You treat me just like another stranger
Well, it's nice to meet you, sir
I guess I'll go, I best be on my way out

Ignorance is your new best friend
Ignorance is your new best friend

He did not just say that.

No.

No.

No.

A million and twelve times no.

That's right. Not just a million. A million and twelve.

I've always liked the number twelve and I'm sad to have to associate it with this mind fucking rejection. It's an outrage, I tell you. No one should go through this. No one should have to do this. No one should have to be this.

No one should have to be that pansy's stepsister.

Again, I dare say, that's right. You heard me. This chicks about to be a sis. Or, a step sissy better yet. Yep. Good old dumb fuck Dad is tying the knot. Most would let out a bewildered 'Finally!' and throw him a God damn party. But not I. No. Because unlike those folks, who sit and plan the ceremony as I share this, do not have to be in a house with the shitheads he's tainted our family with. Hell, I'm pretty sure none of Dad's buddies have ever even met his new ho. I dare say Daddio is embarrassed of his new uptown bride. Figures. Dad's just the kind of guy that would be embarrassed of money. Considering we had none, that is. Don't go assuming Padre is a very nice man, and he is not marrying this Lolita for her bucks. He's marrying her because he's an idiot.

Let's start from the beginning, shall we? My Mom and Dad we sixteen when they shacked it on up and produced moi. My Mom is a hardcore Hippie, weed and all. Her and Dad split up when I was three and I haven't seen her since. All we know is that she's alive, because for some weirdo reason, she sends me a rubber band every year for my birthday and Christmas. And not just any rubber band. Nope. Rainbow ones, sparkly ones, hell, I even got a Spiderman one when I was seven. But, yes, she has been none to send me just a dirty old rubber band, that I'm sure she found on the street. But still. I hold nothing against her. She doesn't want to be here, that's her fucking problem. I don't give a shit.

Dad, however, is another story. Old Man Swan, as the youngsters call him is a true blue player. I know what everyone is thinking, and might I say, ew. He's been known to bring his dates home here and there, but hey, thats the magic of climbing out the window. I never stick around long enough to hear anything. And yes, all you little pervs out there. His dates are his age. Most of the time. He's on thirty two, and he usually goes after the younger members of the heard, but nothing creepy. There all in their twenty's and perfectly legal. And usually, very, very, blond. That's why a major case of intrigue caught up to me, when he started dating this thirty four year old red head. I mean, I don't tend to ask my Dad about his preferences, I just can tell. My Mom was brunette, this chick is a red head, but he goes for the blonds. Claims there easier. Of course, he means no offense to thos blondies out there. His Mother's a blond, for God's sake!

Dad's my best bud, you see. That sounds pathetic, but he is. I have friends, yes, but none quite like my Dad. I mostly hang around guys. I'm a tomboy. I skateboard. I goof off. I can burp Michael Jackson songs. I'm not a fan of clothes, or shoes. Hell, if it wasn't illegal and pretty pervtastic, I'd go everywhere naked as the day I was born. So would Dad. He's a low maintenance guy. He trusts me, I trust him, we trust each other. That's it. Were a team though. Dad didn't go to College, he was too busy chasing little munchkin me around. So he bounces from job to job. So, we bounce from apartment to apartment. Or should I say shit hole to shit hole? Because our places have been pretty bad.

A second ago, Dad told me he was engaged. And I've been entertaining you with this monologue since then. I'm taking a wile guess, and saying her probably wants my reaction. Well. Cover your eyes kiddies, because there's about to be some bloodshed.

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"Fuck. No." I growled, standing up from where I was seated in our dirty old red la-Z-boy

"Hey, watch the mouth, Turrettastic. And fuck yes, I am marrying Lizzie." He replied, calmly, pushing me lightly back down in the chair. I felt like calmly smashing his head into out makeshift dinner/card table in the corner.

"Lizzie? You have a pet name for the home wrecker?" I hissed, my eyes widening in disbelief.

"Hey there, she's not a homewrecker. She's a lovely lady, and I'm sure you'll love her." He told me, gently.

"Lovely lady? Gee, Mr. Rogers, you wanna sing a tune about this so called lovely lady Lizzie?" I asked sarcastically, glaring up at him.

"Bells, do me a favor and shut your trap. I don't need the sarcasm, kid." He sighed.

"Oh, but you do need a wife. And would you look at that- you already have a sixteen year old! Sarcasm and this situation are a package deal, Pops." I snorted, scowling at him as I removed myself from the chair. I walked over to the door and grabbed me board and me shoes. I slipped on my nearly dead as door nails black Chucks and my neon green helmet with the scuff marks, before I turned the knob to exit this hell.

