A/N: So it's been a while. Like over a few years a while. I recently went back and reread one of my favorite Rosalie/Edward fanfics from back then. I never finished it the time and in order for me to finish it this time I had to go back and read it all over again. This inspired me to reread my own story. And wow, I died of embarrassment. I'm very thankful for all those who supported "Two is Better Than One" back then, and I'm sorry I never finished it. I was in high school back then and now I'm a senior in college. I thought that it would be a good idea to finish the story, but I could not work with what I already posted. So I've decided to write a complete new story. It will primarily be just like TBTO. It starts with the Hales moving to Forks and it will have the same ending I originally planned it to have. How it gets from start to end will differ though. It will have 3 parts. Part 1 will mainly be in Rosalie's POV, part 2 in Edward's, and part 3 will be a mixture of both. I think this for the best, and I hope you guys enjoy this take 2 of TBTO.

PART I

Chapter 1:

Sometimes I think the world is out to get me just because things never go the way I want them to go. I had an established group of friends, in a town and state I loved and grew up in, and it was the middle of my junior year in high school. Within a little over a year I would graduate and continue onto university to study education to become a teacher. I had everything and everything was going according to plan. It didn't bother me that I did not have a boyfriend. I played that role of the tragically single friend so well. Always giving advice to my friends who were in relationships and there for them when those relationships failed. It was only high school, and I didn't understand how some of my peers were already on their 3rd relationship when I never had a single one. Things were good though. I busied myself with other activities like junior body President and co-captain of the girl's swim team, and babysitting for a few neighbors. But all of that became irrelevant on thanksgiving of that year.

My parents announced casually over thanksgiving dinner that we would be moving over Christmas break. My twin brother Jasper was content with this turn of events in our lives. I knew that he would feel like that since he never felt like he fit in at our high school full of jocks and preps. He actually looked relieved upon hearing the news. I on the other hand, was not thrilled at all. First of all, we were moving to a town called Forks in nowheresville Washington. Forks. Really? That was an indicator right there. Secondly, Washington is all the way across the country. We're in Michigan. My life is in Michigan and my parents want to up root us. My father announced that the hospital near Forks competitively offered him a position on a recommendation from my father's closest friend Carlisle Cullen. I don't know much about my father's friends but he's mentioned Carlisle a few times in passing when telling stories of his college days.

My mother then mentioned, trying to appeal to me, that Carlisle Cullen had children our age. The youngest, only a year younger than Jasper and I, Alice and the oldest, exactly our age, Edward. She winked at me after saying Edward's name. Ever since I turned 16, my mother has been insisting that I should start dating. She does this thing whenever we go out together to point out all of the decently cute boys my age and tells me to go talk to them. I of course get embarrassed beyond belief at my mother, and insist that she leave me alone on the topic of boys. Apparently this is going to keep continuing until I actually do start dating.

"Don't you remember the Cullens?" My mother asked me. I had not the slightest clue who the Cullens were. "You were probably too young to remember. That's where you two were born. We lived there up till you guys were about three and then we moved to Michigan."

"We're from Forks?" This was certainly news to me. To think that I spent the first few years of life there.

"Yes. Carlisle didn't really need to give a recommendation for your father. Everyone knows him at the hospital already since he used to work there. Your father and I never sold our house in Forks, in hopes that we would always come back. I know you've always thought of the town here in Michigan as your home, but we always knew it was never permanent."

Couldn't my family have waited to move until after I graduated? The rest of thanksgiving dinner was spent with me arguing over multiple facts that my life truly meant to be lived in Michigan. The decision was already made though, and we would move to Forks, Washington the first week in January.

The last few weeks of school before Christmas break I spent saying goodbye to friends and teachers. These were friends I've known since kindergarten and teachers who've helped shape my education. I felt like I was losing so much. All of these people, places, and memories I have to leave behind to move back to a place I don't even remember. Dramatically I kept thinking how my world was falling apart. In reality things would be fine. My friends threw me a goodbye party on the last day of the semester and that was the last time I saw them. I spent most of Christmas break helping my family pack things and wallowing in my own silly self-pity.

