Melting Moon

by The Fault In Our Asterisks

HIATUS UNTIL I FINISH REVAMPING - Arianna Swan, twin of Bella Swan, is volunteered to go to Forks, Washington with her sister. Bella discovers secrets she shouldn't have, dragging Ari down with her as well. Around the owners of this secret, Arianna's facade begins to fall. What's underneath? And who is this trio?

1. Chapter 1

WARNING: CURSING AND MODERN DAY SAYINGS AND SONGS SHALL BE IN THE STORY! IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEM, SUCK IT UP AND GO ON HOME!

Thank you.

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Melting Moon

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A smile wanes over time and because so thin lipped that it becomes fake then, with this false smile, comes the art of the façade.

My Good Friend, Emmaley.

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PREFACE

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Bella had always been the plain child, in my eyes. Plain, as in simple not boring or any of the sorts (though she had her moments-a lot.). Bella somehow always seemed to have all the awesome things happen to her, due to her clumsiness. I, however, never had anything worth telling the grandchildren up until about right now.

The malicious creeper, James, stood across the ballet studio. His smile, similar to my friend-only much more intense, screamed 'I'M-GONNA-FUCKING-KILL-YOUR-ASS'.

'Well, that's if I survive.' Came my snarky thought. I held back a laugh, a shit-eating grin spreading across my face. Bella looked at me, terrified, most likely wondering how I could laugh in such a situation.

'If I'm going to die,' I thought, tapping my forehead, middle of my chest, then both my shoulders in a common Catholic gesture. I wasn't Catholic in the least but did it for the connection. ', I'm going out with style.'

I moved in front of Bella and clapped my hands in front of me. 'Vampires can hear from miles away right?' I thought. 'I'm pretty sure everyone is on their so let's send them some reassurance.'

"YOU CAN'T DO SHIT, BRA! YOU CAN'T DO SHIT!" I saw Bella's jaw drop in the mirrors. "COME AT ME, BRO!" I shouted, 'God, don't have me killed for saying this!' "YOLO, BITCH!"

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CHAPTER ONE

GOODBYE MY SUNSHINE

"Want to know the worst part?" I cried, dramatic tears streaming down my face. We sat in the small Dunkin' Donuts, our usual meeting spot, and snacked on my donut sadly. The full effect of my leaving hadn't hit them yet as they sat on the edge on their seats across from me.

"What in the world could be possibly worse than you leaving us?!" Lizzi said a frown etched in her freckled face. Lizzi was a tall, slender girl with long ginger hair that either rested in a wavy curtain around her shoulder blades or in a cute updo. She was a cheeky cheerleader than shared same backbone and bite that that our little trio all had. Her head wasn't stuck up her ass like the other cheerleaders on her team (with the exception of a few) and actually wore clothes unlike most of the girls at our crowded public school.

"There's no Wi-Fi on the plane we're taking!" I shoved my iPod Touch, Maxson, in their faces. "How am I supposed to use Maxson if there's no Wi-Fi?!" They both laughed and Sammy (aka Samantha) leaned backwards and spoke, "I do suppose change is good."

Sammy was tall (a little shorter than Lizzi) and curvy with dip dyed electric blue and dirty blond hair that usually hung around her waist. She was the mother of our little group, wise and logical thoughts always resting behind her brown eyes. She the calmer one of the group but had her moments and always had advice when you needed it. It was her I went to when I needed a second opinion or guidance.

"Well," I brushed a piece of my bangs back behind my ears only for it to slide back into place on my eyebrow. ", I propose an idea." I breathed and continued. "When I turned 18, I could buy an apartment big enough for us three and we could live there together so that way we don't separate do to distance." My hands laced together and rested on my upper lip after I popped another piece of my donut in my mouth.

Sammy and Lizzi blinked then exchanged a look then looked back to me. "You're not buying that apartment on your own."

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"I, Arianna Marcie Swan, vow to never to forget Sammy and Lizzi, always try my hardest to keep in touch with Sammy and Lizzi, and try my hardest to find a decent boyfriend." All three of us laughed through our parting tears. We continued to hug until my flight was announced over the intercom. We reluctantly let go of each other and I held out my curled pinky in what we called out pinky brofist-which was the same as a pinky promise only cooler. "I promise I won't leave like Brittany did."

