Andy Swan's Twilight: My First Sunset

Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight saga (books or movies and any other etc. type things) which includes any of its characters or dialogue. I also don't own any other book, movie, song, TV show, joke, dialogue, quote or character I may have mentioned along the way, they belong to their perspective owners, not me. I just so happened to use it for non-profitable fun in my spare time.

Author's Note:I would just like to put out there that I'm not a huge fan of the Twilight saga. Don't worry though, this is a story for those who love Twilight AND for those who hate Bella and Edward. This is a story where a strange girl falls in love with Edward and makes him understand his strange ways. Please ignore a great deal of the timeline and also ignore everything you've read in the books or the movies- like with my description of Andy's room, most of the Cullen house or her mom and Phil- unless I totally bypass a description which is when it would most likely be when you look to the movie for help- like with her truck, most of the Cullen house or her dad- unless it's a no duh that you follow the book- like with the restaurant in Port Angeles, most of the Cullen house or the meadow. I'm also sorry if their love life is sort of awkward to you, but I tried to get the nonexistent timeline to work somewhat. I hope that you like my take on Stephanie Meyer's Twilight- My First Sunset- and that you will read and review. Thank you and enjoy.

Chapter 1 – Hello, Goodbye

"It's still purple!"

"I know! Stop yelling at me!"

"May, this can't be happening,"

"Well, the bottle says temporary!" Pause. "Well… It did a moment ago. I swear,"

"What?!"

I lifted my soaked head of purple hair up until I could glare at the girl sitting on the toilet tank behind me. She gave me a guilty look as she leaned forward, showing me the bottle's label that now said permanent in clean black letters.

The Spanish looking girl behind me was my best friend- May Wilson- and had convinced me that it would be a fantastic idea to semi-permanently dye my hair purple, the color I had always wanted to dye my hair. Today was our last day of seeing each other before I spent the weekend making sure that I was well packed for my move to Forks, Washington, a small town where my father lived.

The smell of hair dye was filling the room with extreme potency, making my eyes burn and only reminding me of what I'd done. I groaned and hung my head back over the yellow 50's styled sink, my once dirty blonde hair now permanently a dark royal purple.

"Mom is gonna kill me," my mumbled angrily as I washed the last of the purple suds out of my hair and grabbed the towel that May handed me. I dried my waist length purple mane quickly before leaning back against the wet counter, my shirt getting wet from the contact. I sighed and looked up at the Spanish beauty sitting on my toilet and shook my head. "Not that it matters, right? I'm a dead woman anyway,"

May's shoulders drooped before she hopped off of the toilet and hugged me to her. "Don't think like that. You've still got time,"

I sighed and leaned into her, laying a hand on her back, annoyed at how skinny she was.

"You okay?" she asked, pulling away to give me a concerned look.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess… It's just that there was a time that I'd be scared out of my mind about doing something like this," I told her, pulled at a wet strand of purple hair. "But now? Now I don't have to worry about telling my mom and getting in trouble. They're going to act like whatever bad thing I do is no big deal when we all know that it would be if I wasn't about to be dead soon. Everything's different,"

May was quiet for a long time before saying; "You knew it would be,"

"Yeah… but a dead girl can dream, can't she?"

I'd never really thought about how I'd die but when I found out that I had a brain tumor growing in my head it became something I thought about… a lot. Knowing that I had something inside of me that would soon kill me despite any surgery or radiation they could recommend made me think a lot about what I'd been doing with my life.

I'd been acting like any normal, nerdy teen. I'd been doing absolutely nothing.

The thought of dying from having my brain squeezed to death didn't seem like the most fantastic way to die. The possibly of this thing giving me seizures, making me blind, or making me lose the ability to use parts of my body, seemed like the worst way to go. But then again, it seemed the only way for me to go unless I got into car accident or a gun fight in the next year or so.

The tumor was the reason I decided to move in with my dad for the school year. My mom and her new husband weren't excited to lose me to my dad but respected my decision. I knew that I was the reason that my mom refused to go with Phil on the road, so maybe now that I was leaving she'd go with and support him while he supported her through this whole thing. Also, I figured that they'd spent most of their life with me while my dad had only been around for the first few years of my life, along with the occasional summer.

