A/N I do not own twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. I am merely borrowing her characters for my story.
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They say that opposites attract, but when you start to look at everyone around you, you start to notice how similar everyone really is. So if that's the case, if everyone is really quite similar, how are you supposed to find 'the one' that one person who was made for you?

I stared at the screen. I hadn't even paid attention to what I was typing. I read through it several times.

"What you doing?" I turned to see Renee stood in the doorway, swinging on her feet like a little child would. Renee was my mom but she didn't act like most moms I knew. Most of the time she acted like the child and that meant I had to be the parent. A lot of people at my school thought it was weird that I couldn't go see a movie or go to the beach with them because I had to get tea for my mom or meet her after her latest hobby class. Lately she'd taken up pottery. She'd been bringing home a lot of her vases, cups, bowls, if it could be made out of clay, she'd made it. Well at least tried to, sometimes I'd say it was a lovely bowl and Renee would look upset and tell me its a vase.

"Nothing much now. I was doing my English assignment but I've finished that now. I was just typing random rubbish. How was your class?" I looked closely at Renee noticing she didn't have any pottery with her today.

"Your too good for that school. Class? Oh yeah, well I was on my way to pottery but I saw a flyer for a pilates class starting so I headed over to see what it was like and it's great fun. I already feel better after on lesson. I think I'm going to stop pottery for now. Maybe pick it up another time. Oh and then on my way home Phil called. He says he's got some great news to tell us at dinner. Now what am I going to do for dinner?" Phils my mom's younger husband. He's not my dad. My dad lives in the deepest darkest hole of Washington, Forks. It's population was something ridiculous like 3,120 people at the last census. Here, in Pheonix, there are about one and a half million people. And my dad is the chief of that tiny, tiny population. I don't see my dad that much anymore. I used to have to see him most holidays, I'd go down to Forks and spend time there with him where he'd normally take me on his fishing trips. I managed to put an end to those traumatic events by putting my foot down and telling mom I didn't want to go anymore. He'd come and stayed with us in Pheonix a few times but that had been a bit too awkward and he hadn't like the change of being 1 in 3000 odd to one in 1.5 million. My mom left my dad when I was little and she moved out here to Pheonix where she met Phil a while later. Phil's a minor league baseball player, and he's travelling around a lot lately.

"I've put some dinner in the oven, steak and potatoes okay?" I grinned at my mom.

"You are an angel. I'm going to go get changed for dinner, you should too." She smiled and with that she turned and whirled off upstairs. I sighed, printing off my English assignment. I stuffed the sheets of paper in my school bag without looking and ran upstairs to my room. I lay down on my bed glancing out the window at the bright sun in the clear blue sky. It looked so peaceful and quiet out there, if only that's the way the world really was. I sighed and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

Once I was cleaned up and dressed again in some jeans and a t-shirt and my brown hair brushed down I headed downstairs. Being the lackadaisical person I am I tripped over my own feet and fell down the last couple of stairs, landing on my back and sliding down them all. I reached the bottom and pushed myself up to my feet as Phil and my Renee rushed in.

"You okay?" Phil asked Renee came over to me.

"Yeah I'm fine, the usual you know." I dusted myself off a little then smiled at both of them. "Have you taken the steak and potatoes out?" Renee stared at me for a while then at Phil and then at me again, then she shrieked running into the kitchen. She opened the oven door and smoke billowed out. She dumped it on the side and opened the window quickly to try and let out some of the smoke. Phil and I laughed watching mom reacting so quickly. She turned to look at us both and joined in laughing too.

"Tell you what, why don't we eat out tonight? My treat." Phil grinned, coming to the rescue of mom, as he always did. Phil grabbed his car keys and we all headed out to the car. Phil drove us to the restaurant down the road. We'd been here once before for Phil and mom's anniversary and it was really nice, but also really expensive. I started to wonder what news it could be that Phil was prepared to pay an arm and a leg for a meal. Thoughts ran through my mind ranging from really obscure to new additions to the family. None of the thoughts I was sure how I'd feel about but I decided not to guess, these two always had a way of coming out with completely the unexpected.

We were seated at a window seat, looking out over a lot of the city lights. I sat opposite the window and Phil and mom sat opposite me. After we'd ordered mom and Phil were grinning at each other like idiots.

"Come on then. What is it?" I grinned at them. They looked at each other a little longer then at me.

"Well, I got a new job." Phil looked really excited.

"That's great Phil, congratulations." I smiled, genuinely happy for him and I could see mom was too.

"Well I say a new job, it's still baseball but another team saw potential in me and they want me now. It's going to mean a lot more travelling for me but your mom's said that she doesn't. She'll still stay with you so you won't be left alone kid, you don't need to worry about that. And this team are going to pay me a lot more so you can both come and stay with me at weekends. Well that's if you want to, of course you don't have to. It's up to you but I know your mom would like it. I know it'll be hard at first on your mom, travelling all the time but I'm sure we'll find a way for it all to work." I hadn't heard most of what Phil had said. Little bits were sinking in, the rest was still being digested. It would all still be the same as before, nothing would change. Phil would still travel, but now it would be further and from the sounds of it more often, mom would still miss him a lot and be really unhappy because she missed him. She would still feel obliged to stay at home though, because of me. No matter how much she loved seeing Phil, whenever she visited him at the moment she'd still hurry back so that she'd be there at night for me. She was strained and tired from just travelling short journeys, now it was going to be further. How would she cope? I knew what I had to do, the solution.

"I'll move to Forks." And with that, I signed away the rest of my life, ended the evenings conversation and ruined another meal, all in one go with four words.