A/N: Okay, I was Cherise the Great before. BUT, I forgot my password, and so, I had to make a whole new account. And, now, I actually remembered it, but I've already made this one, so...I've decided to move my stories from there, to here, The Ordinary Girl. So, this is an old story. I forget what I originally wrote in the author's note, because I was stupid, and deleted the story, before posting it here. No, actually, that's smart, because I can't have duplicates on Anyways, this is an old story, and I'd gotten pretty good reviews for it. I hope you like it, but I think my writing's changed a bit, so maybe it doesn't sound exactly like the me-now!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight, New Moon and/or Eclipse! The wonderful Stephenie Meyer does!

I guess I've never really believed in vampires, nor any other mythical creature at that. Maybe I just couldn't bring myself to believing that there really were creatures that would suck the blood of humans to survive. Or, maybe I just couldn't see translucent bodies be able to exist in this world. At least, I wouldn't believe them, unless there really was a logical explanation. Perhaps, the farthest I would go to believing a, let's say, vampire legend, is maybe that there was a group of psychologically corrupted people, who were extremely pale in comparison to normal humans, who drank the blood of some unsuspecting individuals, and some bystander saw this, and made a story of it. Like that would happen, right?

Nevertheless, every time I pick up one of those fantasy books filled with descriptions of those legendary creatures, I can't help but want to believe them. It's like I know, for a fact, that they aren't real, but because of maybe how unexciting the real world is, I just wish that they would, however scary they were, be in this world. I've found that I tend to live in my own universe which is located, conveniently, in my head. Well, I prefer it there. Of course, I get to control what I get and what I want in there. And, it's filled with creatures of the unknown, creatures magical, dark, and fictitious that I didn't even know of, but could only imagine. There are things in this special place that make you wonder and marvel at. Its safe there, but also dangerous, because of those very creatures who can't help but be evil and kill for a living.

I'm sure many of us feel this way, but to me, it means so much, just the concept of it. I may just be another fantasy dork to you, but haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to have, let's just say, elves in this world? What would be different with a Legalus in our world? I wonder about it. Especially now, after what had happened. I wonder if I'd keep on not believing but still wanting. Or maybe I'd grow up and get on with the real world. This story is true, the whole fakeness, strangeness of it, that's what makes it so unbelievable, yet so real for me because it actually happened to me, just a month ago.

My mom's always saying that I'm always overly analytical about everything. Well, maybe she's right. Maybe, if I hadn't realized that his skin was extremely pale and almost white against the black limousine passing by, I wouldn't have stopped and just walked on with my friends, chatting about the weekly humorous topic or how cute that new history teacher is. Or, you can look at it in a different way. Maybe if my friends and I hadn't been talking about Twilight by Stephenie Meyer, I wouldn't be thinking about those major details that made up our favourite mythical character. As my dad would always say, there are many sides to everything.

As I stopped and gaped, the random figure on the street turned and looked at me too. And so we stood there, staring at each other, me, analyzing his appearance, and him, probably doing the same. His face was, maybe, not-so-surprisingly, beautiful, the features immobile with surprise, yet, with a tint of apparent irritation. Yes, his eyes were a liquid golden colour, a topaz-like shade, and his hair, a dark auburn, was in a casual messy way. I found that I couldn't tear my eyes from his face, even if it was just for a minute, to regard the rest of his body. So, Bella was right.

It was until my friends had noticed that I wasn't with them, and shouted for me to catch up to them, that he finally looked away, and I was free of his gaze. My friends crowded around me, wanting to know what was wrong. My best friend, Melanie, looked over to where I had been gawking at., but she saw nothing unusual. It turned out that they didn't notice anything wrong, in fact, I was the only one. But I was curious, curious enough to put on a charming smile and perform the "I've-got-to-go-because-something-came-up" act. I waved to them, still smiling and waited until they were around the corner, before turning around to pursue the Edward Cullen look-a-like.

I didn't have to go far, because he stood right behind me, and when I turned, expecting him to be in a different position, I knocked into him and found that Bella Swan, was right yet again. Now, I'm not very tall, maybe a bit taller than Bella, from the descriptions I've read on the Twilight Lexicon. So, my head hit, right about, his chest, which was, as proven by our lovely Ms Swan, rock hard. Thankfully, I caught myself in time for the hit to be less painful, still, it hurt, I wouldn't say a lot, but enough. By that time, I was aware that he could be my favourite vampire in the Twilight world, but I still had my doubts. Stepping back, while wincing in pain, I looked up to see an infuriated look on the creature's handsome face.

