turn into. Always, we would be desperately in love and nothing would be in our way of happiness. Needless to say, I was always being rebuked by my school teachers for daydreaming in class, and my parents would worry when my attention span didn't last more than two minutes. I was, however, very good at creative writing, as my imagination would run wild, and I could turn my fantasies into stories that would last the test of time. For me, at least.

When I hit sixteen years of age, I met a boy called Jasper, and we fell in love. We were good together, and happy, but I would still have my daydreams and fantasies in my head, which he found adorable. Most of the time, my dreams included him, but others would be complete fantasy with film stars, or someone I had completely made up on my own. He would stare at me while my mind was elsewhere, and he would snicker at my facial expressions, as my dreams played through in my head. He knew they were just silly fantasies, and I apologised to him numerous times, but he would always tell me to stop saying sorry as he knew they weren't real, and everyone was entitled to dreams that would never come true. He told me if no one had their dreams to take their mind away from reality a little, we would probably all be insane by now.

We had a son when I turned twenty, who we called Charlie, and he was the double of his father. He was also like me a great deal as, when he grew, I would notice him day dreaming like I did. We made a lovely little family, and we were happy. Of course, we had our ups and downs as most couples do, but for the most part, we were good. Sadly, it didn't last, as I lost my partner, and my son lost his father, when he died suddenly at the age of twenty seven. It was hard, and my son always seemed to blame himself for his fathers death. He would always mumble that he should have protected him, that there should have been something that he could of done. It was hard to explain to him that there was nothing he could have done, but he was only seven at the time, and couldn't grasp the fact that things like this happened for no reason. I found my son day dreamed all the more after that, and I could just imagine that he was living his dreams in his head, with his father by his side. My day dreaming stopped for a long time. I felt I had no right to my fantasies, when there were others who could no longer dream at all, like Jasper. He could no longer dream or sleep or love, and I felt that I shouldn't be allowed to dream either. I felt it unfair and felt I was betraying him if I did.

Eventually, as Charlie grew older, he stopped blaming himself for Jasper's death, and his mind settled a little, meaning his day dreaming became less and less. My mind started playing around with little dreams again, but nothing spectacular the way I used to, not even when a friend told me of a new series of books that had been released. I used to love reading, as they would fuel my fantasies and give me different situations that I could dream about. I hadn't lifted a book since Jasper, and although my friend said they were fantastic, I had no intentions of reading them. She told me what they were about, and although I liked mythical fantasies, I just wasn't interested in reading them. I thought I was a little old for that kind of thing now, being thirty and all. My friend then informed me that the books were to be adapted for film, and she gushed over them like a giddy teenager. When she saw the first film, she told me the plot and said it was wonderful, and she couldn't wait for the next instalment. I had read in the papers about the film being a phenomenon, but for some reason, it still didn't appeal to me. Not until 2010, two years after it's first release, that is.

Thank God that shift is over, I thought as I packed away my equipment. I worked in a beauty salon, doing everything from pedicures and manicures, to spray tans, makeup and of course …. waxing. That was my favourite. Not that I was sadistic in any way, but after the shock of the treatment and me using the soothing gel on my clients, they looked at me as if I was their guardian angel, sent to deliver them from the clutches of the evil wax monster. It made me feel good to see the relief on their faces. I chuckled to myself as I packed up the last of my things.

"You coming to the club tonight, Laura?" asked Suzie, one of my colleagues.

"Not tonight," I replied. "It's been a busy week and I just want to start off the weekend relaxing at home."

"Seriously?" she asked, raising her perfectly threaded eyebrows at me.

I chuckled lightly. "Yeah. Seriously. My feet are aching, so I'm going to have a long, hot, relaxing bath, get into my pyjamas and see what's on the box."

"Aww, man!" she mumbled.

"Next week, I promise," I told her, giving her a hug. "Goodnight girls, see you next week," I said, as I headed out the door to the parking lot.

After Jasper died, my boss offered to renew my contract, making sure I would only work Monday through Friday. That way, I wouldn't have to pay for childcare at the weekends, and I could work while Charlie was at school. I was so grateful to her, and she said she would have done it for any of her girls. My mom looked after Charlie when he was on breaks from school, so I didn't need to pay for extra childcare then, either. That meant I could save extra money that I wouldn't have had otherwise. I had amassed a decent sized nest egg over the years, which I knew Charlie and I would need at some point if anything, God forbid, were to happen to my mother. Charlie and I had moved in with my parents about six months after Jasper died. My father had a severe stroke, and my mother needed the extra help that I could provide after work. Dad passed about a year after that, but I decided to stay with mom. She was devastated, of course, but Charlie helped to keep her grounded, and I couldn't bare to leave her on her own.

Opening my front door, I called out to mom I was home.

"Hi, honey," she said, as I kicked of my shoes and flopped onto the sofa. "Good day?" she asked with a grin.

"Yeah," I sighed, as I relaxed into the soft cushions. "Busy."

"Hungry?" she asked, getting up from her chair.

"No thanks, mom. I'll eat after my bath. Where's Charlie?"

"Staying over at his friends for the weekend."

"Oh, okay."

Charlie was sixteen now, and was becoming quite the independent young man. He didn't like to stay over at his friends at weekends, because he liked to spend my days off with mom and I, but apparently his friend had just got some new games for his X-box, and they were going to have a marathon session. I was going to have to talk to him about staying over more. He had his own life now, and he could always see me in the evenings. I wanted him to know there was no need for him to stay home every weekend, but knowing him, his answer would be : "I just want to make sure you are both okay." I smiled to myself as I ran my bath and poured loads of bath oil into the running water. I lit some candles around the tub, and went through into the kitchen for a glass of wine. Stopping off at my bedroom for my pyjamas, I called out to mom that I was going for my bath.

"Okay. I'm going to bed Laura. I bought a new book today, and I just want to snuggle up with it," she called back.

"Fine, mom. I'll see you in the morning."

I tentatively lowered myself into the scalding bath water. Once my body had become accustomed to the heat, I began to relax, sipping my wine. This was more or less the only time I would daydream now, while relaxing in the bath. I lay down with my head propped on an inflatable pillow, and closed my eyes. I imagined Charlie meeting the woman of his dreams and falling madly in love. I imagined their wedding day and my future grandkids. There were two. A boy and a girl. Twins, I imagined, with Charlie's beautiful, thick black hair and his stunning hazel eyes. Their names would be …. hmm, let me see … Carlisle and Alice. Jasper and I had talked about having more kids, and we had picked out those names if we did have more. So, of course, I would imagine my grandkids with those very names.

I sighed as the water began to cool, and reluctantly got out. I dried and dressed in the bathroom, leaving my hair wrapped in a towel, as I headed back into the sitting room. I looked through the TV listings for the evening, and found absolutely nothing of interest. One movie did stand out to me though. I remembered back a few years to my friend gushing over it.

"Twilight," I mumbled, rolling my eyes. It was being premiered for the first time on a local channel. It still didn't really appeal to me, but I had to watch something, just so as I could fully unwind before heading to bed. Shrugging my shoulders, I went to the kitchen for another glass of wine and some chips, and then settled down curling my legs beneath me, and watched the opening sequence. Sipping my wine, I snorted slightly. Vampires, I thought, rolling my eyes again. I eventually settled down enough to watch the full movie, and by the time the end credits were rolling, I gasped.

"Jesus."