Rated T for mild language, Sci-Fi violence and action throughout, mild drug reference, and romance later on.

The Story will be in Rosalie Storm's POV until further notice.

Disclaimer: Except for Rosalie Storm, Cade Wolfsbane and a few other miner characters, I do not own Star Wars.

EARTHLING

I was at my best friends, Michael and Lila Swan's house for their seventeenth birthday party. It was the Lord of the Rings theme and I was dressed as Arwen. I had wanted to dress as Legolas but my annoying brother, Ben, had said that girls couldn't dress as boys. Besides, he had wanted to dress as Legolas. I had argued at first but once I found out that Michael was dressing as Aragorn, and that Arwen was his love (and also an elf), I had agreed to go as Arwen since Michael and I are dating.

I thought it was kind'a funny and also freakishly awesome all at the same time that Ben and I are twins, and Michael and Lila are twins. We had all been best friends since preschool and we were all now dating – me and Michael and Lila and Ben.

If you haven't already been able to tell, Lila and Michael are crazy about Lord of the Rings. I like Lord of the Rings but I have to say that Star Wars was the ultimate bomb. I mean, come on! You can't get better then laser swords, being able to move things without touching them, flying in star ships that can go light speed and living with aliens! You gotta admit that would be kind'a cool… let me rephrase that… it would be FREAKIN AWSOME!

"Rosalie!" Michael shouted over the din of the party.

I stopped dancing and turned to him, watching as he squeezed through his friends.

"Rosalie!" he called again and I grinned.

I loved my name. Some would say that it's too old fashioned. But I liked that it was unique, especially since it was my great-grandmother's name. My great-grandmother Rosalie lived during World War II and hid seventeen Jewish children in her basement for over a year. Eventually the Nazi's found her, but not before she shipped the kids to safety. She stayed in a German concentration camp for the rest of the war. When the war ended and she was released, she spent the rest of her life raising money for the orphans of the war. She was my idol and I loved reading out of her diary when I was able to sneak into the basement when mom and dad are gone.

"Rose!" Michael said again, snapping me out of my revere. "You enjoying the party, beautiful?" he asked, finally reaching me and circling his arms about my waist. I felt a cool shiver of excitement shoot up my spine at his touch.

"Yeah, it's really fun!" I answered, smiling. "We should do this more often."

He chuckled. "Maybe…Would you like to go and dance? There's some quieter music playing outside."

I looked at the yelling mob of excited teenagers dancing crazily to the blaring music. Usually I liked dancing like a maniac to hard rock, but I'd been doing that for the past three hours and my head was ringing and my legs ached.

"Yeah, sure," I finally answered, taking Michael's outstretched arm.

The Swan's house was huge and it had taken me a while to get used to it. I myself lived farther up into the Sierra Mountains, about ten minutes out of Tahoe Donner, California. My family consisted of me, my parents, Ben, and my older brother and sister who were not living at home anymore. Paul was married and lived in Huston, Texas with his young wife, Lily (who was pregnant now), and managed his own construction crew. Natalie was almost done with her senior year of college and was currently trying to open a florist shop somewhere here in California with three more of her friends.

Michael led me through the throng of happy youth, they called out a 'Happy Birthday' to him as we passed. Most of the kids were from his private school and were basically just really good kids. The other part were my friends from the public school... Some of the more snobbish teens had turned up but they weren't getting as much attention as they had hoped. That's what's great about a small town, most of the kids came from good family's and just wanted to have as much fun as they could while in high-school. There were the bullies of course, but none of us paid much attention to them. And most of us always stood up for the kid who was currently getting pushed around by said jerks.

I grinned as my best friend, and Michael's sister, Lila walked up. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Happy Birthday! You look beautiful!"

She blushed. No really, she did look really gorgeous. Her silky golden hair rippled in small waves over her chest and her clear blue eyes twinkled with shy kindness. Her beautiful silver and gold gown simply sparkled in the many lights. Two small circlets of gold crowned her head and fell part-way to her shoulders. She was dressed as the elfin queen Galadriel. "Thank you," she said humbly.

"Where's my brother?" I asked accusingly.

"He said he was getting my surprise ready with some of his friends in the other room," she answered, blushing again.

Oh boy, what was he planning? "Well, if I'm lucky, maybe I'll see you later," I said, smiling.

She grinned.

Michael tugged me away impatiently and we began to make our way to the back-yard. I picked up my flowing dress as we walked, positive I was going to trip on it and fall flat on my face. I wasn't used to wearing such long gowns. Almost as if I had predicted it, about three second later I stepped on my gown and pitched forward. Michael caught me before I could kiss the floor and pulled me back to my feet.

"Are you alright?" he chuckled.

I wrinkled my nose at him. "Yes, fine, thank you." He kept a hold on my arm as we continued heading for the door that led to his backyard. Thankfully, I didn't trip again.

Finally we emerged out of the giant glass sliding doors and out into the fresh air. I exhaled and then breathed in the cool night air deeply. It was nice to get away from all the stuffy hotness in inside. The moon shone a bright silver and the stars above us twinkled merrily. The green grass was covered in chairs and next to the pool a wooden platform with a fancy gazebo stood a little ways off the porch. Some musicians played softy in one corner of the yard.

Man, Mrs. Swan really outdid herself... Maybe I'll hire her to do my birthday?!

Michael took my hand and led me to the dimly lit gazebo. He circled his arm about my waist and I bent down and picked up a piece of my flowing elfin gown.

I looked into his softly smiling face. I still couldn't get over how splendid he looked tonight. He was wearing Aragorn's king outfit from Return of the King. His polished boots clicked lightly on the wood and a long gold cape flowed softly from his shoulders. A long, gleaming sword hung at his side (I wouldn't have been surprised if it was real). His blonde hair fell neatly across his forehead and brushed the top of his shoulders lightly. I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks as his baby blue eyes twinkled down on me as merrily as the stars.

I wasn't a very good dancer, but Michael was. He made me feel like a professional as he led me, gliding across the dance floor.

I still didn't know why he picked me. Sure we've been best friends for like, as long as I can remember, but there were so many other much more beautiful girls around town and at school.

I was kind'a tall for my age, being 5'7" at sixteen (which wasn't a problem at all because being tall rocks... and Michael is 6'). I was a little chunky do to the fact that I preferred a big mac to a rice cake any day (which I paid for by the extra pounds the junk food added on). I wasn't crazy about my weight, and I balanced it out with the exercise I got with my karate lessons everyday. So I wasn't too worried about it. My skin was tan and kind of blotchy with pimple scars under my eyes, luckily I was able to hide those with make-up (God's gift to woman was the invention of make-up). I had light brown eyes with long lashes. My only good feature, in my opinion, was my silky, long dark brown hair. I wasn't ugly by a long shot, but I wasn't beautiful either.

So, now that you know what I look like, I bet your thinking the same question I am: why did he pick me?

But when he bent down and whispered how wonderful I looked I blushed from head toe and thought that I was happy beyond all reason that he did pick me.

I love all forms of dancing and so did Michael, so we stayed out on the platform dancing the night away long after the last of the couples has left for the warmth inside.

I knew the moon and stars were smiling down on us as another dance ended and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Kissing him gently on the cheek I whispered in his ear:

"Happy Birthday, old friend…"

Yeah, I know its short and not very interesting, but I just wanted to introduce the main character first and kind'a give you an idea of her personality. I'm going to try and update a new chapter every Friday.