Up close now, I could see that he had what Bella had described as "bruise-like shadows", which are the exact words I'm going to use, because they were exactly like that. His face was set in a calm way, but the fire in his eyes told me otherwise. He motioned for me to follow him, but, even as amazed as I was, I still hesitated. As usual, my normal analytical-self took over, and I weighed the what-ifs and the what-not. I mean, this normal human male, might just be the vampire that I thought he was, and if I followed him, then I might get my blood sucked, even if he was what the book described as a "vegetarian" drinker. But, another part of me, the more curious side, argued back that this is the chance to meet one of my favourite characters of everything I've read. I gave up to my curious side and followed the stranger to a side street from the main road.

They say curiosity killed the cat. Well, thankfully that didn't happen to me, since I'm still telling this story. When we got to a small side street he stopped, turned to me and started to circle me, looking dangerously thoughtful. I was almost certain, by that point, that he wasn't human. His eyes had changed to a coal black, and I could see that he was trembling as he tried to control his emotions.

With his mouth set into a menacing snarl, our Edward Cullen look-a-like growled menacingly at me, "Should I know you?"

Being the always polite girl I am, I knew that I had to reply. So, I just answered with a simple, "Um, I don't know."

The teenager glared at me and pounced, yes, pounced from nowhere and pushed me against the wall. "Who are you?" he asked.

Many thoughts ran through my head. I was considering lying and just say that he looked like someone I knew, or I could tell him the truth… Of course, I had forgotten this one important feature to our lovely Edward Cullen; he could read minds. And so, I didn't really need to say anything, but he still knew what was going on.

"What do you want?" he suddenly asked his voice tight with annoyance. I was starting to think that he'd gone through this before with someone else.

My brain was working fast, as I weighed my two options. I could try to lure him into admitting that I was right, that he was a vampire, or still just tell him straight out... I kept my voice light as I chose my first option; lying. "Oh, what? I don't want anything, I just haven't ever seen you around here, and so, I was just wondering who you were." I pasted a small smile on my lips. "That's why I was staring," I added.

He scowled at the ground next to my right foot. Without looking up, he said, "Let me repeat that. What do you want?"

"Really, I don't want anything. I don't even know you," I replied. I put on a sheepish grin and said, "Well, I do know that you are, erm, well, I was thinking that you looked handsome, and so that was why I looked at you so much." I tried to keep the innocent-girl image in my head.

He glowered at the wall next to my head, and then turned to me again. His voice was filled with impatience when he answered. "Please, let's just not play games, Cameron."

I kept my face to a registered shock. "W-what? How do you know my name?" This is getting fun, I thought to myself, just to annoy who I thought was Edward. But, I still didn't know if he could read minds, it might have just been a coincidence. I smiled in spite of myself.

He glared at me, and I gazed back at him, looking as innocent as I could manage. We were yet again having an oh so lovely staring competition. I couldn't look away even if I tried. Finally, he took a few steps back and turned away from me. It was silent for a while.

I didn't know if I should run or not. But, I was still quite curious. I decided to change my tactics and tell him straight out. "Look, while I like to make my conversations fun for me, I don't like getting played in a conversation, like what I did to you. I apologize and fine, if you want to know how I know about you and everyone else, then, sure."

He was silent for a minute before replying in a steady voice, "I'm sure you want to know about me as well, or that's what I heard from your thoughts."

I silently shouted my triumph of drawing it out of him, and almost pumped my fists into the air, if it wasn't for the fact that Edward would see, but then, yet again, he could already read my thoughts, so what did it matter? "So you are-"

"Yes, I'm Edward Cullen, a vampire and I live with my family of my kind." His back was still turned from me, but I could see, from the way, his shoulders were a bit more relaxed, that he had calmed down.

"So, Edward, um…did-were you…." I stopped and muttered to myself, "How can I put this into words-?"

"I did read your mind a few moments ago, yes, that's how I knew that you know about my family, and that's how I got your name." he cut in, answering the question I was about to ask. "You did say that you didn't know how to put the question into words…" he reminded me. It was my turn to glower at the wall. "And it also shows you that I could read minds." He turned around, and I could see his eyes had returned to their usual golden colour, and his mouth was set into a slight smirk, as if he couldn't help himself, but laugh at my expressions.

"Well, thanks so much," I said sarcastically. "Why, I don't like asking my questions out loud, no, of course not." Edward's smirk became more apparent. "So, I guess I don't have to actually say anything in this conversation?"

"You don't, but of course, to make you happier, you could, since you like asking questions so much," his face was serious but the tone of his voice was light, as if he was laughing inside.

