AN: We do not own Twilight or Midnight Sun, all direct quotes from either story are property of Stephanie Meyer and are used to keep the story as close to the book as possible.

This is our first fan-fic, so please review and don't be too mean!!! Constructive critizism is welcome.

Thanks and enjoy!!!!

Alicia and Megan

___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Chapter 1

I hated school. Not because of something any normal teenager would hate, but rather just the fact of pretending to learn all this stuff for the first time again was torture. In fact, I had taken Grade 11 so many times, I can't even remember how many. And that's a big thing for a vampire.

"Ruth, are you coming or are you going to run?" Edward called to me from outside.

I sighed. "Just a sec, I'll be there."

I checked my hair, which was curly and mostly light brown with blond and red undertones, picked up my bag and was at his silver Volvo in literally a second and a half. I gave him the best puppy dog eyes I could. I really wanted to drive his Volvo, I loved it. And Carlisle had borrowed my electric blue Camero so I couldn't drive that today.

He laughed at my attempt. "Nice try, Ruthie, but you're going to have to do better than that."

"Don't call me Ruthie!" I said, defensively, my slight British accent slipping through. "Obsessive jerk." I added, muttering darkly, opening the passenger door and sat on the shiny leather seat.

He just laughed again and got in to start the engine.

Once we were on the highway to town, I placed my hand lightly on his forearm to begin our usual silent conversation before school.

So, I began, Do you think today will be any different than any other day?


Probably not. Why do you ask?

The repetitiveness is going to drive me insane faster than Emmett can, and that's saying something.

He frowned. You two get along fine, though.


For now. When the lame jokes start coming, I tune him out. But you're right . . . we're good friends when Rosalie isn't around telling me to bugger off.

We laughed as he pulled into the school parking lot next to Rose's highly noticeable red BMW M3 convertible which was where the rest of our family was standing around.

Emmett had always picked on Edward and I about our lack of . . . to put it in Emmett speak, 'doin' the deed'. He was never really that creative with the insults though, just the same stuff he told us half a century ago. Edward ignored it while I came up with better and better come-backs each time, giving me a near royalty status in our big brother's books, so we got along just fine.

I got out of the car and stood over by Emmett, who made me look as small as Alice was normally. When she stood beside Emmett, it was an odd sight.

"Hey, Em. Who are you planning to torment today?" I asked.

"Ben Cheney." He answered matter-of-factly.

"Good luck, mate." I said, punching his arm playfully, though the force of it would have easily shattered the arm of a human.

"The bell's going to go in 3 seconds." Alice said and it did.

She and Jasper walked one way, while Edward and I walked the other toward the math classroom.

So began another boring day at Forks High School.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

When the bell went for lunch hour, I was happy to be out of the classrooms. They were hot and cramped and I hadn't hunted in a while. I had to try a little more than usual to not attack them, though it was still pretty easy because I've been resisting for about 3 and a half centuries.

I walked with Edward to the table in the cafeteria we usually sat at with our family. When we reached it, I sat down and Edward went to get a tray of food so we could pretend to eat it.

The rest of our family soon came after and sat with us. We never talked much at lunch, mostly so no one would over-hear us.

Alice was having a silent conversation with Edward that I truly didn't want to be part of. I took one look at Jasper and had no problem figuring out what they were thinking about.

Edward kicked Jasper's chair.

"Sorry," Jasper muttered.

"You weren't going to do anything." Alice was lying through her teeth. We were all on edge because we hadn't ate in 2 weeks, myself, 4.

We had to stick together, Edward, Alice and I. It wasn't easy, hearing people's thoughts, seeing the future and being able to help advance it for others and to use for yourself. Freaks among freaks, as Emmett said.

". . . her mother invited Esme to that garden party, remember?" My mind came in just as Alice finished talking about the girl whom Jasper wanted to kill.

"I know who she is." Jasper said rudely.

Edward looked frustrated about something and he gently touched his arm against mine.

What? I asked; mad at his use of my power without asking me. The thoughts of everyone overwhelmed me, especially because there are so many people in this cafeteria. He usually asked before using my help.

My power was different, even for vampires. By just touching someone with a power, I could use it for my own and enhance it, making it stronger.

