Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Twilight saga except for the tears shed and the laughs while reading them... Oh, and a lovely worn out set of them(: Edward, Bella, Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Rosalie, Esme, Carlisle, and any other of the characters I use belong to Stepheine Meyer. I do not own The Mask's Her Aid either. That's To Be Juliet's Secret property. And for use of any other songs, which is inevitable, I don't own them either.

A/N: Okay, now that the painfullest part of writing these stories is over, I have heartbreaking news! THERE IS A POSSIBLITY THAT ALL TIME LOW WILL BREAK UP! Just warning you. My best friend's little sister informed me yesterday, saying she wasn't sure yet. I cried, I will not lie. So please, if this news is true, don't forget to mourn the loss of a ledgend...

Okay, so onto the story, shall we?

Chapter 1. Bella's Point of View

I hopped into my beat-up truck after an endless day, ready to return home.

I hated school.

I turned on my engine, not jumping at the sound like I did for the year of owning it.

I turned my head around to back up, but out of the corner of my eye I seen to tall figures dashing toward my truck.

The door opened, and the figures proceded to crawl in.

"Did you seriously almost forget up, Bumble Bee?" the booming voice asked.

"Honestly, Bella. Forgetting your own bros now?" the calmer one asked.

I sighed, blushing slightly... I had forgotten them. School was tourcher though.

"I didn't forget... I just momentarly pushed your 7 year-old antics, "I tried, gesturing to the huge boy in my truck, pulling out of the damned school lot, "and your slightly calmer, more rational actions." I leaned my head towards the boy with the blond locks on his head.

"Sure sure, BeeBee..." Emmett said.

One of my eyebrows shot up, "BeeBee, Emmett?" I questioned.

"Yeah, BeeBee... Haven't you ever watched the Rugrats? Dill's mom is BeeBee," he explained. I rolled my eyes. Of course I watched the Rugrats! When I was eight...

I rolled my eyes at my insane brother.

"Umm... I'm fairly sure her name is DeeDee," Jasper corrected him, stressing the first part of the name.

I laughed, "I second that."

"No it's not! It's BeeBee!" Emmett yelled, whining.

I groaned, this could only get worse. I turned my music up, letting Fall Out Boy drown the sounds of my childish brothers out. Don't get me wrong, I loved them and their oddness. Infact, I was normally like them, arguing about the name of a mother on a children's television show. I just was not in the mood today. School had been hell.

I pulled into our driveway, cutting the engine and not even waiting for my brothers.

I threw open the door and stormed upstairs, jumping onto my bed, and screaming into my pillow.

Then I realized I still had a shirt covered in red Kool-Aid on, so I pealed it off, grabbing a shirt and pulling it over my head, not even bothering to look at it. I grabbed my comfiest sweats, and put them on too.

Today, I had a bad day. It was like horrible to where I never wanted to go back, which I didn't anyway, but it wasn't my favorite day by any means.

I woke up and went to take a shower. Of course Emmett was in there. But what came as a shock to me was the fact that after I had stood there for three minutes, he was dashing out with a towel around him, going in his room. I opened my mouth to comment, but closed it again, figuring it wasn't even worth it.

I hopped in the shower, hopping the warm water would relax my muscles, but it was freezing! I washed as quickly as possible, and got out. I changed into a pair of jeans and my favorite white All Time Low T-Shirt. I dried my hair, but when I was done, it looked like crap. I messed with it for fifteen minutes before giving up and putting it in a ponytail. I ran downstairs, tripping and tumbling down the last five steps. I got up and put my Converse on, having a little trouble with the laces.

When I got to school, I ran into a boy with copper-colored hair and harsh emerald green eyes. It was really annoying. All I had done was run into the God! It wasn't a crime, for Pete's sake. At lunch, my brothers and my best friends who happened to be my brothers' girlfriend, both being sisters teased me about how I was going to fall in love with their cousin who moved in with them and then we would all be one big happy offical family. On my way over to our table, Lauren 'bumbed' into me, slipping my Kool-Aid all over my favorite shirt and made me drop my apple, bruising it. Later on, she decided to 'bumb' into me again and knock all my books out of my hands. The only bright side of day was me punching her face. At first I thought her lipstick had gotten on me, then I realized it was blood. I got a detention, but it was worth it.

I smiled at the memory. Hey, it was about time someone taught her a lesson. After all-

"Bella!" my two favorite female voices called. I smiled hearing the girls and dashed down to the living room. I decided I really need to just be with my friends after today, the always made everything better.