I scowled. "Looks like I'm the one being played in this conversation now," I muttered.

He smiled, "Well, you had your turn."

"You aren't worried that I'd tell everyone in the world the truth about Edward Cullen?"

His eyes flickered to my face. "You've read the book, I'm sure. Then, you know how fast I can move, and even if you tried to run, I could kill you with one snap of the neck."

I couldn't help but shiver as the real danger of his words passed through me. I tried to focus on the pattern of the wall. "You can also track me; track me to the ends of the world." I added quietly.

"Yes, of course."

"…just like how James did to Bella."

There was a slight pause before I heard, "Yeah."

There was silence, as I thought about it. Keeping my voice as light as possible, I started again, "But, you trust me enough. You trust me enough to meet me."

"I do."

"Thank you." I raised my eyes to the wall next to his face. "So," I said brightly, trying to hide my discomfort, "what should I ask next, eh, now that I have a vampire before me?"

I could see him smile a bit, from the corner of my eyes. "So, your question?"

"What did you do at night before you knew Bella? Did you play video games or what?"

He couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Of all things, you want to know that?"

I nodded, thankful that the intense moment had passed.

"There was the joking around with my brothers."

"So, you joke with them every night, without getting bored? Wow, that's so fun." I couldn't conceal my bad habit of being sarcastic even in the worst of times.

"No, of course not, there are video games, like you said, the pool, hunting…"

I grinned. "I'd love to see the group of you playing against each other in Mario Kart, or something."

"We have Mario Golf."

"It seems like such a normal thing to do, and definitely, before reading Twilight, I wouldn't have even thought to put vampires and Mario Golf in the same sentence."

"Yes, well, now that I think about it, it seems…different… in your point of view."

"Well… video games are addicting things."

"Quite addicting, more so for Emmett."

I gave a questioning glance.

"He can get a bit competitive at times."

I snorted. "Well…these games…are…well, most of them, are about competition."

He laughed silently to himself as well.

"I have another question." Without thinking I looked sideways and into his eyes. I froze, I couldn't move. I was being, as Bella put, "dazzled" by the vampire. "So…Edward…um…what…?" Damn.

Edward grinned, probably from hearing my thoughts. "So," he started in an enticing voice, "what were you going to ask?" Crap. He stepped closer and his beautiful eyes came closer and closer. Shit. He was teasing me I knew, even if it was somewhere in a hidden corner in my brain, but I couldn't do anything. Finally, chuckling, he let go of his power over me, and I could finally breathe again. Taking a few steps back, he looked at me expectantly, like I needed to do something. I frowned, was there some drool coming out, or something? His shoulders shook as he laughed silently. I rolled my eyes waiting for him to finish his oh so funny moment.

"Your question," he said pointedly.

"Oh, erm, I forgot."

"I know," he said gesturing to his head, "but shouldn't you have lots of questions, wouldn't you be able to just think of one?"

"You should know better than I do when I have a question."

"True," he admitted.

"Um, well, did you know that your personal life is being written out for everyone to see?"

"Yes. In my opinion, though, it doesn't really matter."

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused.

"Well, you never thought that I'd be real, right?"

I nodded, when I finally understood. "So, that's it!" I grinned. "It doesn't matter, because everyone will just think that it's not real, when it really is. It's just a matter of not believing that makes it alright for Twilight to exist, right?"

Edward smiled. "Yes, of course. Next one?"

I wracked my brain for another important question, while throwing away ones that I knew the answer to, now that I know that Twilight's real, or would sound stupid.

Edward looked at my face, scrutinizing my thinking expression while laughing every so often at the thoughts in my head.

I rolled my eyes, as he started laughing for the umpteenth time. "What?"

Trying to control his shaking shoulders, he answered, "You know, the way your brain is organized…"

"What?" I repeated, annoyed.

"It is different."

"So now I'm a freak."

"No, you're just unusual."

I scoffed. "Oh, and that's poles apart from being a freak."

The corner of Edward's mouth twisted upwards. "Your mind is just organized in a way that's unlike normal girls your age."

"Normal…" I considered. "Like how?" I was suddenly interested.

He shrugged. "It is more orderly than other teenage girls' and even some adults' too. And, it's funny how you look through your brain, like it's actually a library."

I put my hands in my pockets, "But, I thought you could only hear a person's thoughts, not actually visualize them."

"Well, you talk to yourself." I must've looked puzzled because he started to explain. "You think things through and do things rationally; all the while speaking to yourself internally like your brain's another being. Like now, you're thinking that you're weird, because of what I'm saying." He paused to look at my reaction. "It's a good thing, really."

