Brothers and Sisters

Disclaimer: Do I wish I owned Twilight? No duh. Do I own Twilight? Opposite of yes.

Summary: Bella, Alice, and Rosalie, best friends and almost sisters, have lived in Forks for all their lives, each with different problems at home. When Edward, Jasper, and Emmett, three new mysterious boys, move to town, they discover that their problem are nothing compared to what's coming…

Problems

Bella POV

I jumped out of my truck and quickly ran into my house. Even though it was still early October, Forks was already freezing cold. The rain didn't help.

I hung up my jacket and stepped into the kitchen. Nothing, not even a note, was there. This had been going on for years. When I was a baby, my mother, Renée, left my father, Charlie…and me. The Forks High secretary, Mrs. Cope, took care of me. Sure, she loved gossip, but she was capable of taking care of a child. She was like an aunt to me.

When I turned six, Mrs. Cope could no longer take care of me. The other secretary had quit, so she had to pull all the weight. I started school that year, too. That was when I met my best friends, to this day, Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale.

I'm so lucky to have them, even if I feel like a shadow compared to them, because they're both so gorgeous. Alice, whose real name is Mary, though she refuses to let anyone call her that, is pretty short, just below five feet, even though she's already seventeen now. Her chin-length hair is black and spiky and she looks like a pixie. Rosalie, also seventeen, like Alice and me, is a few inches taller than my 5' 4". She has amazing hair that reaches all the way to her waist and is a golden blond and wavy. She looks like a non-anorexic supermodel. I'm a brunette with brown eyes. I'm not ugly, but not gorgeous, either.

When we were all six and starting school, the teacher had us sit together at a table. We've been best friends ever since. They're mothers dropped them off and picked them up for school. Mrs. Cope would drop me off, since the elementary school was on the way to the high school. But I always got there early, so I'd hang out in the library and read. By the time we graduated from fifth grade, I'd read every single book and magazine there, including textbooks.

For lunch, Alice and Rosalie always shared with me. When they asked why I didn't bring lunch, I told them that there was no time for me to fix lunch, and they always happily split their meal with me. After school, Mrs. Cope would drive by again to pick me up. She'd usually have some leftovers from the high school's cafeteria for my dinner. On the days she didn't, I would take some crackers from the pantry in my house and eat them for dinner.

The reason why Charlie didn't take care of me…well, I'm still not sure. It started with the fact he had no idea on how to take care of a baby, so that was when Mrs. Cope came in. Then Charlie started getting more and more of a daredevil, and he'd spend whole days out to act like some FBI agent and catch federal criminals. Now that I'm seventeen, he sometimes goes out of state for his little adventures. He even went to Mexico once.

I don't think Charlie even knows he has a daughter, just some girl who happens to live at his house that he never uses anymore. All his belongings go with him. It's like I live alone, really.

Nowadays, Mrs. Cope no longer needs to take care of me, but she's still my adoptive aunt. Charlie mails in money each month for groceries and to pay the bills, so I'm not starving. I haven't seen my own father in six months.

Alice POV

"Damn you, Lucas Brandon, why the hell did you blow off another of my paychecks on your stupid booze?"

"I'm sorry, Diana," my father replied to my mother sarcastically. "But how else and I supposed to get my mind off the fact that you're gone out of this house all the time?"

"I'm a reporter, for god's sake! I have a spontaneous schedule!"

"Sure, you just go and 'get it going on' with those damn cameramen and asshole celebrities you interview all the time."

"God, I am not cheating on you! If anything, I'd think you were the one who was!"

"Damn it, woman! I'm the one pulling all the weight here while you're out having fun."

"You're pulling all the weight? Excuse me, Mr. I-don't-have-a-job, I'm the one who has to work my ass off to pay all the bills and get food!"

"It's my inheritance that's paying for everything!"

"Then use that for your stinking booze instead of my hard-earned money!"

I groaned and buried my head under my blankets. I can still hear them. I grabbed my sketchbook, tucked my pillows in my bed so it looked like I were sleeping, and climbed out of my window. I quickly stepped onto the branch of the tree just out of my window, and then continued along the path of branches I had figured at years ago. The path led to my tree house that my father had built when we were…happy.

The tree house was made of wood, but my father had made sure it wouldn't rot for a long time. This was my place to escape whenever my parents started fighting too much, especially at night. During the day, I'd just go to Bella or Rosalie's house, but I couldn't disrupt their sleeping at night.

So I sat down in my tree house and turned on the electronic lantern I'd hung in here recently. I was far away enough from the house so my parents wouldn't see the light and wonder what was there.

I gasped as a fog-like feeling took over me. Ever since I could remember, I've been having visions about the future. They're very foggy and unclear, but I can get the gist of what's happening…sometimes. Only my best friends, Bella and Rosalie, know about these visions. Not even my parents know. They'd probably send me to the asylum, or the nuthouse, as Rosalie so endearingly calls it.

An ethereal, inhumanly gorgeous man with honey blond hair and eyes the same color was leaning in close to me. "I love you, Alice Brandon," he whispered in a voice that sounded like honey, too.

