Disclaimer: Everything you recognize-doesn't belong to me. Unfortunately.

16 months ago, I was a dancer for the elite Hollywood scene.

14 months ago, my best friend's niece, Bree was born.

12 months ago, I was living the life of a teen celebrity to its fullest.

10 months ago, my best friend and I became the legal guardians to his nieces and nephew.

8 months ago, Bree rolled over for the first time

6 months ago, I officially finished my classes at Stanford Univ.

2 months ago, Bree turned one.

1 week ago, Riley started kindergarten. Bree officially became a sophomore.

And in 1 week, I will be leaving my teenage years behind for forever.

Parents always told us that watching too much TV was bad. They said it was more important to go play house or whatever outside where we could get some fresh air.

I disagree though; I've learned some pretty important things from the television.

Take Forrest Gump for instance, the man was a genius. Life throws the biggest curveballs when you least it expect it.

Because frankly, who would've thought that I, Isabella Marie Swan, amongst the youngest of 8, from a severely low income family, would end up as I am now, a 19 year old Hollywood dancer playing house like I had as a little girl, once again.

With my best friend.

And his nieces and nephew.

Only this time, it's for real.

As a little girl, I'd always imagined that at this point in life, I would be off at college, studying to be a chef. Or to be a writer. Or a professional acrobat. I wanted to be everything.

Everything big, grand, and famous, that is.

I suppose dancing and training for the bigwig stars in Hollywood counts as big and grand.

And having my damn picture constantly splashed in the tabloids falls in the fame category.

Not to mention being best friends with a paparazzi-magnet, who's the reason I can claim to have done any of the above.

But seriously, I'm not sure what God was thinking the day he decided that I would become a teenaged guardian to another teenager just shy of being 3 years younger than me.

And to a loud, destructive 6 year old boy.

And to a wee little toddler.

Don't get me wrong, I love Kate, Riley and Bree. They're seriously fabulous kids. We learn by trial and error. And from each other.

I just never really had thought about being a mom. That may have something to do with the fact that I'm still a virgin. Just maybe.

Much less a teenaged mom.

To children who would be the same age as my siblings had I had any younger ones.

Seriously, what's up with that?

We're not even related!

So what if their uncle has been my best friend for the over a decade? That makes it okay to put me in charge of their lives for the next 5 years?

They're Edward's nieces and nephew.

Edward as in Edward Cullen.

Thee Edward Cullen. Singer and actor extraordinaire of our generation.

Who also happens to be kind of insensitive asshole, who thinks about himself 95% of the time in that pretty head of his.

And about his dick the other 5% of the time.

I guess that description of my best friend doesn't really bode well as to what type of person I am.

I may not be the most responsible person ever.

Funny what fame can do to someone. I used to be the most dependable person in my whole family. In a way, I still am I guess. No one else in my messed up family had ever gotten any post secondary education.

Pretty sure my older brothers and sisters were all like taking 9th grade math even though they were in the 12th grade. And now, they all had minimum wage jobs, flipping hamburgers or whatever else they did.

The ones who had jobs at least. Most of them were sitting around like ducks wait for a sudden magical inheritance to appear.

But hey, I'm only 19! And famous! And I've got way more than enough money to support a freaking African country for the next 50 years. And not support as in, barely surviving. I mean like, civilly. With running water and food and high paying jobs.

It's not like I see myself as better than my family, because I don't. I mean, I have taken courses at Stanford University and all, but that only shows that I had a more determination and a ton of better luck than them. Sometimes I just understand the way they look at things.

Like how they treat their limited funds of hard earned money. Like buying ridiculously fancy shiny cars every other year that look awkwardly out of place on the driveways of the tiny, falling apart little houses they live in when they should be saving up to either fix up their current home or buy a new one.

I'm starting to sound like an airheaded snob.

Have I mentioned my best friend? Yeah? 'Cuz I can blame that one on him. And the silly, intelligence-lacking, pretty girls always draping themselves over him.

Usually the human cloaking only happens in public.

When it's just us, he's really sweet and a good guy.

But the press treat him like he's public property. Which means he's out in public a lot. Which means then that I am too.

And while that may have changed my personality a bit, at heart, I'm still very much the determined little girl who fought tooth and nail against thousands of others dreaming to be a star. And I won.

I realize that my abrupt entrance into the celebrity life style and almost instantaneous catapult into international fame has definitely altered the way I see the simple roots of my family, but I still love them.