We all tapped out pinkies together and I through my duffle bag over my shoulder and gave my mother on last goodbye then boarded the plane, glaring at the back of at my sister's head the whole time.

"Would you please stop glaring at me, Ari?" Bella begged for the fifth time. Isabella Marie Swan, the worst type of sister I could have ever asked for. The twin type. We looked like we were related, definitely, but we didn't look too similar for my likings. Her hair curled below her shoulder blades softly, her hair a darker brown than mine. My own hair was oddly cut, starting an inch above my shoulder then slated down sharply to my waist. It looked like someone had taken a pair of scissors to it and cut a big chuck of.

A month before the news of my twin and me going to Forks, Washington, I had a small run in with a lawn mower which resulted in my waist length hair being chopped off violently and a decent sized scar on my shoulder. My refusal to having all my years' worth of hard work ruined and I trimmed the ends and went with the flow.

Back to the subject; Bella and I shared the same pale complex and stood over me by a good three inches. Her eyes were a chocolate brown (which I thanked the Lord for not having; I hated brown eyes) whereas mine were a hazel which I got from my grandmother. From her, I also received her snarky and bold (and sarcastic) personality when my sister took after my father in most aspects.

I huffed, "You done the same thing time and time again. I have a right to glare." Bella narrowed her eyes, "What have I done?"

"You've volunteered me for something I don't want to do yet again." I hissed and jammed my ear buds in my ears as Bella blushed and looked down guilty, Florence + the Machine running through my ears for the rest of the plane ride.

Forks were a place I'd love to live. There were occasional sunny days but, most of time, rain and clouds littered the skies. Arizona was never my favorite place in the world. The only good thing was that it was too far from Las Vegas where I went for my sweet sixteen. Bella and I were going to be living with our dad, Charlie. My parents had divorced years ago and recently, Bella had convinced my mother to stop our summer visits to him. I hadn't since my dad since I was fourteen, which pissed me off.

I suffered the rest of the trip without Wi-Fi and, once off the plane at to my dad's police cruiser, I literally got on my hands and knees kissed the wet ground happily.

"I never thought I'd see you again. From now on, we're married and you will never leave me again." Bella and Dad chuckled at me as I hopped off the ground as if my little episode had never happened. Dad continued to put my three extra suitcases in the truck, my other two having already been put in the backseat.

"Did you really need so much stuff, Ari?" My dad grunted, glancing over at me. Bella giggled as I let out a drawled out 'what' "As a matter of fact, yes I did." I sassed. "The one you're putting in right now contains some A1, pocky, gummy bears, gummy worms, my favorite fabric softer, a few packs of tampons, and plenty pads so that way I don't have to go out and buy any." My dad almost dropped my purple suitcase. "The black one had wall décor and books. The plaid one had all my One Direction stuff in it and more books and the skull and cross bone one has clothes and so does the stripped one."

"Ari, just get in the car." Dad sighed and I smiled, mockingly, and then hopped in the car.

I closed up in my hermit crab shell as soon as Bella and Dad started an awkward conversation I wanted no part in. I stared out the window, shifting in the backseat. 'Wow.' I thought, glancing around the cruiser for the seventh time in a row. 'I remember the last time I sat in the back of a cop car.'

"Excuse me?" I jumped at Dad's voice and met his eyes in the rearview mirror. I cursed quietly, not believing I actually said that out loud. I sighed and told my story. "So, Lizzi and I are walking out of Dunkin' Donuts and we decided to take a short cut through an alley then all of a-BAM!" I said, smacking my hands together. "There's this guy in front of us and this other guy behind us then they start getting all up on us and tried to rape us and I was all like 'Hell no!'"

"Language." My dad interrupted as I continued. "So, I push this guy of me and punch him in the face then he backhanded me and I fell down then he said, 'You hit like a girl.' then I said, 'You could hit like one too if you tried a little harder.' Then we started fighting just as a police officer drove by.

"He stopped the fighting and took all four of us to the big house. Long story short I beat that guy's ass!" I said, wrapping up my story as we pulled up in the driveway of Dad's small house. A beat up, rusty, orange Ford sat in the drive way and Bella darted out of the cruiser, clumsily. I stared at the truck then shook my head and slipped out of the car and started to take my stuff up to the porch.

