A/N: Well, look at this! A little backstory to begin: me (FarSideOfTheRoom) and my friend Becca decided to do a Twilight rpg (roleplay game). Becca was also doing an rpg with our friend Emmy, so we decided to just all do an rpg. Then our friend Andrea wanted in on it. That is what this is. An rpg, converted to story form, co-written by me and three of my friends. It's a quadruple OC insertion, potential OOC characters, OCxpretty-much-everyone-except-Alice-and-Jasper-and-Carlisle-and-Esme. I won't put the pairings in just yet, because I want some of them to be a surprise. Also, some eventual slash and whatnot. This aught to be pretty crazy. Hope you enjoy! Please R&R.

Disclaimer: Most characters, minus the OC's, are Twilight characters, and belong to Stephanie Meyer.

Chapter 1:

A Dork You Dated

It's been a long time since I've been out of this house, out of this room. Even with school. I just can't manage it. I never thought SHE would be the one to leave. I always thought, "I'm going to be with her for the rest of her life." Or at least, "I'll stay as long as it's possible. She'll be okay. She'll move on." Well, she did move on, and while I was still here. The day she left me, I knew something was wrong. I didn't need to read her mind to be able to tell that. I can read her eyes. Her face, like every other human, emotions are drawn on it like with Sharpie. In her eyes, there was no remorse. Only determination. She tried to talk longer than I let her. She wanted to explain, and say she was sorry, but she really wasn't. I didn't need to hear her apologize when she didn't really mean it. Alice tried to make me feel better for weeks after that. Truthfully, for a while, she felt as awful as I did for the first few weeks. She tried to stop it. She saw Bella leaving. She thought by talking to her, that she could change the future. She didn't. Eventually Alice's sorrow turned into distaste, and eventually loathing for Bella. I can't say I blame her, Alice that is.

She had always been there for Bella, and Bella claimed to love me, so when she left, Alice felt like she could have done more. Then she decided it wasn't her own fault, that Bella was just an undeserving human. I could not move to the next stage of hatred. I've been stuck in my stage of perpetual sorrow. Because there's nothing to live for now. It's strange that I can't leave home. Because even that's not a peaceful place. Rosalie and Emmett have been constantly bickering. They never agreed on many things, but it's gotten progressively worse. So I stay in my room, playing any type of music that distracts me but doesn't remind me of her.

"No, it just isn't happening. It's too complicated and she would tell her friends, if she has any." Emmett shouted as he and Rosalie walked down the stairs in the Cullen household.

Their arguments had been getting more and more frequent, especially since Bella left.

"Well, I can't have my babies and I want a little girl of my own. It could work!" Rosalie screamed in retort.

"Rosalie, it won't work. It just isn't happening. Carlisle agrees with me. You know it's too dangerous," Emmett's tome was calmer as he tried to rationalize with her.

"Why won't you let me? You know it's what I want," Rosalie's voice was bitter.

"I know, and I am sorry but we can't take that risk. We cannot adopt a child Rosalie. What if we lost control? What if she gets hurt and we go after her because she is bleeding? What then Rosalie?"

"I wouldn't because I love her!" 
Rosalie screamed these last worlds before storming out of the house to the garage and taking off in her red car. Emmett stood in his doorway, stunned. She had never left him before.

Two girls, miles away from each other, sat in their respective bedrooms, messaging each other on the computer. One girl, tall, with long blonde hair and a blue streak in it, could easily see the Eiffel Tower from her apartment window. Her Internet screen name, "Blue_Water149," appeared next to her message.

Blue_Water149: Oliver wants to move soon, the stores have really taken off well and it's getting harder to avoid Abby's parents.

The other girl, located in an Oxford dorm room, was petite and had raven hair with red tints and pale skin. She smiled.

Spazzie_Squirrel: I want to move too. London is getting boring, lived here almost 10 years. I'm about to use my projector.

Blue_Water149: Use the America one. Oliver wants to move there.

Spazzie_Squirrel: I so totally will!

The petite girl rose from her chair and pulled down a large map, displaying the North American continent. She returned to the computer

Spazzie_Squirrel: Omg I just had a great idea!

Blue_Water149: Torment Oliver great idea or not

Spazzie_Squirrel: Not

Spazzie_Squirrel: It's a great idea though.

Spazzie_Squirrel: And you mean Olive oil, not Oliver


Blue_Water149: Oh so sorry. My slip. Lets hear this "brilliant," plan.

Spazzie_Squirrel: You should bring Olive Oil and come do the darts with me and then we can move together!!!

Spazzie_Squirrel: Isn't it great! That's what I call brilliant!!!

Blue_Water149: I like it! Just a sec.


Spazzie_Squirrel: Go ask Olive Oil!

Blue_Water149: That's what I'm doing. Duh.

Spazzie_Squirrel: Well?!

Blue_Water149: He's thinking... but it looks good... he is smiling.

Spazzie_Squirrel: Tell him pretty please!

Blue_Water149: He said yes! He is going to call tomorrow and set up plans for a new store.

Blue_Water149: I'm buying a plane ticket tomorrow.

Spazzie_Squirrel: I'm going to start packing tonight! Is Olive Oil going to buy a big house for us?

Blue_Water149: As soon as I get there and we play darts! He will start looking for one.

Spazzie_Squirrel: One with lots of closet space.

Blue_Water149: And an extra room for your wedding gowns.

Blue_Water149: I need to start packing too! Oliver is going through his house plans. He has a couple he wants to try.

Spazzie_Squirrel: He's a dork.

Blue_Water149: A dork you dated. and kissed.

Spazzie_Squirrel: Once! Just once! And I hated it! Completely!

Blue_Water149: Me thinks thou doth protest too much.

Within the next few days, the blonde knocked on the door of the other girl's apartment. With a squeal and a hug, she ushered her friend into her dorm room.

"Okay, so lets do this," the shorter one stated.

She pulled down the map again. Pulling out two darts, she handed one to her friend and kept one for herself. They both threw the darts at the map. The shorter girl's dart landed in the water, which merited ridicule from her friend. The blonde's dart hit the state of Washington. The two girls approached the map and squinted at the name of the city the dart had hit.

"Forks, Washington." The brunette read. The blonde's face twisted slightly.

"Can we have a do over??" the blonde scowled.

The shorter girl shook her head and retold her friend the rules that they had stuck by for years. The blonde sighed and helped the other finish packing.

"Hey, which gown had your mother wanted you to wear at the attempted forced marriage between you and Olive oil?" The blonde laughed at the face her friend made when she thought back to years ago and the hideous twenties dress that went with it.

"Well… I sent it back to my mother a few years ago… She was not thrilled, but Christopher thought it was hilarious!" the brunette laughed.

The girls finished packing and shipping the packages to the far off place of Forks. Then they hopped on a plane for a flight to their new home.