The girl at that table over there. The brunette, I can't read her thoughts so I was seeing if with your help I could, but I still can't. I found out from the others, her name is Isabella Swan.

I tried for a second to read her mind, but I couldn't either.

That's odd. I should have made it work. I never met anyone like this before in my 344 years. Oh, and she prefers just Bella.

I could hear Jasper was having more trouble so I moved my right arm from Edward and placed my left hand on Jasper's hand; I never used more than one power at a time. The emotions of everyone in the room overwhelmed me for a moment, but I controlled and focused my calm energy to Jasper, using his power against him.

When I felt he was calm again, I started to pull my hand away, but Jasper grabbed it. I gave him a questioning look. He looked from Edward to Bella. I focused on Edward's emotions and felt something I never did before from him. It was love, it was faint and harboured deep inside, but there. I turned my attention to Bella, and I felt the same thing from her. I gazed wide-eyed at Jasper and he nodded. The love was for each other.

This could be interesting. And that poor Bella having to put up with his over-anylistic ways . . . Why not me? Why couldn't Edward and I be together, as Carlisle had intended? Whatever, that was history, literally. I still was in a slight shock of surprise when Jasper let go of my hand as soon as he understood I realized what he did. But just before, I felt anger from him. I couldn't see why, the two had never met, so no worry . . . yet.

"Shall we?" Rosalie murmured.

"That Bella's pretty, isn't she?" I asked Edward quietly after we had left the cafeteria and we were now standing in the trees by the parking lot.

"I guess."

"She likes you." I stated matter-of-factly.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, it is so. And you like her too."

That was one step too far.

He was advancing on me and Emmett stepped in between us, one hand on my shoulder the other on Edward's. "Whoa, there kids! No need to fight."

"Let me go Emmett!" I growled, struggling to break my brother's tight grip on my arm. Edward was doing the same. My anger always got the best of me. I hadn't fed in weeks, nearly a month and the strain kept me on edge.

Emmett looked at Rosalie. "A little help here?"

She came over and pinned my arms behind my back while Emmett spun Edward around and did the same. At least he had the consideration to pick her over Jasper; I didn't want to feel Edward's hatred for me right now. I was weaker than most of my family, due to being the one of the oldest, so my siblings had no problem holding me back when my temper got the best of me.

"Tell me exactly what's going on." Jasper said calmly. "Exactly."

"I . . . I think Edward likes the new girl." I said and stopped struggling. I was always a little resentful of the other females in the house because they had found their soul mates and I have not. Edward had undeniably found his and he was going to let her slip away. I had been thinking about this and he defiantly picked it up.

Silence fell over us.

"I don't know for sure, but I can feel it, even without you, Jazz. I'm good at picking up on such things. I feel from all of you every day." I hung my head.

Jasper turned to Edward. "I have no clue what she's talking about." He said.

"Jasper, if you could please calm these two down before they rip each other to shreds; that would be great." Emmett muttered as Edward was still trying to escape his hold.

"Oh, right."

The calm immediately fell over me, hiding my anger for now.

"Can we let you go?" Rosalie asked.

I nodded and she released me. Emmett did the same for Edward.

"But, we should be careful. Edward, if this goes wrong. . ." Rosalie said.

"She's not one of us." Emmett said seriously.

From across the parking lot, the bell to go to class rang. Emmett, Rosalie and Jasper all headed off to their senior classes while Edward went to biology and I to chemistry.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I walked into chemistry just before the bell for class to begin rang and sat at my empty desk. The students looked frightened of me, not surprising me, as my eyes looked like they were on fire when I was mad, or at least that's what Carlisle said.

The teacher began and not ten minutes after, Eric Yorkie walked in late.

"Sorry." He said. "I was talking to Coach Clapp."

The teacher nodded and continued on with the lesson. Eric sat beside me, as usual, which I hated.

He waved at me and I just nodded back, not looking at him. He was so annoying. I was waiting for the usual question of if I would go on a date with him. I always said no, but he was persistent.

Sure enough, he passed me a note.

What are you doing on Saturday? If you aren't doing anything, do you want to go to a movie with me in Port Angeles?

