All I Want Is Everything (But You) By LiLLieKins

A twist on Twilight by Stepehenie Meyer

**I do not own anything, (material, ideas, concepts…) from Twilight. All credit to the amazing Stephenie Meyer and the publishers…**

Moving to Forks was a bad idea. Though bad doesn't even begin to cover just how disastrous this whole situation is.

Or is going to be. I actually left Phoenix willingly, would you believe it?! Silly naive young me, hoping to find true love and all that rubbish you find in teenage girl's trashy novels.I soon realized that those novels are pure fantasy and dreaming. But not before I made the biggest mistake of my life.

As I waded through the miniature lake that greeted me off the plane accompanied by torrential rain my rose tinted memories of Forks began to rumple. The sheet of icy liquid blurred the psychotic green mush that carpeted absolutely everything and stabbed tiny daggers through my flimsy shirt. I couldn't even see the freaking sun. I met my dad Charlie by the car. Although he was only a mere (unqualified may I add) security guard, he was incredibly serious about his job. Evidently by the flashing light on the car's roof.

"Littering is a criminal offense young man, You WANNA end up in jail?!? Living a life of crime! Think you're cool, HUH punk! Pssshhhhh. No, I didn't think so" he adds haughtily as the bawling kindergartner is ushered away from the rubbish bin by his visibly fuming mother.

Dad flexes his beefy arms and turns muttering to himself before he notices my arrival.

"Good to see you sweetheart."

"You too Dad"

Conversation is sparse on the ride home. Dad's home anyway. I haven't been here much since Mum died. Everywhere I turned there would be a reminder of her pain and memories and nightmares were suffocating. Cancer is killer.

So I moved to Phoenix with my eleven year old elder sister the second we could move in with kind old Grandma Jane. I was desperate to be free of the heart wrenching existence. It was the good times I wanted to hold close and remember but that was hard when you lived in a grave. And then she passed in her sleep and we had no money to support ourselves. Coming back was going to be difficult to say the least.

As we pull up the drive it occurs to me that I hardly recognize the old tumbledown shack.

"Happy homecoming BB."

I smile at the old nickname and turn back to gaze at the house. It's been repainted, straightened up, buffed and polished. I might be able to actually bring some friends home with me at some stage. If I make any at all. Starting at a new high school is hard for any 16 year old, but in such a small town its so much worse as they all would have grown up next door from eachother. I sigh and heave my only suitcase through the pristine rooms and up the stairs to my bedroom. I instantly relax as I note that Dad has left our old bedroom untouched. The sunshine yellow paint and crisp white curtains remind me of happier times. I collapse haphazardly onto my squishy bed and drift off to sleep dreaming I was deep underwater.

I blearily peel open my eyes as I recognize the deafening noise in my ears as my 17 year old sister's cheery morning greeting.

"GET UP MUTANT!! It's time for school! HIGH school! Bwahahahaha" she sings cruelly.

I groan and roll out of bed. Definitely not my favourite way to start the day. I get up and dressed before heading downstairs to breakfast. Charlie has already left to quote: "protect the people… from themselves!". There's not much else to protect them from in a town this small really.

I glance and see that I'm already late so I race out the front door remembering to grab my coat on the way. I trudge along the footpath pulling my coat tight as the freezing wind bites viciously.

I accidentally walk right past Forks High School then do a double take when I register the sign's greeting. WELCOME TO FORKS HIGH SCHOOL. The entire school is a few uniform brown buildings clustered in front of a large field. It reminds me vaguely of an ancient retirement home. I follow the labelled sign post to the office and introduce myself.

"And how can I help you?" a motherly woman so large she overflows the chair asks.

"I'm new."

"Right well, I'll just print your schedule.." she twists to her right and presses a few buttons on a prehistoric computer and a decrepit printer clears its throat a few times before spitting out my information.

"We actually thought your enrollment was a prank, not too many new people here ever really" she smiles as she hands over my schedule.

"Oh" I choke out a laugh and smile weakly at her. I take the papers from her outstretched meaty mitt and back speedily towards the door.

"Have a nice day dear." I nod spastically and sprint out the door into a dimly lit hallway. After checking my schedule I spot the right classroom and rush forward narrowly missing a passerby.

"Sorry. I didn't see you there." I mumble to the stranger as he takes a sharp step backwards. I hang my head blushing furiously.

"It is okay. I am unharmed. Are you injured?"

I jerk my head upwards in surprise, the voice is like a warm rush of perfectly orchestrated beauty.

"Uhh. No. No, I'm okay. Uninjured. Thats me" I groan inwardly at my blatant dorkiness. "Sorry for crashing into you. Careless driving and all that.." I drift off mumbling.

He grins a devastating lopsided smile that sparks fireworks in his deep copper eyes.

"Yes. I shall see you ."

And he walks away with the grace of an esteemed ballet dancer leaving me opened mouthed in the middle of a now empty corridor.