"Bella Marie, where do you think your going?" He demanded, walking over to me.

"Out." I hissed, already out the door and down the hall of our crappy apartment building. I jogged down the stairs, holding my old black board under my arm as I went. When I got down to our 'lobby' I stopped by the front desk. The landlord, Billy Black, was sitting there on the grimy blue couch, tinkering with his plastic watch, angrily.

"Your blocking my watch fixing light, Thing Two." He said, quietly. I snorted. He referred to Charlie and I as Thing One and Thing Two. Right, Because we sure acted like Dr. Suess characters.

"Didja know that loser up in 3B is getting married?" I asked, setting my board on the ground, and placing my foot on it so it wouldn't roll off somewhere.

"3B?" He asked, wistfully. "Isn't that your place?"

"No shit, Sherlock." I snorted.

"Just because I'm majorly pimp, does not mean you can talk to me that way, little girl." He said, warningly. Well, fuck me running. Did he even know what pimp was?

"Billy, where'd you learn that?" I sighed.

"Jake, taught it to me. See, I can keep up with you kids." He said, seriously, turning back down to his watch. Jacob was Billy's obnoxious fourteen year old son. He thought he was a golden booger on a silver platter because he knew 'Older Woman' aka me. To be perfectly honest, he was just hot snot on a paper plate.

"Whatever, Billy. Tell Dad I'll be home around two-ish." I told him, turning away, hopping on my board.

"In the morning?" He asked, bored.

"Whatever floats his boat." I shrugged, skating out of there. I was weaving down the sidewalk, passing a few people here and there. This wasn't a bad part of town, and Billy's apartments weren't that bad. It was just a cheap place. And I had doubted we were staying here for long. Dad's new job at the post office wasn't exactly paying that well. But what the hell did I know? The minute I turn my back, he runs off and gets engaged.

I headed to the the trashed kiddie park on Peach Street, skating by all the disghusted Mother's with strollers and diaper bags. We didn't trash the park, it was Jacob and his dumb ass friends. He was friends with a bunch of older guys. Sam, Paul and Jared were all nineteen and still living at home. Sam was there ringleader, but I knew that he was going to community college on the side and had plans to ditch their sorry asses pretty soon. I went on a few dates with him last summer. Now he's going out with Emily He's a nice guy, he's just had a tough life. He's getting back on track though. But as much as Jacob hated to admit, a few of the guys in their little group were only like twelve. Collin and Brady . Jacob had two best friends though, Quil and Embry. Embry was going out with Leah Clearwater, so her little brother, Seth, was in their group too. Some people called them a gang behind their backs. They weren't a gang. They were just some moron kids who had nothing better to do than trash a little kids park.

All the slides and swings were fine, it was just spray painted and there were beer cans everywhere. As I rolled down the path, I snorted as I saw one of my best friends, Max, sliding down the slide with his hands in the air. He got stuck half way down, trying to scout himself all the way out. My other two best friends, Ricky and Win were sitting on the swings. Ricky had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, ignoring Win who was telling him to please, God, take a tic tac afterwards.

"Hey, Bee!" Max exclaimed, his wild curly blond hair flying everywhere as he not so gracefully flung himself out of slide too big for his ass. Ricky rolled his eyes and nodded his head at me. Win was a little warmer and grinned at me as I went and sat in Ricky's lap. Ricky and I weren't a thing, we were just close. He had a pretty scary past, and he had trusted me with it pretty early on. We didn't flaunt our friendsip, he wasn't loud like Max or a puppy dog like Win. He was just Ricky that kid who smokes in the park.

"Hiya, Bee Bug." Win grinned getting up to give me his swing. Win was a real nice guy. He had shaggy black hair and he was tan from all the sun he soaked up. Not sure how he did that in Forks. Ricky had reddish brown hair that stuck up like a cartoon characters. It was like Pops. Or was it Crackle...

"You're lookin' pretty wemo. Care to share?" Max asked, a little out of breathe as he came over and took the other swing before I could. Win, who had taken to sitting on the ground with his Coke, rolled his eyes. Win didn't drink or smoke like Ricky. Ricky knew it was bad for him, but he liked to do it. He claimed it beat cutting himself, which he has tried before.

"The Faternal unit is getting fitted for a tux." I huffed.

"Sweet. Mr. S is gonna be a penguin." Win laughed.

"Whys he getting fitted for a tux?" Ricky asked, quietly, in my ear.

