1. I don't believe in love

Disclaimer (I forgot to disclaim! How utterly unprofessional! (please say that with British accent, in your head)): I don't own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does (unfortunately). If I own anything at all, it'll be Cassie and her family.

Song for this chapter; Unwritten - by Natasha Bedingfield

Forks, Washington

Okay, here I was in a new town, in an even more clueless version of me. I hadn't thought that possible. I had absolutely no idea about where my life was heading. Until last week I had thought I was going to be the next Karl Lagerfeld or Donatella Versace or maybe a costume designer, but now, I was not so sure. My drawings were not god enough, I wasn't getting any better and I'd actually never really been the fashion kind of girl. And now we had moved to Forks, well, actually there was really nothing wrong with that; I was used to small towns and rain, and it was not like I couldn't ever visit the few friends I'd had, but still, I didn't need more confusedness (like moving and being unable to make decisions)in my life…

I walked down the wet road.

My grandparents lived in Forks and we had just had dinner with them. I walked home alone because I (of course) had had another argument with my dad. He was like a little boy; my mom always called him her biggest child. Sometimes I just hated them both; my mom for always being tired and my dad for not being a dad.

In books and movies parents always reacted right away when something bothered their kids, my parents just looked at each other and said: Teenagers. That really made me angr, I mean, it wasn't like teenagers couldn't have problems!

I wasn't the typical teenager though. I remembered my imagination entertaining me when I was little and didn't want to play with the other kids, then I'd just imagine myself as the fairy queen or something, but now I was beginning to feel slightly out of balance with my fantasy world. I couldn't really imagine my fairytale prince kissing me anymore, when one of my crushes kissed his popular girlfriend. It didn't work anymore, and I knew exactly why.

I had stopped believing in fairytales; I had stopped believing in love. Being in love maybe, like crushes, did exist, but it didn't last very long. I didn't know one couple who loved each other like in the books: Deeply, Passionately and Forever. Everyone got divorced all the time, people argued, my parents did at least, and nobody cared about love. But why? Every girl dreams about true love. What ruins it then?

Maybe it's just me. Maybe love can't be perfect. I just really wish it could.

I was 16 years old, had just gotten my driver's license and had lost all faith in love.

Actually I quite liked Forks, I decided. I liked the thousand drops of rain falling from everywhere, the silence and sleepiness of the town and the green colors, my personal haven, far away from the rest of world.

I looked down in a glassy puddle on the road, watching my face stare up at me.

I knew I wasn't ugly, but I didn't know whether I was pretty or not. When you only had you mother's statement on that, it couldn't quite be trusted. I had pale blue eyes, long brown hair down to my waist and I was slender, but pretty? I didn't know about that.

I slowly walked closer to the huge Victorian house I now lived in. It was beautiful and quite mysterious at the same time.

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I clicked 'SEND', and the long miserable E-mail I'd written to my friend Thomas disappeared from the screen. I only had to wait a few minutes before a blue Messenger box popped up.

I never knew u had it in u, he wrote

What? I demanded to know

That typical teenage 'blame it on everything, but myself' thing…:P He answered cheerfully

You're horrible… (I found it best to change the subject quickly here) How is Di? Di was his girlfriend. If I hadn't had a yearlong crush on Thomas with the bright blue eyes and huge white smile, I might actually had surprised myself and liked her.

I guess she's fine I had a major feeling he was avoiding my question…

Oh? I just thought you'd know, since when I left, you two were kissing all the time -_-

…No comments… I couldn't believe that: They actually broke up!

Oh my… (Oh my god was officially never an expression used by me)I can't believe she broke up with you!

Actually, Cassie, I broke up with her. No way. There was no way he could have….Or…

Why?! (Very subtle, Cassie, very subtle)

Di just wasn't exactly what I thought she'd be.

I think the only answer to that is, that you've wasted quite an amount of time sighing over her then XD (that just did me a little hyper)

Well, let's just say that there is this girl, I've found out I should have started dating years ago… Wow… That sounded serious…

Who? Come on pleeease tell autie Cassie! (definitely hyper)

Goodness Cass, relax! (And by the way, I'm SO not telling you ;-P)

Someone was coming up the stairs.

Oh, parent coming…Or sister… Or something! Bye, tell Mattie and Kara I miss them!

See ya…

I quickly closed my computer and waited. 1- 2 -3 Bang! My door flew up (my door couldn't be locked, Wonderful).

"CASS! CASS!"

"Yes Daphne we're standing right beside each other, n-o n-e-e-d t-o y-e-l-l!"

"You have to tell me a story 'bout princess Daphne, I can't fall asleep!"

I have two sisters, Daphne and Gabriella. Daphne is 10 and very proud of that. She constantly falls down from trees, which she insists climbing in, she always looks a little ill, very pale and extremely thin, because of a serious illness she had when she was just 2 or 3 years old, so my mom is always afraid people will think my mom is starving her (which she of course isn't). She's a 5th grader. Baberiella (that's my evil nickname for her) or Gaby as she prefer, is 14 and a very typical hormonal high school girl (9th grader). She is sporty, blonde and her hair is 'MTV cut' as my mom says (which in truth just means that she looks pretty much like all the other girls she is hanging out with). Gaby is not stupid; she just doesn't think it's cool to be smart. The boys notice her though, and, well she is pretty, but she keeps saying that doesn't interest her.

I of course told Daphne the story (she would have pestered the whole family if I didn't) and she fell asleep. I got back to my room, which was huge and dark. I hate the dark by the way, so I always sleep with a little light on, unless someone's with me. I undressed quickly; at night I always wore a long t-shirt and a pair of comfortable hot pants. I turned my computer on again. Yes, he was still online.

"Cassandra Selene Garcia!" I froze it was my mom." You'll give me that damn thing and promise never to use it this late."

"Yes mom…" (There really wasn't anything else I could've done…)

It was hard trying to fall asleep, my mind kept racing on and on, reminding me of the one interesting thing that'd happened today.

Well, let's just say that there is this girl, who I've found out I should have started dating years ago…

Who was that girl, Kara maybe? No, they had already tried that, and unfortunately, it didn't work out. It couldn't be Mattie either, she'd always said that he was too boring to date, and that she didn't like him that way. Which other girls had he known for years?

I slowly drifted asleep, dreaming really weird dreams about this huge beach, a forest and cliffs. The crazy thing apart that the dreams seemed so real, was, that some huge boys, Native Americans I think, kept attempting suicide by jumping of the cliffs – Yeah, I know, crazy right? When the last of the boys jumped I felt this weird sting of… worry, I think. I woke up sweating heavily. It was still dark outside but light began to appear in the eastern horizon.

(Sorry for the awful amount of small talk in this chapter, most of it really messy and probably boring. But it had to be in the story, and I PROMISE more action in the following chapters. Okay, here comes the important part; I really, really need a BETA reader on this story, so if anyone wants to beta it, write, please! Even if you just know someone that would maybe do it, please tell me about it ;-))

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