On our last night in Michigan, I was packing up the rest of my clothes when Jasper knocked on my door and came in. My twin brother and I are polar opposites. I had a lot friends and enjoyed making connections with other people, whereas Jasper preferred to have a few close friends and hardly ever talked to anyone else. I spent my free time with activities like swimming and shopping, and he spent his free time alone in his room reading a book. If it wasn't for our striking resemblance I wouldn't think he was even my twin bother. But somehow he was, and he was my best friend, partner in crime forever.

"So tell me why on the eve before the move that you're somehow still not packed yet?" He strode over to where I was on the floor trying to fold shirts and put them in a box.

"I'm almost done. I just have to finish these drawers." I opened up another drawer, this one full of pants and started putting them in a separate box. I admit, I do have way too many clothes and I didn't think it would have taken me this long to pack my whole wardrobe.

"Father told me a bit about his friend, Carlisle's family when we used to live there." Jasper began as he sat down next to me. "As you already know Carlisle is a doctor there at the hospital our father is transferring to. His wife, Esme remodels homes and has been taking care of our old house while we've been away for thirteen years. Their son Edward, who is also 16, and their daughter Alice, who is 15, both go to the high school there. Apparently we used to spend so much time with Edward and Alice. Father showed me a recent photo of their family. He also showed me this."

Jasper handed me worn photograph. In the photograph sat four restless looking toddlers on a couch. I first noticed myself in the photograph, blond hair dressed in shades of pink. I had my arm around the shoulders of a boy with bronze messy hair, who also had his arm around my shoulder. Edward. We were both grinning at the camera. Next to the boy sat Jasper who looked so calm for a three year old. And next to Jasper sat girl who looked younger than the rest. She was smaller than everyone else and her face was fuller. Alice. I vaguely remembered their names.

Jasper sat with me as I finished packing all my clothes well into the middle of the night. He told me that he did not really remember our time in Forks either. Besides the photo that he showed me, our family didn't have any other photos from that time. Jasper explained to me that father told him that they had left a majority of our belongings in Forks when we left so hastily. He mentioned that father didn't elaborate as to why we had left in such a hurry. I asked Jasper what the Cullens looked like now from the picture he saw. He described Carlisle as tall, blond and handsome. His wife Esme was beautiful and petite. Both very young looking for their age. Their son Edward, he described as maybe handsome but definitely my type.

"My type?" I stopped momentarily and gave him an incredulous glare.

"Yeah, you know the type of guy who looks like he doesn't try at all but is probably trying the hardest, kind of like you. Plus, from that old photograph you two look adorable together." He teased me.

"Jasper, I don't have a type." Which was mostly true. I didn't have a type since I didn't bother myself with trying to even work out which type of guys I was attracted to. He didn't push the topic any further and went on to talk about the daughter, Alice. He described her as being cute and that was all. I think I noticed a hint of blush appear on my brother's face as he mentioned her. There were very little things that ever made Jasper blush.

When all my clothes were in boxes it was about 1am at night. Jasper had left me alone by then so that he could sleep. As I laid in my bed in my empty room full of boxes, I couldn't help but think back to how just a month ago I had the rest of my high school career planned out. Now my life is altering. Jasper assured me earlier that things would work out and that this was a good thing. Things were changing and change is good, he told me. I took his advice at the time, but I couldn't see how anything good would come from uprooting my seemingly perfect life here in Michigan.

The next day we finally arrived in Forks, Washington mid afternoon. When we came upon our old house I got a sense of familiarity. Inside the house all of our old furniture sat with cloths cover them. I wondered if my old room was still perfectly preserved. Surprisingly I remembered how exactly to get to my room. On the door were wooden letters, Rosalie, painted in pink. I opened the door with anticipation. Inside was a room painted in a very light shade of pink, but all the furniture was missing.

"After we left, I had all thelbelongings and furniture in the bedrooms shipped over. I was willing to part with the living room furniture everything else, but you and Jasper's rooms I could not leave behind." My mother said as she came up behind me.