Bella fangirl-ed over her new truck, much to Dad's approval and I pulled up the front mat and pulled out the spare key and unlocked the house, tossing the key back under the mat. "For a cop, you'd think he have a better hiding spot for his key." I said, shoving all my bags in the house at once since I was boss like that. I jumped when I heard a bark come from the living room and furrowed my brows.

Bella and Dad came in right after the dog barked. "You got a dog?" I asked, suddenly missing my Belgium Shepard, Demon, my Scottish terrier, George, and my kitten, Tuna. It suddenly clicked in my brain and a smile spread across my face. I instantly darted in the living room with a shout in Swedish, "Komma (come)!" Two howls came from the room as I was tackled to the ground by Demon.

I laughed, "Boys! Boys! Down! Ned!" My drooling puppies retreated as Tuna, my white and grey kitten hopped in my lap. "Aw! You're so cute!" I cooed.

After reclaiming my pets, I went to work on my Dad's old office which was now my room. Painting, blow drying, and decorating filled the rest of my evening. No one interrupted me; Bella was probably in semi-depressed state and Dad was in the living immersed in a baseball game. Midnight tolled quickly and I panicked. School was tomorrow and there's was no way in hell I was going to take a shower in the morning.

I glanced in the morning and looked at my hair. It wasn't oily seeing as I washed it this morning and then rubbed my leg, feeling stubble as I rubbed it. I shrugged, "I'll be fine."

I crawled in the bed and stared at the wall, faintly smelling the fresh paint. I tensed at every creak and pulled my feet closer my body. I tucked myself further in the covers and called for Demon, who lay across the room in his doggy bed.

"Demon, komma!" I nearly screamed when he jumped on my bed. I cuddled up to his black fur and fell asleep to the sound of rain on the roof.

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"Holy shit!" I gaped at the puny school building in front of us. "That is a small school. It's smaller than our elementary sch-Hey!" I shouted as Bella darted out of the truck and to the front office. "Wait for me!" I leapt out and chasing after Bella, barely making it into the building before the door fluttered shut. A ginger woman sat at the front desk and I nostalgically thought of Lizzi.

"I miss Lizzi." I moaned, pathetically. The woman looked up at my voice and smiled, politely. "Can I help you?" Bella shot a look at me and I took over, instantly introducing myself. "Hello!" I smiled, brightly, sticking out my arm. "I'm Arianna; feel free to call me Ari. This my sister, Isabella, feel free to call her Bella. We're the Swans or new girls." She nodded, recognizing the name.

'Charlie!' I thought. 'You gossip like a woman.' I knew Dad was bragging about his 'little angels'. I shivered at the title and focused back at the situation.

"Of course." She said, shuffling through an army of paper that had obviously reproduced on her desk and made even more paper. "I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." I smiled and ran my eyes over the schedule and immediately noted my locker number. She went over the map and highlighted the shortest routes and handed us our locks and combinations.

"Have a great day!" I called as I walked out the door. "You too!" The woman called back as the door shut. Bella darted to the truck while I laughed and ran down the sidewalk, enjoying the rain as I made it to the door that would lead me to my locker. I shook my hair out as I walked in the door, warm air rushing around me. I smiled at the homey feel of the school and took note of the locker numbers.

"67…68…69!" I snickered and hummed. "70…71…72…and 73!" I said, instantly pulling open the lockless locker. I immediately began unpacking my things and rolled up my book bag and stuffed it in the small shelf at the top of the locker. I glanced around the empty hall and turned back to my locker, feeling eyes on my back. I pulled a folder out of the locker and pulled out a few pictures of One Direction and tape them to the inside of my locker, shamelessly. I grabbed my glasses case and slid on the black and red glass, the blurriness of the world disappearing.

"I just hope there ain't any bitches here." I sighed, speaking to myself. "I think Dad would be happy if I beat any one down on my first day of school." I smiled and laughed, pulling my iPod out of my back pocket and began playing all my music on shuffle as I fiddled with my lock.

