FAGE 11. Are You In…?

Title: You'll Always Be My One.

Written for: Star Spiers/TheDarkestFallingStar

Written By: Laurie Dennison/Laurie Whitlock

Rating: M

Summary: When Bella moved to New Orleans with her mom, she was tired of all the moving and trying to make new friends. She had decided not to make any friends this time, preferring to stay alone as she didn't know how long they were going to live there. But all that changed when she met him, all bets were off.

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Chapter 1

Being a mutant wasn't easy. It was even harder when both of your parents were normal, and you didn't know where the mutant gene came from. My name is Bella Swan, and I'm a mutant.

When I started to show signs of my powers, my parents freaked. When I was four, dad decided to take me away from the tiny town where I was born because I had accidentally showed my powers in kindergarten and the town freaked out. What had happened was the teacher wanted us to draw a picture of our favorite animal, I drew a wolf, and a boy named Mike Newton said that my picture didn't look like one and I insisted that it did. Before I knew it, there was a wolf standing in the middle of the classroom, snarling.

After that, the town started calling me a witch, and tried to get me committed in a mental hospital. Mom and dad tried to make the town believe that I wasn't a danger to anyone and that I wouldn't hurt them. Sadly, they didn't believe them, and dad decided that we were going to leave town. When I got a little older, getting to see different parts of the US was cool, but after awhile all the traveling started to wear on me. Not having any friends would do that to a kid.

There was only ever two people who didn't treat me like a freak when they found out I was a mutant. I had just turned ten when we moved to Texas; that was also just after my mom died; it was a rainy night and she was coming home from playing bingo and a car came out of nowhere causing her to swerve and because the roads were wet, she wasn't able to maintain control and crash into a tree, she died instantly, and there was a boy who became my very best friend, he quickly became like family; my brother. His name was Jasper. We met because one day we ran into each other while he was out riding his horse and I was walking along the path between the house Charlie and I were renting and Jasper's ranch. He asked if I wanted to go for a ride. I, of course, agreed having never been on a horse before. He jumped off, helped me on and then climbed up in front of me. The ride was fantastic, and I had a fun time. After that, he taught me how to ride, how to care for a horse and everything else one would need to know for taking care of animals on a ranch. One night I told him I was a mutant. I was scared, but I had a feeling that he would be different. I was right, thankfully, because he was a mutant as well; so was his brother Garrett.

Jasper's mutant powers was empathy, which meant he was able to affect a person or a group of people's emotions. Garrett's ability was immunity to most toxins and detecting lies. It was fantastic having two friends whom knew of my abilities and didn't judge me for them because they were mutants as well. I didn't have to worry about hiding my abilities from Jasper and Garrett like I had to with other people; expect dad. It was summer, so I didn't have to worry about going to school. However, when September rolled around, dad said it was time to go. When I asked why, he said that it was better to keep moving so that no one would find out about my abilities. I protested and begged, telling dad that only Jasper and Garrett knew my secret and they wouldn't tell anyone. Plus, I was getting better at hiding my abilities and I knew that I wouldn't show them to anyone. Dad knew that, but he still feared for my life. I tried to get mom to talk to dad, but she agreed with him, saying that it was for the best, and so I got dragged off to the next city. Jasper, Garrett and I stayed in contact, and I was glad that I still had people I could talk to about being a mutant and the loneliness I felt daily because of it; people who understood.

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This time, unlike previous times, I wouldn't be starting the school year in the middle or towards the end. This time, I would be starting grade 9 on the same day as all the other students at New Orleans High. I didn't make friends anymore because from the age of four, dad had drilled it into me that I never show my abilities to anyone because he didn't want what happened in Forks to happen to me again. When I had originally told him that I showed my powers to Jasper and Garrett, dad was angry and scared until I told him that they were mutants as well. After that, he wasn't so angry, but he made me promise never to show anyone else what I could do. He was so upset that I couldn't help but agree, so I never made friends after that. I just became the outcast in school, sitting by myself, never talking to anyone unless it was for a group project and never going to birthday parties; not that I was invited to any.

However, all that changed a week after school started when I saw them for the first time.

Remy had a small group of friends who also didn't like following the rules. His best friend was a girl nicknamed Rogue. Her actual name was Anna Marie, and she was an orphan like Remy. Unlike Remy, she had bounced from one foster family to the next since she was little. Rogue didn't like authorities because she felt like she could never trust anyone; her reasoning was why trust adults when her "parents" gave her up for adoption. At first, she didn't trust me and thought that I wasn't good enough for rolling with her crew, but she eventually came around. Remy's third friend was Logan aka Wolverine. He wasn't an orphan, but he did have a dad that was a drunk and an asshole. Logan was a year older than Remy, but they were still good friends. Logan was the protector of the group.

For the better part of grade 9, I avoided Remy and his friends like I avoided everyone else in this school. However, it seemed like Remy didn't want to leave me alone. He kept hanging around me every day, even when I ignored him or told him to leave me alone. It was ridiculous and I couldn't figure out why he was interested in me, when I would ask him, he would just say there was something about me and he knew I was going to be special. He finally won me over and then I had to win over Anna and Logan.

I won Anna over by defending her against the "popular" girls. Alice, Rosalie and Jessica thought they ruled the school. They liked to make fun of people, their clothes, and their families. They would constantly pick on Anna, calling her names and saying how no one could ever love her. One day I had enough. I stood up in the middle of the lunchroom, screamed at the bitches to shut up. I told them that they were vile, that no one would ever love them properly because of how they treated others. At first, they didn't care and tried to fling hurtful things back at me, but it didn't faze me, and I just kept going. Soon, the rest of the school chimed in and before long, Alice, Rosalie and Jessica ran out of the lunchroom crying.

After that day, Anna became my closest friend besides Remy. As for Logan, I didn't have to work as hard to win him over. He could see how much I meant to the other two and he knew I wouldn't harm them, so he became my friend and protector.

The next three and a half years were the best of my life. The four of us became so close; closer than my parents and me. We spent everyday together; in school and out. In 11th grade, Remy and I decided to take our relationship to the next step; the other two didn't seem to mind. We also started committing petty crimes. It was only to see if we could do things without getting caught. We stole small things from the stores mostly. At first, I didn't want to steal anything; dad was a cop after all, but I tried once; it was a chocolate bar, and I enjoyed the thrill of the steal.

When graduation rolled around, I don't know what happened but somehow, we all went our separate way. Logan went up to Canada to find his brother who had gotten into some trouble there, Anna went to New York to work for an organization that helped orphaned kids; she had started to turn her life around. Remy wanted to stay in New Orleans, and as for me, I didn't have a plan. Remy begged me to stay with him, but I couldn't stay any longer; I guess I had gotten my mother's nomadic habits, I begged him to come with me, but he said he couldn't, New Orleans was home to him even if it held bad memories. The day after graduation, we all parted ways with promises to stay in touch. My pickup truck was packed with the essentials and I left New Orleans after begging Remy one more time to come with me and saying a long farewell when he refused again.

For the first year, we all stayed in contact. We called, we texted, we emailed, but soon our daily check-ins turned into weekly Skype chats. There was always someone who couldn't make the chat though; Logan often had poor reception in the Alberta mountains, and Anna worked odd hours and overtime. Remy and I tried to keep up the chats when the other two couldn't make it, but there were times where I didn't have good reception either. Soon though the Skype chats went from weekly to monthly and then stopped all together. Remy and I tried to do the long distant relationship thing, but it didn't work out either.

It had been ten years since I heard the name Remy LeBeau.