So while my mom wasn't all for it, my dad was extremely excited to have me move in. He'd already gotten me registered for high school and was going to help me get a car when I got there. He seemed to have read some of the books that said continuing on like usual was sometimes better than crying and making everyone feel worse. I enjoyed it and I looked forward to seeing him and going to live out in Washington despite the city he lived in.

It was about the size of a rave that had no music or alcohol.

May was a little less subtle about her opinion of not seeing me for the last year of my life. She hated the idea of me leaving her just before our final year of high school when all of the fun stuff was supposed to be happening, like prom, sex, and graduation… not that we'd do any of those things anyway. So, before I left for Washington, May wanted to make sure that she got her fill of me before I left for Washington. We had a final sleepover, May insisting that I make a bucket list that we would do before she left the next day. This included us drinking a whole Screwdriver, watching a horror movie, watching Queen of the Damned, streaking up and down the street and dying my hair dark purple.

"Don't tell them that I did it, okay?" May asked, stepping back until she was sitting on the closed toilet seat, glaring down at the word permanent. "You asked me to do it- even though I sort of made you do it- but I can't have them mad at me,"

I snorted at her. "I won't tell on you. I'm not crazy… yet,"

"Oh, honey," May sighed, petting my shoulder. "You've always been crazy,"

I mock-smacked her, making both of us laugh until we both heard the sound of keys jangling as the front door opened. I spun around and looked at myself in my hair, hoping for an idea to spring up to save me from having to tell Mom and Phil. It was hopeless though. The short and pale girl, staring back at me with strange grey eyes, no longer had her golden blonde hair that was so unlike her parents'. There was no hope of hiding the yard long length of purple hair beneath a beany for long, and my mom would think it was weird if my whole head of hair was hidden away.

"Ready for the unveiling?" I asked May as she laid her head on my shoulder, having to bend down a little for her to reach it.

She lifted her head and looked at me with big brown doe eyes and shrugged. Leaving me to follow, she walked out of the bathroom, looking like Mia from Princess Diaries when she was learning to walk like a princess for the first time. May was obviously doing it on purpose due to the fact that she was a ballet dancer down at MiMi's dance studio, having gone there since before I had first started taking lessons and then quit only a few months later. She was trying to lighten the mood, but her antics only got me to smirk as I walked out of the bathroom and towards the living room.

I could hear Mom and Phil talking softly and could see May peaking around the corner at them, looking like a five-year-old. I hated these moments where you could play the Jaws music, where your heart starts pounding and you're just waiting to be eaten by your parents. Even though I knew that Mom and Phil wouldn't do anything to me in the way of punishment, I still felt the familiar twinge of fear in my chest.

I finally stepped through the doorway into the living room, looking up at the two adults that stood there, not noticing me quite yet.

My mom was a short woman with hair that had changed color over the years, turning a strawberry blonde instead of just getting darker, looked a lot like me despite the differences in our hair and eye color. She was what I knew I would've looked like when I got older; my hair turning a light brown before slowly turning dark grey strand by strand, my grey eyes growing darker as hers had done before the crow's feet and laugh lines appeared.

Phil, who stood in front of my mom with a box of light bulbs in hand, was a tall man- much taller than my actual dad- and he was built well. His body reminded me of those gangly teens in those romance movies… but twenty years after the movie. His head was bald too but by choice more than the receding hairline and it looked good on him. However, it did pose a problem when we were out gardening in the bright sunshine. The glare!

"Hey, Mom. Phil," I smiled shyly.

"Hey Andy, can you-" Mom began, turning until her chocolate brown eyes settled on me.

The whole room grew silent as Mom and Phil just stared as if I had a gremlin sitting on my head waving at them. This made my lack of courage more noticeable, making me drop my eyes as my cheeks grew red.

"I dyed my hair. Do you like it?"

They looked at me, looked at each other, looked over at May and then back to me again. It was as if they were trying to silently collaborate amongst themselves. It made me nervous, especially when my mom gave me an uncomfortable smile as she stepped toward me, taking a piece of my hair in her fingers. She tested it out, eyeing her favorite color, and then looked up at me.

"It's a very pretty color,"

"Why did you dye your hair?" Phil asked, finally coming out of his shocked state.

I shrugged and looked back down to my hair a little dejectedly. "I'm just defective, I guess,"

"You're not defective," Mom told me firmly as I took my hair back from her and threw it over my shoulder. "I like it,"

May smiled from around her corner. "Andy's wanted to do it for a while anyway. She figured why not do it now?"