"I love you, Jasper Whitlock Cullen," I whispered back. Our faces got closer…

I gasped as I came out of my vision. Damn it, and just at the best part. I looked down at my sketchbook and did a double-take.

While I had my vision, I must've sketched Jasper's face. Every strand of golden hair, every curve of his face, even the almost-unnoticeable scars…

Oh, who am I kidding, why would he fall in love with me? The short and mildly cute little girl…he'd never notice me. Especially with my best friends, Rosalie the supermodel and Bella the angel, around. Not that I was feeling ungrateful. I love my best friends like sisters. It's just that I get so jealous of their looks sometimes.

I strained my ears for any noise. The shouting had died down. I can go to sleep without my parents screaming hell at each other now.

Rosalie POV

"But Rosie, dear, if you'd just talk him," my mother begged.

"What, I'll fall in love with him at first sight and live happily ever after?" I scoffed.

"Royce King the second is a charming young man, why not?"

"Because he's really a pompous, stuck-up, asshole," I muttered.

"Rosalie, language!" my mother scolded.

"Rosalie, dear," my father said gently, "if you marry him, this could get us more opportunities."

"Please, all you guys want is money and social power! I am not a bargaining chip for that!" I hissed as I stalked up to my room.

I slammed the door shut and screamed into my pillow. I am so sick of this. I am beautiful and I know it, and I know I can act vain at times, but I don't want to be so beautiful! Not that I'd want to be ugly, but I'd be perfectly happy if I were just pretty. Life would be so much easier for me.

I've never had a real boyfriend, because I can never tell if they really like me or just think I'm hot and want to "see" my room. It's always the latter, most likely. My best friends, Bella and Alice, have also never had boyfriends. Bella says it's because she's shy, and Alice says it's because her visions tell her it wouldn't work out. They also both think they themselves are plain while the other two of us are gorgeous, but they're gorgeous, too! I try my best to get their self-esteem up. Alice does okay, but she still doesn't see herself a fraction of how beautiful she really is. And Bella…she completely degrades herself.

Ever since I was born, all my parents have thought about are how to get me to marry the richest possible guy ever so they can get rich and popular around Forks. My father is a bank teller at this bank chain owned by Royce King the first, whose irritating brat of a son has a huge crush on me. My mother is a socialite, and she expects me to take over her career when I get married. Some career…

I sighed and reached my arm up. My hand found the cord and pulled. I clambered up the little stairs and entered the attic of my home. This was my get away from my parents whenever they acted like this.

I pulled up the stairs behind me so my nosy parents couldn't follow me. I plopped down on the red beanbag chair I had up here and grabbed the half-formed white-cloth teddy bear I was making. I don't know why I'm making a teddy bear, but whenever I hide out up here, I just grab whatever's handy and do something with it. I absent-mindedly sewed up the toy while I thought about my life.

Let's see…an idiot whose name begins with R and ends with Oyce has a huge pain-in-the-butt crush on me. Bella has a stalker named Mike Newton who, unfortunately, attends our school. Alice has two guys with an infatuation for her, Eric Yorkie and Tyler Crowley. I'd get jealous because she had more admirers, but I'd personally prefer to have one pain than two.

I looked down at the now finished teddy bear and stared in surprise. I'd added some curly brown hair and golden eyes to it. Now why'd I do that?

I shrugged, and grabbed some doll clothes that I had, just to play around with all the little things I made. Wow, I seriously need a life…at least a better one than what I have now.

I dressed up the teddy bear into a light gray sweatshirt and black sweatpants. I smiled. He was so adorable! Of course he's going to be a he.

Third Person POV

Out in the woods, just outside of the town of Forks, was a dilapidated white house from the 1800's. It'd been renovated recently, however, so it was not so dilapidated anymore. Furniture had been moved in. It was midnight of one early October day. Several luxurious vehicles silently sped near to the house then halted smoothly to a stop. There was a black Mercedes, a silver Volvo, a Ducati motorcycle, and a Jeep Wrangler hauling a black Vanquish, which had surprisingly kept connected to the Jeep after many miles of super fast speeds.

A man and a woman stepped out of the Mercedes. The man was blond and looked like a movie star. The woman had caramel-colored hair and a heart-shaped face, like a fair gentle lady.

A teenage boy got out of the Volvo. He had oddly-colored bronze hair, which was rather messy, and he looked like a Greek god.

Another teenage boy got off of the Ducati. He was also blond, although his hair was more of a honey color, and he looked like a Southern cowboy, as if he had just stepped off of the TV screen.

The last teenage boy hopped out of the Jeep. He was huge with very large muscles, with curly dark brown hair, looking like a Roman gladiator straight out of the Coliseum.

What was odd about this family was that they were all abnormally pale, with pure white skin. They were all inhumanly beautiful, with the same golden eyes and dark bags under them. And this little town in the middle of nowhere was going to change their lives forever.

Yup, this is the story that won in my poll. I have decided to no longer post polls that decide on my next story, because I just have way too many Word documents (24) open on my computer right now, so I'll probably randomly post new stories up. Anyway, I started this a VERY long time ago, so it may not be very good, and I still need to think out the plot somewhat, so if anyone has any ideas, I'll take it into consideration before I form my final outline. Happy Cupid Day, people!