"He's met a 'lovely lady' as he puts it. Can you gather what comes out of that?" I raised an eyebrow at Max, who was scratching his head, dumbly.

Win's eyes widened. "He's getting married?"

"You're damn right, Winnie." I nodded, taking a drag from Ricky's cigarette. It was gross, but it was good right now.

"Didn't think Mr. S had it in him." Max chuckled. "So, who's the lucky lady?"

"You don't know her. All I know is, she's a red head with a one son. Charlie showed me a picture, and let me just say now that this kid is a giant school shooting waiting to happen." I sighed.

"He's handy?" Max asked, laughing.

"One, even I think that's mean. Two, no he's not handicapped!" I said, reaching over to shove him. "He's just an Urkel."

"Ugh." Win grunted. "Have fun with him."

"Oh, I have some plans." I laughed, taking another drag. Ricky let me without complaint, hugging my waist with his free arm. He liked close contact from me. He told me once that I was the only person he knew he felt safe with.

"I can't believe Mr. S is tying himself to that woman. It's like a forced, sick bond that can only be broken with mean lawyers and judgmental judges." Max shivered.

"Well, Maxi Pad, there called judges for a reason." I shrugged, leaning into Ricky.

"I'm never getting married." He announced.

"What about Cora?" Win demanded, sipping his drink.

"We don't need to be married to be together." He argued.

"Don't you love her?" Ricky demanded, a little angrily.

"Yeah." Max shrugged.

"Then worship her ass." He growled, taking back his cigarette. He sucked breathed it in and then breathed it all out his mouth in a circle. It was a cool trick, that I honestly wish I could do. I might be a loud mouth, but I wasn't a talented loud mouth. I glanced back at Ricky. His dark brown eyes were hard, and a little cold. I stuck my tongue out at him and he softened a little, crossing his eyes at me, quickly. I smiled and turned back around.

But that smile turned into a frown when I realized what I was going home to.

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"I love you, you know that Eddie?" My mother smiled, smoothing my unruly bronze hair out.

"I love you too, Mama." I smiled, lifting my fork into my mouth.

"You remember the nice man I told you I was seeing?" She questioned, gently.

"Yes, I recall you mentioning him." I nodded.

"Hmm." She hummed, quietly. She lifted her head up, quickly.

"Eddie, honey, do you miss your Father?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Sometimes, yes, I do." I nodded, warily.

"Do you ever want someone to do guy stuff with?" She asked, trying to sound not really lame.

"You're enough for me, Mama." I chuckled, setting my fork down. She looked at me, fondly.

"Sweetie, how would you feel about me getting re-married?" She asked, taking in a deep breath.

My mouth fell open. "Excuse me?"

"Charlie asked me to marry him today, Eddie, and I accepted." She explained, biting her lip.

My eyes widened, further as I pushed my glasses up my nose. Mama was getting married? I'd never even met this man! What if he drank? Or worse, didn't have a recycle bin?

"When?" I asked, quietly.

"We haven't set an exact date yet. He's waiting to talk to his daughter. Apparently, when he told her she threw an absolute hissy fit." She said, impatiently. "Thank you, Eddie, for reacting so well to the news. You're so mature for your age."

"Thank you, Mama." I smiled, gently. "I'm going to go study."

"Alright. Goodnight, Pumpkin." She said, kissing me on the cheek as she went to go put the dishes in the washer.

As I climbed the stairs up to my bedroom, I let it all sink in. Married? A Step Father? A Step Sister? What if she was rude? Or made fun of me and my room, like every other kid in High School. She didn't go to my school. Mom told me when they first started dating that she went to the public school in the bad part of town. I went to a Catholic school in the higher class side of town. It was very expensive to live here, but my Mother had her inheritance and the child support my Father, Edward Sr, sends us every month. He cheated on Mama when I was six and it's been virtually just me and her since. Dad comes around on Holidays and pops in randomly sometimes, but that's about it. Though, he does call every week. So, I do have some contact with hm. He lived in California now, he was a plastic surgeon. I wanted to be a Doctor too, but I had plans to be a pediatrician.

I was rather nerdy, you could say. I have think black framed glasses and terrible acne. I'm blind as a bat without my glasses and my acne won't go away, no matter what I try. I don't have the best sense of style, but I thought I dressed just fine. And Mama would have a heart attack if I dressed with my trousers sagging like the other boys. I didn't have very many friends. I didn't have any friends, really. There were a few who pitied me, but that was it. I was skinny, but not quite boney. I wasn't muscular but I got by in Gym class. Though, I was tormented relentlessly by Emmett McCarty and his friends. They loved picking on me. Oh, the names he called me....