"Well, my mom's always telling me that I'm analytical about a lot of things. And, she also says that I notice things in detail, enabling me, I guess, to see small elements of things that are maybe almost invisible to most. Oh, and, apparently I treat everything like a specimen of some sort." I grinned.

"Your mother seems like an interesting person."

"Oh, she is, she's an artist who's very involved in her work." I sighed.

Edward laughed as the thoughts raced through my head. "There is another special thing about your mind."

"Special," I smiled wanly. "It almost seems like we're talking about me as if I'm an alien."

He smiled, showing off his dazzlingly white teeth. "Well, maybe you are an alien…"

"Now wouldn't that be cool?" I mused. I shook my head while rolling my eyes. "So, what is this thing?"

Edward chuckled. "You think to yourself quite sarcastically and it's almost as if you have two sides to your brain. You answer yourself. Like, when you ask yourself a question, you answer it back. You might have known that special thing already."

"So, I do it automatically?"

"Yes."

"Cool, I guess."

We were yet again silent. I was pondering the new fact that my brain's different, and Edward was probably receiving all these thoughts, as he was yet again, laughing quietly to himself.

I raised my eyebrows. "Is it possible for you not to read my mind, or ignore them, like it's said in the book?"

"I can try to ignore them, but this is rather funny."

I pursed my lips, annoyed, while the soft laughter followed. "I have a feeling you've met someone, probably a girl like me, who saw you and thought that you were like her favourite vampire, and then, like me, tried to follow you."

He paused as if he was trying to remember. "Yes," he started slowly, "there was one, but she never really got to me."

I looked at him, confused yet again. "What do you mean?"

"Well, she never caught up to me."

"Then, why did you ask me to actually follow you?"

"Your mind told me that you wouldn't be like her," he replied.

"Be like her how?"

"I knew that she would tell a lot of people, even if I told her not to."

"How did you know?"

He sighed. "You aren't going to let this go, are you?"

I shook my head. I was interested.

"The first thought of hers I caught was; 'Oh, that looks exactly like Edward Cullen, from Stephenie Meyer's descriptions! I wonder what Britney and Stella would think if I met our favourite vampire in the whole wide world!'"

"And mine wasn't like that?"

"It didn't have the Britney and Stella part."

"I don't have friends that go by those names."

"I know."

"Then, what you're saying is that you knew I wouldn't tell anyone."

"No, what I knew was that you would more trustworthy. But then, now, I know for sure that you won't tell, if I ask you not to. At least I hope you won't."

"I won't. I understand that you don't want people to know that you guys exist. That explains why you were very, um, rough when we got here, in this alley."

"Forgive me."

"That's okay; you had your reasons to be." I smiled. "What were my thoughts?"

He grinned. "They were exactly like hers, except for the friend part, but you also gave doubt. I was afraid that you were going to tell your friends that you saw an Edward Cullen look-a-like, when they doubled back, but you did not, in fact, you just smiled and decided to investigate yourself. At first I thought you were just being selfish, but I had already decided to meet you." He looked at the wall next to me.

"Why did you already decide?"

"Your head was clear, and it was filled with logical thoughts, it is, as I have said, quite unique. I did have to test you first, though."

"So, that being-overly-protective-of-yourself act, was just a bluff?"

"I wanted to see if you would go gushing over me, or if you were different."

"You were interested, and so, you decided to play with me?"

"Not exactly."

"You were testing me to see if I was, um, it was safe to tell me anything."

"In a way…"

"I did say one gushy line."

He smirked. "I read your mind from the start. I knew it was a bluff. But, you know, your mind did tell me that it wasn't a lie."

My face got pink with embarrassment. "So?" I challenged, trying to mask my blush.

"Oh, nothing." His smirk widened. "How about your next question?"

"Don't you have anything to do?"

"Well, no, not really. How about you?"

I was pulled back into the real world for a second when I shrugged my sweater up to see my watch. "I have time, and anyways, it's Friday afternoon, there isn't school tomorrow."

"Ask away. I'm interested in your questions. They are different than the ones I thought would be asked."

"So, I guess I'm interesting…" I shrugged nonchalantly. "Wait, let's get out of this place, it's starting to get a bit…uncomfortable." I grimaced at the flies buzzing around the empty boxes on my right. "I know of a park that's quite pretty."

"We can go there."

A/N: YAY! I'm splitting this story into two chapters. I think it used to be four or something. But, I don't want each chapter to be too long! Reviews are greatly appreciated.