"Guess what?" Rose asked me from Emmett's side.

"Umm... The man of my dreams is waiting right outside?" I guessed. Then, just because I could and that's how I was growing up with Emmett and Jasper, I grinned widely, ran to the door, opened it, closed it, and came back in with a look of disappointment on my face. "Rosalie. You lied to me."

Everyone was quiet for a second, then I smiled and they cracked up laughing.

"I swear, Bella," Alice said through her laughter, "You get worse than Emmett everyday."

I shook my head, "I haven't reached that level of insanity yet. After all, he's the one who thought Dill's mom's name was BeeBee."

"It is!" Emmett yelled.

Rosalie slapped him on the back of his head, "No, dip shit, her name is DeeDee. Look, me and Alice will show you." The girls got up, went to our computer, typed in a few things, and then called Emmett over. When he was running over, he looked like a little kid who finally got to see his Christmas presents. After looking at the screen, he turned around and looked like he just got socks and underwear.

I smirked at my little comparison. Maybe I was becoming as insane as my bear of a brother. I thought about it, no, not yet anyway...

We all talked for a little bit and then this happened:

"Oh!" Alice squeaked, scaring all of us.

"Jeez, Pixie, what is it?" Emmett asked.

"I totally forgot! I finally figured out what I'm going to do for my birthday this weekend!" she announced.

Please be a simple sleepover, please be a sleepover, please just a sleepover, just a-

"A masquarde ball!" she squeeled. Damn it.

I groaned, "Alice, really?"

She nodded her head excitedly, and then it turned into a look of evil, "And you are going to dress in the dress I have gotten for you. You will let me and Rose do you make up and hair. You will wear high heels. You will dance with boys you don't know-"

"Not my little sister!" Jasper and Emmett said at the same time. Bless them!

"Oh shut up or my and Rose will abandon you for the whole night and let you deal with those sluts," she threatened. My dipwad brothers shut up. Screw them.

"Alice, I-" I started to protest.

"And you will have fun. Please, Bella! It's my birthday and-"

"Just because it's your birthday doesn't mean you can-"

"And all I want is for my best friend to have fun and find a guy! Bella, please!" Alice said, pouting. Oh no, the pout. Her bottom lip slipped out, trembling, and her eyes got huge, tears welling up.

Resist the- "Fine!" Crap.

Alice jumped up and landed ontop if me, "Thank you, Bells!" she exclaimed squeezing me.

I sighed, "Yeah, whatever. But if I break my ankle you're paying the bill."

When the girls left, I headed upstairs and went to sleep, not even bothering to change.

The dream I had that night scared me. I hadn't had it in a while.

My mom and I were walking down the streets of Seattle to our hotel. I just had my dance recital and we decided to stay so we could shop tomorrow. I didn't like shopping all that well, but I loved my mom and she loved shopping. Besides, she let me get whatever I wanted.

My mom was telling me how good I did up on stage as we walked into our hotel room. I pushed the door behind me, but never heard it click. I turned around and screamed.

My mom looked at me and then ran infront of me, just as the man with the long, blonde hair that was in a ponytail shot at me.

The man ran out of the room, and left me with my mom laying in front of me, bleeding.

I started bawling and called my dad. I told him what had just happened and he said to hang on and that he was going to call 911.

It was too late when they got there, though. She was gone. The police looked for the man, and instead of finding him dead from overdosing like they should have, he came back in the room. The rest of my family was there, plus my sisters and best friends, Rosalie and Alice. He shot them too.

I woke up in a cold sweat. Just a dream. I took deep breaths and finally managed to calm down and breath properly.

That was too vivid. When ever I had it, it was too vivid. I hated it. I hadn't had it in two years though. I mean, I wasn't by any means over my mom dying, but I was able to live a normal life. The memories still scared me, I still knew it was my fault, but nothing I did could change it. When it first started, the dreams, I just wanted it to all go away. I had heard how a fourteen year-old tied a rope around her neck, turned on her ceiling fan, and hung herself from it. That's when I first learned about suicide. I concidered trying it, but then I overheard people saying how selfish it was. They said 'How could someone do that? Leave their friends and family behind to mourn, not caring that it hurt them.' I realized I couldn't hurt my family anymore, so I stopped thinking about it.