I know when enough is enough. And I know that raising children requires a lot of dedicated work and commitment. I can be serious and rise to the occasion.

It's not like I went out to crazy wild parties every night and had sex with any guy that happened to shoot a look at my tits, pre-Edward's relatives.

That would be Edward.

Though I guess it's him that's ogling all the silicon enhanced boobies spilling out of the too-tight tube tops as their owners all shamelessly push themselves in his face.

Mine aren't fake by the way. Boobies, that is. Just throwin' that out there.

Edward's not really as much of an arrogant playboy as his reputation claims he is. That's the image that the press has cultivated and created for him. And his publicist.

He gets a lot of attention; it's all free advertisement practically.

And Edward loves attention.

In reality though, he really is a great guy. He's funny and entertaining, and definitely a charmer.

He doesn't really have many actual relationships. His life as a superstar kinda makes that difficult to keep up such a commitment.

But when he does, he's very loyal and the perfect gentleman.

Perfect boyfriend material.

Too bad that all the spotlight that's been aimed at him is starting to over-inflate his ego.

Boyfriend material. Not father material.

He's not much of the nurturing type. And he's definitely a bit more than a lot clueless about any domestic activities. The poor kids would suffer serious emotional damage if they were to be solely in his care.

I like to think that I balance him out a bit.

There's gotta be a reason that we're practically attached at the hip anyways. He thinks about our outward image and reputation.

I think about our inner personal life choices.

It's difficult to find serious friendship and support in Hollywood life. If Edward and I managed to stay together for so many years, fighting the vultures of the press and still staying true to who we are, we've proven ourselves to be able to stick to each other through everything. It's been over a decade, and me and Edward are still as close as we were before this whole fame thing got out of hand.

Scandals galore, outrageous rumors flying about, ridiculous spamming and insanely crazy fans. We went through it all.

And survived.

We can conquer anything.

But kids?

At least that's what I'm thinking Edward's brother and sister-in-law view us as when they made us legal guardians of their children.

There's no other reasonable explanation.

Why else would you leave your children to your hotshot celebrity younger brother and his shadow?

Especially when your parents are in town. Even if it's a big town.

LA's a crazy place.

Carlisle and Esme love their grandchildren to pieces.

The two of them are the sweetest couple ever.

I love watching them together, the subtle unconscious constant looks, the respect they ooze for each other, the way how they get wrapped up in their own little bubble.

It's sickly sweet but they're the perfect example of the happily ever after that I want someday.

A marriage to someone who might not be perfect to everyone's terms, but to me, they are.

Their grace and elegance, their loving personalities and happiness.

To me, they represent everything that someone should want and have.

Someone to love and who loves them unconditionally.

Edward and I, yeah we just skipped over the whole marriage thing.

And the having babies thing.

And the whole love thing for that matter.

We definitely have a one-of-a-kind relationship. Best friends raising kids and all that.

Even Alice and Jasper would probably be a better choice for parenthood.

They're in love.

And married.

And considering having kids.

Besides Edward, Jasper's my other best friend.

For the longest time, it was me, him, and Edward.

But first, it was me and Alice.

Alice started everything. She's the reason I'm where I am today. I love her, but sometimes, she really can drive one crazy.

Emmett and Rose too.

Rose has been trying to have kids for 5 years now.

The former supermodel-turned-socialite wants a child so. fricking. bad.

Everyone knows it. Rose is competitive. Trying to get pregnant has become more and more like a challenge she's set for herself.

Em's a former football player. Now he's 'settled down and become serious.'

As serious as he ever gets I suppose.

He's a football coach. Original, right?

He's the loudest, goofiest, best big brother ever.

And while I couldn't really see him as a dad, he is a very caring, overly protective brother. He's come to mine and Alice's rescues time and time again.

I could see him outrageously spoiling a little princess though. Or teaching a son to be a confident football player.

They all would've been better choices for parents.

But no.

James and Victoria Hunter chose us.

Actually they chose Edward.

When it became increasing apparent though, that Edward was not good dealing with a one year old, they factored me into the equation.

And that's pretty much how I came to hold joint custody of 3 kids.

A/N: So…this is my first fanfic that I'm putting up on here. And yes, the title does come from Hannah Montana's song. I may not like her very much, but her sometimes, her song lyrics are only too true. Let me know what you think! xoxo Carsen