I cheered as I finally unlocked the lock. Lacrimosa faded as I placed the iPod in my back pocket and pulled what few things I needed out of the locker. I kissed my finger and placed it on Harry Styles' face, "Luck!" I rolled my eyes at my own girlish obsession and closed the locker, putting the lock on the locker.

I turned around and looked at the window, double taking. A bunch of people sat against their cars and I could just feel their ego all the way from across the parking lot. A tall blond, a buff brun (brunette), a short blackette, McSexy Hair the 5th, and a lanky brun stood in all their albino glory. I furrowed my eyebrows together as they all looked my face. I smirked and sat down my stuff and began shuffling (the dance from Party Rock Anthem) in the middle of the hall. I stopped shuffling and began Patting-the-Dog-and-Turning-the-Light bulb.

The lanky brun, the tall blond, and McSexy Hair the 5th continued to stare while the pixie and the buff brun laughed. I rolled my eyes, 'The face or the finger dance?'

"Hell if I know." I said and began pouting. "I wish Lizzi and Sammy were here." By then, McSexy Hair and the blond had looked away but the lanky brun continued to look-no, glare- at me. I frowned and glanced around the hall for cameras and other people then flipped him the bird. "You hope you enjoy my finger, pretty boy. I painted the nail just for you." I said, even though he couldn't hear me.

His glare intensified and just smiled, mockingly, and waved. "Peace out, creeper!" I sang as the hall began filling with students. I quickly escaped to my first class and introduced myself to my art teacher, Ms. McCoy. She signed the slip I needed to have all my teachers sign and asked me to introduce myself to the class.

"Hey, I'm Arianna. I'll take any questions in the next minute and thirty seconds." Hands flew in the air and pointed at a brun boy in the front.

"Are you single?"

"No, I won't date you." I said then pointed to a girl in the back. "Do you play any instruments?"

"I play alto saxophone and a mean rubber band." I received some laughter and took another question. "What's your favorite sport?"

"I don't play but my favorite would have to be swimming if you consider that a sport." I wiggled my eyes and pointed to the pixie girl from earlier. She and McSexy Hair sat beside each other. "What's your favorite historical era?"

I smiled. "The Victorian era or Civil War era." She smiled back and I picked another person. "What's your bra size?"

"Holden!" The teacher scolded as I sighed, "A size too big for my liking. You try carrying cantaloupes on your chest all day." I drew a few more laughs. "One more question." I hummed and looked around the room.

"You in the back." I said. "The one with the sexy hair." He smirked slightly and lowered his hand. "Favorite art genre and why?" I hummed the beat of Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy and thought about it.

"I'd have to say photography and typography. Photography because you can capture a memory in time and keep it forever and typography because I think it's rather inspirational. Some of the pieces at least." He nodded and turned back to the window.

I turned to Ms. McCoy, "May take a seat now?" She nodded and I sat in the only seat open which just so happened to be beside the pixie's and McSexy's.

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"Please, this ain't even jealousy. She ain't got a thing on me; tryin' to rock them ugly jeans, jeans, jeans." I sang as I sat by myself in one of the corner tables. Maxson played softly as I nibbled on a Nutella and peanut butter sandwich. I flipped through the random photos and black mail of Lizzi and Sammy. I laughed at one of the black mail.

"Hi, there, Ari!" I jumped and dropped my sandwich. I gasped dramatically and snatched the sandwich off the ground, brushing it off and setting down on my tray. I looked up at Alice (I finally learned her name) who sat beside me and smiled. "Hey, girl. What's up?" I said as Jasper (he still had sexy hair) sat down beside Alice.

"The ceiling, of course." She said, winking at me. "Hey!" I smiled as I smacked her arm lightly. "That's my line." I popped a Goldfish in my mouth and held up another one. "Want one?"

"No, thank you." Jasper said as Alice shook her head 'no'. I melted slightly and picked up my sandwich, pointing it at Jasper. "You, my nice haired friend, have a sexy voice. You should use it more often." Alice giggled and Jasper rolled his eyes. "You both have pretty eyes, too. Where can I buy this pretty drug you guys seem to be using?" Alice shushed me and Jasper winked. "It's a secret."