I took my pen and wrote with my neat writing beneath what he did.

I have plans. Camping with my family. Please stop asking me, I don't think of you that way.



I passed the note back and saw the look of disappointment on his face, but he finally truly seemed to take what I said to heart.

The rest of the period sped by and next was Spanish with my brothers Edward and Emmett. I really was still annoyed with Edward; we hardly ever fought. And this was such a trivial thing; I was being my old, human self, jumping to conclusions. That's how I ended up as a vampire. But that time the conclusion I came to was right.

I walked in and sat in my usual spot next to Emmett. I waited for Edward so I could tell him I was sorry, but he never came.

I'm sorry, Edward. I'm so sorry. I was being a jerk.

All I could do now was hope he heard me.

Emmett was whispering nonsense at me and was ticking me off. He should have known better than to get me even angrier than I already was and for that, we got a detention after class.

After Mrs. Goff let Emmett and I go from our detention, I walked with Emmett over to Jasper and Alice, who looked really worried.

"Alice, what did I miss?" I asked.

"Edward's running away."

"I guess that means I need a ride with you guys, then," I said, trying to hide my shock. I couldn't shake the feeling it was partially my fault.

Rosalie came and we hopped into her convertible. We were silent on the way to our house.

As soon as the car stopped, I jumped out, walked into the house and went to my room. I needed to be alone and think.

No one would bother me until they thought I was alright . . . or until Alice told them when I was going to be alright. I needed to escape the feeling of guilt I had. I felt horrible; I didn't want to believe I had helped Edward make his decision to leave. He'd come back . . . it was like the last time he left, but I hoped it wouldn't be 10 years later, I needed him sooner. He was like my brother more than the others, merely because we'd known each other longer.

I grabbed one of my favourite books of this century then went to my stereo, pressed play, not knowing what CD I had in there, and the song "Should've Said No" by Taylor Swift greeted me. I sat on my window seat and opened the book. I listened to the entire CD before I heard and smelt Esme coming up the stairs.

I put a scrap paper I was using for a bookmark between the pages and turned off the stereo. "Come in." I called.

Esme opened my door, came in and closed it behind her.

"Tough day?" She asked.

"Very. Edward's gone. I bet the others told you. It was my fault . . . well, partially."

She shook her head sadly. "It's not your fault, Ru. Don't ever think it was."

Esme was the only person I allowed to call me "Ru"; she made it up back in the days before she was a vampire.

Back in the 1920's, Carlisle, Edward and I lived in Columbus and I met Esme when she was 16. We became good friends and she met Carlisle for the first time when she broke her leg after falling out of a tree. She couldn't stop talking about how good looking he was after that. We moved away when she turned 20, but not far. When she was 26, we had learned she jumped off a cliff after losing her newborn son. Carlisle went back to Columbus to see if it was possible to save her from death, and it was. So here she was today, seeing me more of a daughter than a childhood friend.

"But I do Ez, I do." I sobbed dryly, hugging her.

"I don't know what to tell you, but I can say Edward will come back." She said, hugging me back.

It felt good to tell someone. I knew I shouldn't keep it to myself.

"Carlisle had something to tell you." She said, after I pulled away from the hug.

I gave her a puzzled look and we went downstairs, her arm over my shoulder.

"Hey Carlisle, what's up?" I asked.

He looked guiltily at me. "You know how I borrowed your car this morning?"

"Yes . . ." I did not like where this was going.

"Well, Edward came by and he wanted to go and not stop, but his car was almost out of gas…"

"You gave him my Camero?!" I said, slightly angry because I had no idea when Edward was coming back, slightly surprised because it was not like Carlisle to lend other people's things without asking. I stared at him in shock for a moment. I love my Camero!

He shrugged. "It had a full tank."

"So does that mean I get at least one joy ride in his Volvo as payment after he takes a joy ride in my Camero?" I asked, the sarcasm in my voice obvious.

Carlisle nodded. "Actually, he said you could use it until he came back. He felt terrible about using your car, you know him."

I guess there was one upside to Edward being gone, but he must have felt horrible; he never let's anyone drive his car . . . ever. It was sort of an apology gift. I needed to think of something good to say to him when he got back . . . whenever that was.