Summary:

"I don't like your stupid boyfriend," is what Bella once said. Bella and her sister, Monica, have never ever gotten along even though they only ever saw each other in the summer. Monica moves to Forks with her and Charlie and makes life difficult for Bella when a certain boy gets thrown into the M for later chapters.

Disclaimer: Jacob, Bella and the rest of the Twilight character do not belong to me; they belong to the wonderful SM. I only own my ideas.

~Two Halfs~

By

MyDreamland

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

I reached out and hit the snooze button.

Two minutes later. Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Okay, I'm up." I went to the bathroom and started that usual wake up routine: use the bathroom, take a shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, and fix my hair. Slowly I crept down the stairs seeing if I could scare dad this morning. "Dad!" I jumped from the stairs and, nothing.

"Good morning Bella." He sat at the table reading a newspaper with a coffee mug in hand. I swear my old man is getting dull on me. Walking to one of many cupboards in our kitchen, I grabbed the pop-tarts and put some in the toaster. Turning back to dad, I leant against the counter.

"Soo, do you know what today is?" I said sort of swaying against the counter. Charlie looked up from his paper and concentrated a bit before saying, "is it the fiftieth day already that you failed to scare me?" He laughed at his joke and just that made my day. "No. How about a hint? It has to do with wheels."

Charlie had another look of concentration until the one of realization appeared on his face. "Right, so have you decided which one you want?" I shook my head, "no, not yet. I have my eye on one though."

We hurriedly, or I should say, I hurriedly finished eating my breakfast and ran outside to wait inside the truck. Dad's truck was a new dark blue Chevy, it was my dad's beauty or whatever he called it. Dad came out of the house grumbling something about teenagers then got in the driver's side of the truck.

Dad and I drove to some little car-dealing place where most of the worn down cars are sent. As soon as the truck parked I ran across the dusty lot to the one that caught my eye. It was a black 68 Camaro. I walked around it making a checklist in my head, new paint job, the inside needs some fixing up, and it needs new windows since half of them are broken. Looking across the lot, dad was talking to one of the mechanics and the car dealer.

Charlie walked over to where I was. "Isn't she a beauty? I mean yeah she may need some fixing up but nothing that I can't do…" I trailed off in my thoughts; hoping dad will let me get it.

"Are you sure this is the one you want? We can't take it back Bella." I nodded. "Okay, Dave! This is the one we're going to take." The mechanic known as Dave came over with a car trailer.

"Wait, what's with the trailer? Can't I just drive it?" I asked Dave. He got out and walked to the car opening the hood of the car. "See it has no engine which means the car won't move." Well no duh. Dave looked up from under the hood and looked at me. Looking at him for a moment I noticed something. "Have I seen you someplace before?" He flashed me a smile, "I think you should have since we go to the same school." Then why don't I recognize him? Reading my mind he said, "I'm a senior." I nodded, "That makes sense."

Dave pushed the car up onto the ramp and chained it up. "What do you plan on doing with it?" Answering his question I said, "I'm going to fix it up." Dad chuckled at the look on Dave's face then he had a proud smile. Charlie was always proud of me when I show people that just because I'm a girl I can fix or fantasize about cars too.

Charlie backed the truck up to the trailer and Dave locked it up than just the door to the trailer. "Thanks Dave, see you around." Dad and I got into the truck and I got in the truck and drove to the dome garage just about a mile away from our house. Charlie rented the garage more for me than himself.

A shrill from dad's coat almost made me jump out of my skin. "Dad you really need to get a new ringtone."

"Yah, yah." He dug on the inside of his coat and grabbed his phone. "Hell-hello, oh hey sweetie how've you been?" I didn't need to know what the other person sounded like to know who it was. Monica.

Monica is Miss perfect, or that's what everybody thinks she is. Dad thinks that I should look up to her because she could teach me something I don't know. The only thing she could teach me is how to put make-up on and do my hair. That's all she's ever known what to do since she joined cheerleading in the seventh grade, other than that my sister is completely hopeless.

Monica is one year older than me, she's eighteen, or turning eighteen anyway, and I am seventeen. We've never got along even when we were little girls.

I was sitting down playing with cars instead of Barbies, minding my own business when Monica walks in my room with two Barbies in each a hand.

"Bella lets play Barbies." She sat down right beside me, handing one of her dolls toward me.

"I don't want to play Barbies." I grabbed my cars in my little chubby hands and moved away from Monica.

