Everything had always been a lie, that was the way we always intended it.

I remember when this whole thing got started. Back when the four of us were just simple teenagers, with bright futures ahead of us.

My best friend, Edward Masen, had been my best friend since kindergarten at the time. We did everything together, from dating to going through puberty. I seriously don't know how I would have survived the first two years of high school without him.

Jasper and Alice Whitlock moved to Forks junior year, and immediately attached themselves to Edward and I. Edward had been in the closet for a year, only telling me about his homosexuality, and I had been on the fence about it, but one look at Alice and my mind was made up. Conveniently, Jasper and Alice also shared our sexual preference. I won't go into details but I bet you can imagine how awkward that conversation was.

The only problem was mine and Edward's parents. To put it in a nice way, they were homophobes. I tried to tell my parents once, just before Alice and I got together, but bailed last minute; calling Alice and crying for hours about how they wouldn't accept me. I wanted to believe that they would love me no matter what, but I knew better. Edward didn't even try with his parents; he already knew what their reaction would be.

I don't even remember which one of us suggested it, or where the initial thought was, but we made a plan. The perfect plan.

I started dating Jasper and Edward started dating Alice. That way, no one would ask us out or question our sexuality. It seemed simple really, we could all stay friends and I would get Alice to myself whenever I wanted. I liked the idea of that. Of course, Jasper and I had to act like a couple in public, but when we were alone or at the Whitlock's house it was a different story.

Alice and Jasper had already come out to both of their parents, Carlisle and Esme Whitlock, and they understood. Whenever we were over there they always showed me and Edward endless compassion. They sympathized with us and promised not to tell a soul about our extracurricular activities including their children. Let's just say that we made it quite obvious about our relationships, I could barely keep my hands off Alice when I knew there was no risk of exposure.

But that was the beginning of the lie.

Lies grow.

Soon, we had to make another lie, knowing it was pointless to stay in a boyfriend girlfriend relationship without anyone getting suspicious. I mean, who had a boyfriend for 10 years and doesn't marry him? So, Jasper and I got married. It was just another hoax, neither of us actually planned together forever, and neither of us spent the honeymoon like a normal couple. We sat in a hotel room drinking Pepsi and joking around every once and awhile about what we should have been doing on a honeymoon. That would have just been weird; I like chicks, not dicks. We got divorced a week later secretly, knowing that everyone would still think we were married, besides those who knew the plan. Edward and Alice.

Edward and Alice got married also, doing the same as me and Jasper before divorcing and coming home into our open arms. I almost died without Ali for the two honeymoons.

We all moved away from home, far away from the curious eyes of our parents and to the small town of Rutland, Vermont. It was tiny but we quickly got settled into an apartment building. Alice and I lived together, as did Edward and Jasper, and we all started our new lives together. We didn't have to worry about parents catching us making out on the couch or hear us making love through the thin walls. It felt good to be able to be ourselves.

I got a job at a bookstore, and Alice was designing clothing for her own store called Bixie. Jasper became a history teacher and Edward was working at the local hospital, which was ironically located down the street from McDonalds. Everything was perfect, and the four of us were closer than ever.

But, then the time came for that lie I was talking about earlier, to grow.

Edward's parents, my parents, and the Whitlock's were coming down for Christmas. We scrambled to move Alice into the boys apartment and Jasper into mine. All in all, everything was alright and I had a great holiday, excluding how my mother kept holding the mistletoe above Jasper and I. Nothing against Jasper, but his lips were too hard and his saliva was like slime. I was constantly craving Alice's sweet scent.

But, anyway, back to the present. It was two days before Thanksgiving, and Alice was putting up all of our Turkey day decorations. The phone rang and I picked it up instantly, figuring that it was one of the boys being too lazy to walk across the hall to get something.

It wasn't. Our small lie wasn't so small anymore.