By Monday afternoon I was walking off an airplane and into the small Port Angeles airport. It wasn't at all crowded so it didn't take long before I spotted the tall, dark haired forty-year-old with the thick mustache. I headed over to my dad who instantly gave me an awkward one armed hug. Apparently it'd been awhile since he'd properly hugged anyone.

"Hi, Dad,"

"Hey, Andy. It's good to see you," Dad let me go and picked up the ponytail that had swung over my shoulder. "Your hair's longer,"

I snickered and nodded. "And I've dyed it since I last saw you too,"

"It looks… good," he commented as he put an arm over my shoulders and led me towards the mini version of a baggage claim. "You've definitely changed a bit,"

I shrugged out from under his arm. "It happens when you grow up,"

"Should've figured," Dad murmured before smirking at me. "How's Renee?"

"Good. She decided to finally take my advice and travel with Phil,"

Dad grunted his acknowledgement as he quickly snatched the two gigantic purple bags up and led me to his police cruiser.

He was the Chief of Police, which always had made me feel a little weird when I talked to him. I was worried that I'd accidently mention that I'd tried alcohol and then have my dad lock me up in the slammer for who knows how long. I doubted he'd do it but it was definitely a possibility.

The hour long ride to Forks was pretty quiet, both of us not really feeling the need to speak. Dad listened to the news on the radio while I pulled out my MP3 player and my clunky headphones. The music that played seemed to make the car ride through the woodland-y setting all the more surreal, the gloomy skies and the wet atmosphere making me think of werewolves, vampire, elves, ghosts, and goblins. I let my mind toy with the idea of a herd of goblins swinging through the limbs of the trees, the large tennis ball eyes watching the cars with interest, their large ears catching on various conversations.

Something poking my shoulder made me jump, ripping off my headphones as I turned to see my dad trying not to laugh as he watched the road.

"What the hell's bells?" I hissed at him, my heart pounding in my chest as I pulled my headphones all the way off. "You scared me,"

"Sorry," Dad murmured, not really looking apologetic. "I've been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes,"

I rolled my eyes. "What?"

"I found a car for you," Dad informed me, making my spine go a little stiff.

More times than not my and my dad's tastes didn't match. This translated to a lot of my presents being bought by my mom during the holidays or else getting something weird wrapped in tinfoil and twine. Once I had received a 3-D puzzle that had kittens on it about the size of my fist. I had no idea why he had gotten it for me… I keep it in the back of my closet.

"It's a real good car, real cheap too. I think you'll really like it,"

The two words real and cheap echoed in my ears. What was that supposed to mean? Was it kittens-born-in-the-passenger-seat type cheap or flat-90's-mobster-car-with-plastic-seats type cheap? I had no idea and I was hoping, out of those two, it was the first.

"What kind of car?"

"Well, it's a truck actually. A Chevy," Dad clarified, making me calm down at bit. "It's from the late fifties, early sixties. But the thing runs great, Andy, they don't build them like that anymore,"

First of all, I agreed with him. I mean, if you crashed into anything or into anyone, they wrapped around you. Not to mention, that those trucks continued to look good regardless of age or rust in comparison to the mobster cars. The only thing worrying me about this was the fact that Dad was trying too hard to sell the idea to me. And that he called it the thing.

I just shrugged. "I'll take a look at it,"

Silence followed as we continued down the road.

It was when we actually entered Forks that I put my headphones away and paid real attention to where we were. Everything was the same as I remembered it; gloomy, small, a stop on the way to someplace else and random people still living there for some reason. I used to stay in Forks two weeks every summer, at least until I had put my foot down and insisted that he come up to see me. That had been when May and summers lying in bed doing nothing meant more than waking up early every summer morning to spend time with my dad in the cold and damp town of Forks.

When we finally pulled up in front of Dad's house, I recognized it right away. I could still remember the time I had tried to climb the tree next to my bedroom window- I'd fallen about halfway up when a branch broke. I had thought I was dying but my dad insisted that the light I'd seen when my head had hit the ground was the stars that were circling my head. I ended up with a concussion and a nasty scar on my right knee for my trouble along with a very stern talk from my dad and a hysterical call from my mom.