So what if I was in AP everything? It's an honor.

I wasn't sure about this so called 'Sister'. If she was so rude as to walk out on her own Father while he spoke with her, how mean could she really be? I mean, home is my sanctuary. No one laughs at me here. I'm free to study and play my piano as I wish. I didn't want that to go away. I laid down on my bed, gingerly. Emmett had punched my shoulder rather ruffly today and it still was tender. I lay my head down on the silk pillowcase and I drifted off to sleep, forgetting all about my studying.....

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"You look like a hobo." Dad hissed, as we waited for someone to answer the door. We were standing on the steps of the big ass house this 'Lizzie' owned. Dad had rung the doorbell and we were waiting in the zero below for this bitch to answer.

"You look like a drug dealer." I hissed back. He was wearing a long sleeved black sweater, with his old black leather jacket. He had on dark black sunglasses and a pair of dark wash jeans. He had on his only nice shoes, which were ironically black. "Got any Meth? My stash ran out."

"Shut your mouth." He whispered as the door opened, pinching my arm. I slapped his hand away. There, standing in front of us was Lizzie Masen, in high heels and pearls. I had on my gray skinny jeans that had paint all over them from when I played paint ball with Max and his brothers and my Kings of Leon tee shirt. I had on a loose black striped vest and the new red Chucks my Dad finally sprang for. I had on my old gray coat and one of Dad's winter hats pulled over my head. My hair was dark brown like his, but the ends of my hair were died a striking red that most people didn't expect and didn't like.

She smiled, sweetly and waved us in. "Oh, welcome! It's so wonderful to meet you, Isabella." She hugged me, tightly, cutting off all circulation in my chest.

"It's Bella." I replied, a little bitingly.

"Bella." Dad hissed, nudging me, roughly.

"Come in, come in. Eddie and I were waiting for you in the sitting room." She said, her heels clicking as she walked tall into the living room. There were crystal vases and chandeliers everywhere. It looked like someone had a guilty pleasure, I sang in my head.

"This is a fat house." I whistled, as we stopped to stand in the 'Sitting Room'.

"Well, um, thank you." Elizabeth thanked me, a little flustered with my phrasing. "This is my son, Eddie."

I didn't notice the kid until he waved a hand at us, shyly. I gave him a good once over. Hmm.

Acne- Verging on disease like.

Clothes- Pretty saddening.

Glasses- Wasn't even gonna go there.

Body- Who knows what was hiding under that mess?

Hair- The only not greasy horrible thing on his body. Kind of impressive, actually.

"Hi, I'm Charlie and this is my daughter, Bella." Dad smiled. It seemed kind of hard for him. "So, Eddie?"

"I actually prefer Edward." He mumbled, quietly.

"Well, enough standing around. Let's eat." Elizabeth announced, cheerily.

"Good idea, Lizzie." Dad agreed, putting a hand around her waist and leading her into the dining room, leaving Edwierd and I to chat. I made a gagging sound, turning to him.

"Ugh." I grunted, shaking my head.

"I thought it was kind of sweet, actually." He muttered, turning a light red.

"Of course you did." I smiled, sickly sweet. I then stomped into the dining room, sitting down in the seat next to my Dad before Elizabeth Masen could even blink. I smiled innocently as my Dad raised an eyebrow. Eddie Boy came in a minute later, pulling Elizabeth's chair out for her and then seating himself next to her. They both placed napkins on their laps, politely. I turned to Dad, raising my own brow. He shrugged, and tossed his white cloth napkin into his own lap. I, rebelling against the Masen ordeal, tucked my napkin into my shirt, trucker style.

"Please, take as much as you wish." Elizabeth smiled, gesturing towards to the assortment of food in front of us on platters. I followed Dad's lead, taking whatever he took. When we were done loading up, I studied my plate. Some vegetable dish, some kind of elaborate rice recipe and......a bird. A tiny bird.

"What the hell," I asked, stabbing my fork into it and holding it up. "is this?"

"It's a Quail, Bella." Elizabeth told me, nervously.

I turned to Dad for a word I'd understand. "It's like a squirrel."

"Gotcha." I nodded, dropping it back on my plate. I started on my fancy pants carrots and spinach, a terribly wrong combination.

"So, Bella? You go to the public school?" Elizabeth checked, politely.

"Sometimes." I answered my mouth full of carrots. Dad hit me on the back, making me swallow them, swiftly. I glared at him.

"How do you feel about the switch?" She asked, motherly.