After three month of it, my dad sent me to a therapist. She helped me a lot. Occsionaly I would run into her around town nowadays. I'd always smile and give her a hug everytime I saw her. She'd ask me how I was doing, if anything had come back, how school was. If I'd had the dream recently, if anything changed in it, we would go back to her place and talk about it. I normally had the dream when I was under a lot of pressure or afraid. She would have me talk about it and it would help. That night when I slept, the dream didn't come back.

I sighed, looking at my clock. It was 6:16. There wasn't anyway I could get back to sleep now. I decided to get up and take a shower.

This time, the water was warm, which I was pleased about. I let the water run over my muscles, but finally got out. I smirked, haha Jasper and Em. I walked back to my room quietly. I figured today would be a decent day, and for some reason, I wanted to look good. Maybe I would run into that Adonis I had yesterday, except not literally this time.

I questioned myself. I had only run into the boy, and I'm sure every other girl he met hung off him. I decided not even to think about him. His face was always in the back of my mind though.

I finally found a satisfying outfit. I slipped on a pair of plain light-wash skinny jeans over my butt. I put on a back wifebeater and a green, black, and white plaid button-up. I rolled the cuffs up and pushed the sleeves up just below my elbow. I left it unbuttoned. I actually had time to do my hair, so I straightened it flat and put in a plain white headband to hold back my bangs. I put on a little mascara too.

I looked at the clock, and it was now nearing time to go. I started out of my bedroom, but decided I'd change it up instead of always wearing my black Converse hightops. I dug through my closest and grabbed out my green ones, shoving them on my feet.

I had a slight bounce in my walk today, and my brothers noticed.

"Hmm, someone's having a good day," Jasper commented with a mouthful.

I just smiled at him, grabbing an apple.

Emmett came downstairs, "Belsy Boo actually got dressed today!"

I laughed, "Hey, you can only wear jeans and a T-shirt so long before it gets boring."

We all headed to Emmett's Jeep, just laughing and having a good time.

We managed to get to the school in no time at all. Alice and Rosalie were already there and came running over, saying hello and giving their other half a chaste kiss. I smiled, they were all so sweet and perfect together.

That's when I noticed someone else was standing in our little group. It was that copperhead Adonis I ran into yesterday. I caught him looking me up and down. I stared at him, smirking, and caught his eye before he looked away.

"Hey," Emmett said, "Who's that checking out Bellie?"

Alice laughed, "My cousin. Everyone, this is Edward. He started yesterday, but was too chicken to meet you guys. Edward, everyone." Rosalie rolled her eyes at her sister and introduced us one by one.

"And this is Bella," she said, lastly.

"Hello, Bella. I think I remember running into you yesterday," he said. I blushed. Okay, maybe I deserved that for making him embarrassed with me catching him staring.

Alice giggled, "She's the cute brunette you were talking about? You know, actually I should have figured. Bella is a klutz, there's a good chance you'll run into her a lot more."

Everyone turned to Emmett when he laughed, "Oh, BeeBee, you ran into Eddie? Classic Bella."

I stuck my tongue out at my oaf of a brother, "Haha, I thought 'Make-fun-of-Bella-day' was yesterday?"

Jasper smirked, "Well today is make fun of Bella and Edward day!"

Edward knitted his eyebrows together.

"Get used to it," I told him, "This is what happens when you're single in our group. I'll probably get teased for the rest of my life. I don't know why they'd tease you though," I said the last sentence more to myself.

"Because we caught him checking out Bellie Boop!" Emmett said, making both of us blush. Everyone laughed, but Emmett then became serious, "Don't think of making a move on her though or I will personally come over to your house, because I know where you live, and rip your throat out."

Edward's eyes widened.

"See, guys! That," I said waving my hand in Emmett's direction, "is why I can't get a date." The bell rang, so we headed to class.

Edward followed me, apperantly his locker was right next to mine, "Was he serious about ripping my throat out?" he asked, still slightly shaken.

I laughed, "No. He might beat you up a little though," I mused. My brothers teased me about not having a boyfriend, but everytime someone asked me out, one of them alway managed to come up behind me and scare them off.

Edward grimaced, "What's your first class?" he asked.

I pulled my head out of my locker, dropping the book in my arms and groaning, "History."

He smiled, "I'll walk with you. I have that class now too." I smiled back at him. Maybe he wasn't as mean as his eyes said he was yesterday.

A/N: What do you think? I'm deleteing my two other unfinished stories. Well actually, I'm going to post another chapter of the one I'm currently working on & then let the, oh, I'd say three readers, know I'm discontinuing.

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