I stuck out my tongue and flipped a longer piece of my hair over my shoulder. The aura at the table dive bombed and noted how Jasper's eyes darkened and he tensed. I looked at my lunch and opened sandwich baggy that held my pickle. I casually brought my hair back over my shoulder and Jasper became less tense.

"So," I said, switching to the next song on my iPod. ", are you guys always this social or am I just awesome?" Alice looked away from Jasper after sending him a reassuring smile.

"Not usually. We prefer to keep to ourselves. I managed to convince Jasper that we needed to have a friend other than our siblings." I nodded and eyed the taco on Alice's plate.

"Are you going to eat that?" I asked, pointed at her taco. She shook her head and slid her tray towards me. "Go ahead." I cheered and smiled at the taco. "Where have you been all my life?" Both of the odd teenagers laughed slightly.

"So, is there a reason your hair is cut so…" Alice trailed off, not wanting to offend me. I burst out laughed, "Actually, yes. About a month before I moved here, it was Bella's job to mow the lawn. That day I had decided to lie in the grass and I fell asleep with headphones on. So, Bella comes out and starts mowing the lawn and doesn't notice me lying in the grass with my air all over the place.

"So, she finally gets to where I am and the lawn mower runs over my hair and since my hair was so long it got caught in the blades and jerked me up with it and on its last rotation sliced my shoulder.

I waved my hand toward my shoulder and continued. "My mom tried to get me to cut it all off but it had taken me years to get my hair waist length and I wasn't about to lose years of progress to a lawn mower so I trimmed then ends and-bam!-you now have my current hairstyle."

Jasper shook his head as Alice spoke, "I would have never guessed." We continued to talk quietly before they left to go sit with their siblings.

I crossed my legs in my seat, nibbling on the cheese sticks Jasper gave me. 'They're strange.' I noted. 'Why did Jasper tense up every time I moved?' I sighed as theories blasted through my head. 'I'm overthinking things. I've only know them for a day. Wait a little longer before you start making conspiracy theories."

I slipped back into my own world as I finished my lunch. I gathered my things and dumped my tray, slipping away to the library for my study period. I browsed around, picking up a James Patterson novel before spotting someone. I nearly groaned as I saw Ken in the library too. He was one of the little admirers I had acquired during the day. I darted in the romance and historical fiction section, the last place a jock like him would look for me.

I looked in front of me and barely dodged running in Jasper, avoiding him with a curve and twirl of my body. I placed a hand over my chest, "Sorry, for almost running into you" I said, glancing around from Ken. Jasper dipped his head, picking the book I dropped unbeknownst to me. "My apologizes, ma'am. It's partly my fault as well." I gaped and gently took the book for his hand.

"Could you get any better?" I raised a hand to my forehead, dramatically. "Nice hair, pretty eyes, a gentleman, pale." I listed off all the aspects of my new buddy. I pointed at him, "You need a new nickname." He raised a blond eyebrow. I fiddled with my necklace, a lock and key on a bead chain, as I thought of a decent but degrading nickname.

"Kitty." I said before explaining. "I got 'per' from your name and I have a cat and cats purr and another name for a cat is kitty and the nickname is decent so don't complain about it 'cause that's your name from now on." I babbled.

"Would you like to have a seat, Ari?" He said after approving his nickname, nodding towards the table behind him. I went to reply when the air conditioning popped on and made my hair flutter. Jasper's hair darkened once more and I slapped a hand over my hair, holding it against my neck.

"If there's something wrong, you can leave. I won't mind." I said, gently taking his books from the harsh grip he held them in. "I'll check out your books and give them to one of your siblings."

Jasper's entire body was tense and he stiffly handed me his library card. "I'm sorry, Arianna." He whispered and walked away at an almost inhuman pace.

"Bye, Kitty." I said, confused. I just sighed, deciding not to push the subject. I didn't want meddle with something that wasn't mine to meddle with.

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A/N: Ello, my dearies! If you reading this, that's means you've read the first chapter of Melting Moon. If you would be kind enough to leave a small review (or a large one; either would suffice.), I'd love that.

Updates haven't been set yet.

In this story, Alice and Jasper just have a brother-sister bond. I didn't want to kill Alice off or anything like that so yeah.

I know there are a lot of these but why not? It's a great start.

Thanks for reading. R&R!
Yours Truly,

Veila