Dad got out and grabbed my suit cases for me, ushering me inside. I walked right past the living room, up the stairs, down the hall and into what used to be my room. It looked almost exactly as I had left it except for a lot of extra dust that hadn't been there before. The room was large, since there were only three rooms that occupied the upstairs; my room, Dad's room and the bathroom. One wall was taken up by the door and my closet, the wall opposite that had a large window that looked like it was trying to be a bay window with the thick windowsill. Beside the window sat my twin sized bed, facing the door, pushed up against the wall to make the room feel bigger. On the opposite wall sat my extremely old dresser, antique roll-top desk, and a cheap looking rocking chair which sat in the corner. The room was filled with my old artwork that was taped to the wall, and there were still little scribbled drawings and/or sayings scattered across the teal walls. My old stuffed animals sat on both my bed and in the rocking chair, a light layer of dust covering them. My bed however, no longer had the old blanket laying over it, instead it was folded on the end, while the bed had a new purple comforter on it, black velvet swirls running over the top of it.

Dad walked past me, sitting my two suitcases and the bag that was on his shoulder down in front of the dresser before looking around.

"The sales lady picked out the bed stuff," he mentioned, looking over at the bed. "You like purple, right?"

"Is there really any question?" I asked, pulling on my purple hair.

"Right," Dad nodded, looking awkward standing there. "Umm, I cleared off a couple shelves in the bathroom for you. And… yeah,"

Dad nodded again before he walked out of the room, apparently finished. One of the nice things about Dad; he doesn't hover.

I sighed and went to work unpacking my stuff… it didn't take long.

A honk made me look up and out my window, pushing aside the curtains to look down at the faded red truck pulling into the driveway. I watched as a young Native American looking boy got out of the driver's side, going around the truck to help his father into a wheelchair. I recognized them easily as Billy and Jacob Black, the older man being one of my dad's best friends. Whenever my dad had taken me over there as a little girl I had been frightened of that man, not to mentions scared that he'd try to run me over. Jacob, on the other hand, was his youngest kid and only son in the family and had been my play mate when we went over there.

I left my room, and went outside to meet them.

"Andy, you remember Billy Black," Dad smiled as I approached them, all the while wishing I'd brought out a coat for myself.

"Of course. Good to see you again,"

I smiled while Billy took my hand and shook it graciously all the while eyeing my hair which he clearing didn't approve of.

"Glad you're finally here, Andy," Billy finally said with a smirk aimed at my dad. "Charlie hasn't shut up about it since you told him you were coming,"

"Keep exaggerating, I'll wheel you down the hill,"

"Right after I ram you in the ankles!"

I rolled my eyes as Billy took off after my dad, Jacob joining my chuckling.

"I'm Jacob," he informed me as he stepped toward me awkwardly. "We made mud pies together when we were little,"

"Yeah, I remember," I nodded before glancing over at our dads. "Are they always like this?"

Jacob glanced over at them as a smile graced his face, making him look younger than I'm sure he was. He leaned toward me, his eyes still on them as he whispered; "It's getting worse with old age,"

Dad and Billy finished messing around and made their way back over to us before Dad patted the truck like a pet. "So what do you think?"

"Of what?" I asked a little confused at his random question. "Because I think that you could use a work out,"

To that Billy and Jacob chuckled, not bothering hiding it.

"Don't make me give back your homecoming gift," Dad threatened with a smiled as the realization of what he was saying hit me like a ton of bricks. "Just bought it off Billy. It's all yours,"

"I totally rebuilt the engine," Jacob smiled.

"No way," I smiled in disbelief, looking over at the truck with love in my heart for the machine before I turned and mock-glared at Dad. "You aren't going to yell April Fools or anything, are you?"

"Andy, it's the end of September,"

"Then I love it! It's perfect!" I laughed happily, a huge smile on my face. I turned to Jacob quickly, taking his hand and pulling him toward my truck, telling him he needed to show me the ropes before he left. Jacob laughed and followed me, getting in on the other side and immediately started explaining the details of the truck.

"Thanks," I smiled as I held out my hand for the keys, allowing him to drop them into my palm.

"So… What's up with the purple hair?" he asked as the truck's engine roared to life. I turned toward him and saw him quickly looked me in the eyes, trying to make me think that he hadn't been eyeing my hair with interest.

"Friend dared me to dye it and I decided to keep it," I explained with a simple shrug.

"Oh," Jacob nodded, thinking on it for a moment before he decided; "I like it. It suits you,"

"Thanks, I just hope everyone else will agree,"