"Switch?" I asked, flatly. I turned to Dad, expectantly. He looked up from his squirrel and set his fork down, slowly.

"I haven't exactly told her about that yet, Lizzie." Dad sighed.

"Well, now is good a time as any." I said, bitingly.

"Bells," Dad started. "When we move in here-"

"Move in here?" I demanded, angrily.

"I haven't told you about that either." He grumbled to himself.

"You mighta left it out." I hissed, crossing my arms and scowling at him.

"We're moving in here in a few weeks. And you'll be going to the Catholic school." He announced, quietly.

"Well, Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Dad! Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" I demanded, standing up.

"I didn't want you to be upset." He argued, standing up with me. "Now, sit your ass down, you little delinquint."

I fell back into the cushioned fancy chairs, begrudgingly. He followed my lead, slowly. I then turned to Elizabeth, angrily.

"That answer your question, Liz?" I growled, shoving a fork full of peas into my big mouth.

She gulped, and changed the subject, quickly. "Eddie, why don't you tell Bella a little about you and the school?"

He shifted, nervously. I couldn't blame him, really. She put him in a corner.

"There's not much to tell." He mumbled, almost inaudibly.

"Sure there is." She insisted.

"Well, um, I'm in all AP classes." He stuttered, shyly.

"So are you Bells. When you actually show up." Dad snorted.

"You're in AP?" He gasped. He quickly looked down when he saw my scowl.

"Oh, you two will have classes together!" Elizabeth sang, happily. I rolled my eyes.

"Do I have to wear that dumb ass uniform?" I questioned, meanly.

"Yes." Elizabeth nodded, ignoring my language.

"I'll look I'm in a porno." I whined.

"You're never being in a porno." Dad hissed.

"Who says I haven't already been in one?" I demanded, cheekily.

"Me and the state of Washington." He growled, tugging at my hair, playfully.

"I would pull your hair, but you have none, Old Man." I laughed, letting go for a second.

"I have hair." He snorted. "It's just getting thinner."

"Whatever you say, Houdini." I snickered, shoving some rice in my mouth.

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She was rude. She was nasty. She was judgmental. She was just plain mean.

But she was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Her clothes didn't match, and I could tell it upset my Mother greatly. And her hair was making her crazy. I kind of liked it. She dared to be different. It was admirable.

She was close to her Father; I could see that as soon as they walked in. When he led Mama into the dining room, she looked like she would strangle her. Mama told me that her and her Dad were alone together a lot during her childhood, so it was natural they'd be more like friends than parent and child. I was curious as to where her Mother was. I knew Mama was too. Charlie hadn't really talked about his ex.

"What activities do you do, Bella?" She smiled.

"Does fucking count?" Bella chuckled. Mama froze. So did I. Charlie turned to Bella, surprised.

"I thought I told you no sex until you're thirty." He accused.

"Just because I'm having sex, does not mean I am not being safe." She shrugged, nonchalantly.

"Well, you need to stop that nonsense." Charlie shivered. Bella scowled at him, rudely.

"Your Mom needs to stop that nonsense." Bella shot back.

"Sex? You know what, we're not talking about this right now." Charlie decided.

"Oh my." Mama gasped. That pretty much ended the conversation for the night. Bella and Charlie left after dessert. Bella picked at the elaborate dessert dish, disdainfully. As they walked out the door, I saw Charlie smack Bella in the back of the head. I then saw Bella slyly pull a small piece of his arm hair. He winced. It was faintly humorous, actually. I went back to help Mama with the supper dishes.

"I cannot believe Charlie lets her speak in that fashion." She murmured.

"I thought she was interesting." I offered, quietly. Mama turned to me, angrily.

"Edward Anthony Masen. That girl is not 'cool' or 'hip' or 'radical'. Do not think the things she does are okay. Don't change." She warned me.

"I have no plans to, Mama." I replied, calmly.

"I know you'll be tempted when she moves in here, but you have to resist. And Eddie, sweetheart, do we have to have the talk? I know having a young girl living her might give you ideas-"

"That's alright, Mama." I cut in, quickly. "I think I'll just go to bed."

She sighed. "As long as you remember what I told you. Remember, Mama knows best." She said, playfully. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and sent me off. I climbed the stairs, thinking about that strange, strange girl. She might be strange.

But she had given me a serious hard on.

First chapter is a go! Please, tell me what you think. I love reviews! There so uplifting. Well, most of the time. If you're reviewing just to be a bitch, then don't even bother. The song at the top is Ignorance by Paramore. Love them. Best band ever. And ignorance really is my new best friend :)

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