Toastey is back with a new story! Enjoy reading it... and wish it was you!

So, first thing you need to know, I CAN'T GET ON MY E-MAIL, currently, and I'll alert you as soon as I can atually get on it. It's a long story, so please don't bug me about it, and please don't get mad if I don't answer your PM's or anything. Though I CAN still get on fanfiction (also long story), so I can go on my stories and look at the reviews and whatnot... In other words, YOU STILL NEED TO REVIEW! (smiles angelically)

Oh, and this is NOT about Toastey, although Toastey wishes it was...

Disclaimer- Roses are red, violets are blue, Twilight is Meyer's, so please don't sue!

Chapter 1. I Wish I Could Be A Vampire...

Soundtrack- I Wanna Be Like You; Jonas Brothers

I out the book down, crying, and thought, why do I still cry when Edward leaves her, even though I've only read the book a million times?

I got dressed in my pajamas and went to bed, but just as I got settled, heard a repeating tapping noise on the window.

I jumped up while thinking, Edward! Or maybe it's Jacob... I would prefer Edward, but if not, Jacob will do just fine!

I got to the window to find that the noise was only being made by a branch sweeping the window. I sighed. "Edward, this is not exactly how I had pictured us first meeting..."

I turned back and got into bed, and dreamed of shopping with Alice. I got up the next morning and got ready in a Twilight daydream. I even had strawberry scented shampoo, just so I could smell like Bella. I never tan, so I can be as pale as possible. My hair is already a chocolate brown, but my eyes are blue, so I use brown contacts! But, the thing is, I sort of... uh... lost my contacts this morning, so I would just have to go au natural... I don't think anyone besides me will see the difference. And, this I DON'T need to pretend about... I am about as clumsy as a doorknob being used as a toilet flusher (A/n I'm kinda brain dead at the moment, and I can't remember what it's called... sorry. You know, the little knob-ish thing on the side? Yeah, that. Okay, I'll stop babbling now...).

I headed to school in my new- well, new to me anyway- beat up red truck.

Yep, it's official. I'm obsessed. Now I just need to change my name. Laramie Elizabeth Infidus ( A/n; Pronounce however you see fit... I don't feel like explaining it) isn't exactly "Beautiful" Marie Swan. Actually, Infidus is derived from the latin word, infidi, meaning "the treacherous ones", and doesn't THAT make me sound harmless, right? Yeeeaaaahhhh...

So, as I was saying before I so rudely interrupted, I pulled into the parking lot of Poinsetta High School, also known as PHS (Yeah, just image middle school; PMS... ironic), and silently hoped I got there before Daniel did.

Ach, explanations. I hate them. Why can't we just all know everything and get it over with? Anywho, Daniel is my... boyfriend. Ach, yuck. I would rather he wasn't. You see, Daniel has shown major signs of unfaithfulness... like, "some one's on the other line, hang on just a sec", and never come back, leave suddenly, sudden plan changing and frequent "illness", and the occassional noice in the background when I call him, and he says, "Oh, it's just the cat." PSH! What cat?! Oh, and then there's always the losing of my number so he can't call me (even though he has a cell phone, the kind where you can PROGRAM the numbers in), and then when I call him, he doesn't answer because "he has no signal". Convenient right? But then again, I have no proof, so what am I supposed to do?

I got out of my car and turned to lock it, and then remembered I left my bag inside. I opened the door and climbed in, then realized how warm it was in there, as compared to outside in the middle of Georgia in the winter. Unthinking, I shut the door, and reached over the middle of the car to get my bag. I relished the warmth for another moment, then slammed the door open, only to hear a loud BAM! I jumped out and looked around, only to find a pale white body on the ground.

Weeeeird.

I then realized he was staring at me funny.

Again. Weeeeird.

I extended my hand to help him up, and he looked like he was going to be fine getting himself up, but I was now curious. He took my hand, and I almost let go.

His hand was cold, and if it were only that, I would have dismissed it because my hands were probably also freezing, but his hands were also rock solid. I was now extremely curious, and looked up warily into his face. Even though I could have expected this, I gasped.

All of his features were perfectly angular. Not only that, but his eyes were a perfect ocher.

Holy pop tarts.

Weeeei- never mind. This has gone beyond weird. Now it's just freaky.

Okay, if I'm not totally mistaken, he's either obsessed over the book like me or HE'S A VAMPIRE! Wait, shush, Laramie, he could read minds like Edward... Calm down...

In all the, uh, hustle and bustle, I never got a chance to pay attention to the fact that he was now looking at me like I was obviously mentally incompetent. Great. My very first encounter with a vampire and I officially look like a blonde seeing a cloud. Good job, Laramie. Your "the bomb". I sighed.

"What?", he asked, in a beautiful velvety sweet voice.

"Oh, uh, nothing..." I ran over the options of what to do in my mind, since he obviously showed no sign of being able to read it.

A), I could just ignore him and never think about this incident again (fat chance), B), I could ask him if he's a vampire and risk him questioning my sanity again, or C), I could just pretend like he's a Fanpire too.

I decided to play it safe and go with C.

"So," I asked. "Have you ever read the Twilight series?"

"Uh, no, but I've heard them been mentioned before. Why? Have you?" He raised an eyebrow, making me immediatly swoon. But, in case your wondering, I DID NOT FAINT! I did lose any chance of current coherent thought, though.

"Well, erm, uh, well, you know..." I said, scambling for words.

"Do I?" He smiled.

"Oh! Uh, no, sorry... Blonde moment! Haha, uh, yeah, anyways, I have, and I totally LOVED them!" I practically squealed (and I am sooo not the type of girl quo SQUEALS!).

"I can see. Would I like them?", he said, almost like it was some private joke.

"Um, I don't know. It's, well, you see... never mind. That's beside the point."

"It is?"

"YES! Stop trying to change the subject. What I was saying was that, well, in the books, the way that they describe a vampire kind of reminds me of... you..." I pondered, dazing off.

"Really? Huh. I always wanted to be a vampire," he said laughing.

I lost my train of thought and unwillingly went into fan mode. "REALLY? Me too!" I, well, not said... more liked screamed. Then I realized it...