"Well I do." Monica came over to me, grabbed my cars and threw them back in the toy box. "Now lets play Barbies." She got to be the girl and I ended up being the stupid Ken doll.

Two Years Later

It was my seventh birthday. Dad was bringing the cake over to the table and sat it down in front of me. Everyone sang happy birthday and Aunt Karen told me to make a wish and blow out my candles.

"Hurry up already," came Monica's voice. Before I could even take a breath to blow out my candles, Monica did. Everyone clapped and thought I blew out my candles.

Monica skipped pass me, "I told you to hurry up."

Three Years Later

I was at my mom's house for the summer and Monica decided to have her stupid friends over. When I wanted to watch T.V. in the living room they decided that they wanted to watch a movie in there too.

I went to my room to go to bed; they thought it would be funny to pull a prank on me in my sleep.

Two Years Later

Monica was fussing over her hair, saying that it looked ugly and that she didn't want her boyfriend to see her like this. In my head I was thinking what boy could be dumb enough to ask her out?

Someone knocked at the door. "I'll get it!" I said like anyone else was going to get it anyway. I opened the door and on the other side stood a boy older than Monica and of course myself. He was probably 5'5"; he had bronze hair and green eyes. Really looking at him he looked smarter than I realized, too smart for that.

"And you are?" I stated very rudely. "I'm Eric and I'm looking for Monica."

"Just a second!" Monica yelled from upstairs. Mom wasn't home and she didn't trust me enough to stay home alone so she had Monica watch me. I'd probably be the one to less likely burn down the house.

"I spose you should come in or else Monica will have my head if you don't." I stood to the side to let him in and he only stayed in the foyer.

"Well I told you who I am, now who are you? Are you Monica's maid that comes every summer?" I scoffed and almost felt like punching him in the face.

Playing along I said, "will there be anything you'd like to drink?"

He leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets. "Sure. How about some water." I went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass cup then walked to the bathroom. I opened up the toilet checking if it was clean then I dipped the cup in to fill it with water. Laughing on my way back to the foyer I said, "here you go."

He took a sip and I couldn't help but giggle. Eric looked at me like I lost some of my screws in my head. "You know," he said taking another drink, "you're younger than I thought."

Eric handed me his empty glass and I walked back to the kitchen. "Yah well try guessing twelve." I heard Monica come down and them both leave. As soon as I heard his car pull out of the driveway I fell to the floor laughing, I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes.

Later that night I heard a car pull up then yelling then the front door opening and slamming shut. Monica stormed up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom till I heard that door slam shut too. I took a wild guess and thought their date didn't end well.

.

"Okay miss you too, okay bye." Dad hung up with Monica then sighed and I thought now was a good time to ask questions. "So what did cor-…what did Monica want?" Charlie knew what I wanted to call her and let it pass, "she just called to check on her old man. She told me things are going good and that…that…" Charlie trailed off and this made me more the curious to find out what else Monica was soo happy about.

"That what?" Dad looked over at me with pleading eyes. "Bella, the reason why we've been cleaning out the guest bedroom was not because of your Grandmother. We're cleaning that room so your sister could stay in it." I said nothing and stayed still, then decided she must be tired of sleeping on my bedroom floor. "Bella?" Charlie said worriedly.

"Yah?" I said looking away from the window.

"Your okay with this?" I watched him as I said, "well it's not like she doesn't come over every summer anyway, so what makes it different this summer?"

Dad made another sigh, "she's not coming this summer because she's graduating." I looked at him with a smile but slowly my smile faded when I realized something. "Bella your sister is coming to stay with us for the rest of the year."

Now my vision has gone hazy and I was starring at nothing in particular as dad's words forced their way into my brain. Your sister is coming to stay with us, was all I heard now. Those words forced their evil ways in every part of my brain just like my sister has been forcing herself into my life just to ruin it.

The cab of the truck stayed very quiet on our way to the garage and home. I didn't say anything when we got inside either. I walked upstairs and practically slammed my door off its hinges I shut it so hard.

On my nightstand by my bed the red light flashed indicating I had a new message. I opened my phone to see who it was. Corella, is what it read on my screen. I checked to see what it said and the black tiny writing on my small screen ruined my life.

Bella can't wait to see you on Saturday. I hope we have fun these last eight months of school.

Luv,

Monica

A/N I hope you like it so far, I plan on getting another chapter done this week. This idea has been floating around in my head and thought it was better to write it out and share my thoughts.

Tell me what you think by reviewing and I'll continue.