While we waited for the rest of our furniture to get here Jasper and I offered to go get groceries. It really was an adventure to even find the small grocery store located in downtown Forks. I felt like I had stepped back 100 years. The downtown area of Forks consisted of one street. On it was only about 20 stores on each side clearly owned by families in the town. The family owned grocery store was limited in variety. They didn't carry almost any of the specific products my mother had wrote down on the grocery list. As we were browsing the produce section, a petite lady with caramel colored hair and who was overall, beautiful, started waving at us from across the store. Jasper waved back at her like he knew who she was. She then began to approach seemingly ever so excited to greet us.

"Rosalie, dear, how are you?" She approached me first and gave me a very welcoming hug. She did the same with Jasper and he greeted her warmly. I didn't know who she was, but Jasper seemed to know. And then it dawned on me.

"Oh right, Mrs. Cullen. Nice to meet you."

"You don't have to call me that dear. Esme is fine." She gave me a reassuring smile. "Last time I saw you two, you were still in diapers! I can't believe it's been so long. We're all very happy to have you back." Esme then went on to invite our family over for dinner tonight knowing that we would probably be tired from all the moving. Jasper and I both accepted her invitation. Mother would be glad that she wouldn't have to cook tonight. Before Esme left us, she gave us both a hug and expressed how much she missed us. I may not have remembered Esme from my earlier childhood but I could tell she was genuinely happy to see us. Esme radiated motherly love and somewhere deep down in my memories that feeling registered.

Thankfully the movers arrived right on time and we began to unpack for the majority of the day. I was glad when it was time to stop and head over to the Cullen's for dinner. I didn't bother to change out of the clothes I was wearing all day while we were unpacking. Most of my things were still packed in boxes and it didn't occur to me that maybe a sweatshirt and leggings might be a little too informal for dinner at someone else's home, but my father assured me that the Cullen's would not mind. If the rest of the family was anything like the wife then I'm sure they wouldn't care either.

When we arrived at the Cullen's house Esme was there to greet us. She took the time to hug us all and welcome us into her home. As she led us to the dining room, Esme pointed out little details in their home like where the bathroom was or explained a piece of the many art forms they had in their house. I thought my own mother over adorned our house in lavish things, but the Cullen's had definitely outdone her. Their own house was a piece of art itself. When we arrived at the dining room, the rest of Esme's family was standing there waiting for our arrival.

Esme went over to her husband and kissed him on the cheek and looked back at us with a huge smile of excitement. "So good to finally see you again. It's been how long? And look how much the twins have grown!" Carlisle told my father as he went in to hug him and shake his hand. Carlisle was beautiful, way better than the description Jasper gave him. Carlisle then greeted my mother and turned to us, "Jasper, Rosalie, you two have grown so much. It's been too long. You probably don't remember us. This is Alice." He gestured to the short girl on the side of him. Alice had black short hair almost pixie like. She was very cute as Jasper had described and very animated.

"Hi Jasper!" Alice went to shake Jasper's hand, and I could have sworn that he blushed again. A record second time in one week. Alice then greeted me by giving me a hug just like her parents had done. "Rosalie! We're going to be great friends." She told me. The rest of her family smiled at her like that was a perfectly normally thing to say to someone you just met. I could tell Alice was genuinely honest about it though. My first impression of her told me that I really hoped that we would be great friends.

Carlisle then stepped aside revealing his son. "And this is Edward." He patted his son on the shoulder as Edwards stepped towards us.

"Very pleased to meet all of you." He nodded at us, and then stepped back. There was no warm hug from him like the rest of his family members. Not even acknowledgement to our apparent presence. Edward was just as beautiful as the rest of them. His hair was bronze and messy like the little toddler in the old photograph sitting next to me. His features were very handsome similar to his fathers. I got the feeling that he didn't want to be here greeting his new neighbors but he did so to please his parents. Full disclosure though: my teenage hormones told me that Edward was very, very hot.