A/N: YES!!! My first fanfic!!! I'm wicked excited to let this out. I'd just like to let you know that often (after about 3 – 7 chapters) I tend to get bored with my stories and just drop them. The major reason is because that I don't get many reviews after a few chapters and I just tend to get very discouraged. So… that's all I have to say!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight in any way what so ever.

P.S. Bella kind of likes shopping in the fic. She's not obsessed with it. She likes skirts – but not really short ones, but she's still really clumsy, so no high heels for her!

Prologue

Bella POV

"Emmett! Are you a pig?" I asked my brother.He was currently stuffing his face with all sorts of food possible at the dinner table.

"Yes, Emmett!" my mother said. "If you want to get a girl, you got to be a gentleman. Eat politely."

"Yes," He replied, food flying out of his mouth. "I fill fe a lentleman."

"Ew!" I exclaimed, wiping some of Emmett's half-chewed food off me. "You just spat all over me! You're going to ruin the new dress Alice sent me!"

If you're wondering who Alice is, she's my best friend in the whole entire world. She lives in Forks, Washington. Now, if you're wondering where Forks is, I'll tell you right now.

Forks is one of the dreariest towns in all of the United States. It rains all the time, and it's always cold. When it's not raining outside, it's cloudy. It's also wicked small. I mean, not even 4,000 people live there! Forks is located on the Olympic Peninsula, and pretty much secluded from every other town except for La Push, but even that's fifteen minutes away – On a good day with now traffic! La Push is so small, only 2,000 people live there… I think.

But now we need to get back to Alice. She's my best friend in the whole wide world and it really sucks for her because she lives there. Her Dad, Carlisle Cullen, is one of the most respected doctors in all of the Seattle area, but you know what hospital he picked to work at? Forks Hospital. I think it's because Esme – her mom – wanted to live in a small town. Seriously, couldn't she have picked a small town that's sunny or that has more than 4,000 people?

But you know, I should just give up on telling you my whole 'story' or whatever, because I rant a lot, which I've bet you've noticed by now.

I'm off track though – again. Alice is my best friend, like I've told you two times before, and she lives in Forks, like I've told you. We've been best friends since we were in diapers. Don't start thinking that I live in Forks, because I don't. I live in Phoenix, Arizona, and that is the exact opposite of Forks. It really sucks, not being able to see each other all the time. She comes down here for a week in the summer, but you know, how can you expect to cram a whole year's worth of crap into one tiny little week?

Before you start thinking about how two people hundreds – maybe thousands; I've never bothered to count – miles away could be best friends, let me tell you.

Way before I was born, my mom, Renee, and Alice's mom, Esme, were best friends. They did everything that Alice and I did, except that they had much uglier clothes. They went to the same high school, went to college, met their husbands there, got married, then had us, and that's where we are now. But here's what happened in between all that crap.

When I was thirteen all was well. I had my friends – Alice, Rosalie, and Jasper – and my twin brother, Emmett. My parents, Charlie and Renee, were going through a rough patch, but I brushed it off and knew that they would be jumping on each other the next week.

But things never got better. The small arguments turned into heated ones, and soon things were thrown. Pictures were broken. My magic conch was broken. I still haven't forgiven my dad for that. My dad eventually moved out, and two months later divorce papers were signed. My mom got primary custody of Emmett and me, and a few months later we had moved to Arizona.

I still talk to my dad over e-mail a few times a week and sometimes I call him. I'm actually surprised that he even knows how to work a computer. It amazes me sometimes.

So this is where I've been the past four years. I'm fairly happy, except for the crappy fact that I can't be at home. Forks is my home, even if I hate the weather, or there's no good stores near to go shopping, or that its dreadfully boring most of the time, but the people that I love are there (besides my mom and Emmett) and where the people I love are, I'm there.

Oh, and I forgot! I talk to Alice frequently, I text her a gazzilion times a day, and we e-mail and instant message constantly too. Here is what's happened to her these past few years:

After I left, Alice was apparently a mess. Esme actually e-mailed me several times over this matter, but after a month or two, Alice started to get better, but she was never the same. Carlisle and Esme decided to take action. So you know what they did? They adopted a kid. A kid named Edward.

According to Alice when he was first adopted he was the 'perfect type' for me. She never sent me a picture, but she described him as tall – 5'8 at 13, wow! - incredibly handsome, and had this weird bronze hair that never seemed to tame itself no matter what shampoo and conditioner that you had tried to use on him.

Alice started to get better after that, since she had a sibling to keep her company. Jasper and Rose, two other twins that are also my best friends, also helped her through my move. Rose took the move especially hard too, because she had this huge crush on Emmett for years.

Emmett – though he never told Rose – had a huge crush on her too. It disappointed him greatly when we had to leave.

But now, let's get back to current time, or whatever time I'll be telling you.

I want to make this really dramatic you know? So here I go…

Hello. My name is Isabella Swan, and this is the story on how I fell in love with an e-mail. Wait, no that sucked!

Hello. My name is Isabella Swan, and this is the story on how I fell in love with my best friends adopted brother. God, that sucked too!

Hola. My llamo Isabel Swan y esta es la historia de cómo me enamoré. Crap! Wrong language.

Hello. My name is Isabella Swan, and this is the story on how I fell in love.

So… hit or miss? I guess it's pretty good. I mean, It's going to be more humor than anything else. On my profile I wrote down the summary to this, but I'm changing it slightly, because when I wrote it, these are the words that just came out, you know?

I know it's really short, but this is the prologue. But there's not much dialogue, and it's just mostly Bella ranting about her life – if you even read the chapter, that is!

So that's it... Review! I know that little button is just calling out your name!