AN: Hey Guys! So this is my very first fanfiction ever, so hopefully it is okay, hope you guys like! I do not own Once Upon a Time or any recognizable characters, nor do I own Twilight.

"Gigi! Hey!" Ang said as she walked up to my locker after school.

"Hi! Oh! How do you think you did on the government test?" I asked as I shoved my books into my bag.

"I totally bombed it, for sure. I'm sure you probably did perfect on it though," she whined. I scoffed, closed my locker and walked behind her to her locker.

"I'm sure I did alright, I guess." Ang opened her locker, got her stuff and we walked outside together.

"Hey, do you have any plans for this weekend?" She asked brushing her long, blonde hair of to one shoulder.

"Not really," I told her as the two of us walked into town.

"Well you should come hang out then, I just got the new Twilight movie," she begged.

"Yeah, well, I'll have to ask, you know."

"Ok cool! Call me if your dad says yes," she said as she walked to her car. "Hey do you want a ride home?" She asked.

"Um, papa's doing his rounds today so I'm sure he wouldn't mind." I said as I got in.

The entire ride to the outskirts of the town where my house was we blasted Avril Lavigne, Hilary Duff, and Britney Spears music in the car. When we got to my house I got out and started walking up to the door. I heard Ang roll the window down and turned to look at her.

"Don't forget to call me, if you can come I will pick you up around 6 okay?" She asked.

"Yeah thats perfect see you then."

I walked into my big empty house and walked up to my room to put my stuff down. Papa was out collecting his money and I knew that he wouldn't be back until at least 5. I looked over to the digital clock by my bed and saw that it was only 3:15, which meant that I had almost two hours before he would get home. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen to get something to snack on. I saw a note on the fridge reminding me that Papa would be back at 5 and telling me that he was going to pick up dinner from Granny's, which was almost always the usual routine. Not that Papa couldn't cook, I think he was a great chief, he was just old-fashioned and prefered not to. I opened the fridge grabbed the small container of grapes and went back to work on some homework.

About thirty minutes later I was through half of the grapes and completely finished with my Pre-Calc, I knew like half the problems were probably wrong, but I had answers down and thats all that mattered. I decided that since I had so much time left that I should jump in the shower before Papa got home. So I went to my closet got a pair of black leggings and a long seafoam green quilt top with a white cami and went into the ensuite bathroom.

I turned the water on and striped my clother while I waited for the shower to warm up. When it was a good temperature I got in and took a long shower. Before I knew it it was almost 4:45 so I finished up in the shower and got dressed. I pulled a brush through my wet hair and pulled it up into a messy bun on top of my head. I put all my dirty clothes into the hamper in my room, grabbed my phone and purse from my desk and went downstairs to wait for Papa. By the time I got downstairs, I had only just flipped the TV on when I heard Papa's car pull in. Not a minute later he opened the door with his cane in one hand and the to go bag from Granny's in the other. I jumped up to help him with the bag, put it on the counter and pulled two plates out of the cupboards, whiled he hung up his long coat.

"Hey!" I said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, Gianna, how was your day?" He asked as we put our plates together.

"Fine, uneventful I guess. And yours?" I asked.

"Interesting I suppose," he said but left the comment hanging in the air.

I got us two glasses of water and we sat down at the table to eat.

"What was interesting about it?" I probed, wanting to know what had changed about Papa's usual boring routes and what he had found interesting.

"It appears that we have a new visitor to Storybrooke, and Madame Mayor isn't taking well to her being here." He said

"A visitor, I don't understand, no one ever visits here," I said as I took a forkful of lasagna into my mouth.

"Yes, but this visitor is very special," if I was to say so myself, it seems that Papa is happy about this visitor and it takes a lot to make Papa happy, well besides me of course. I knew that his relationship with Madame Mayor was complicated and so perhaps her unhappiness is part of this newfound joy, but I felt that it went much deeper than that.

We sat in silence for a few minutes as we ate, then I spoke up, "Papa?" I asked.

"Yes, dearie,"

"Ang, wanted to know if I could come over tonight. Am I aloud?" I asked.

"Have you finished your homework?" He asked, and regardless of the fact that it was a friday night I knew he would ask, therefore I did my homework right away when I got home.

"Yep," I responded.

"Well then, its fine with me, just promise me that you will be safe and you will call me if you want me to come get you," he said sternly.

"I promise, Papa. Thank you!" I bounced up and gave him a peck on the cheek before I rinsed my plate and put it in the dishwasher.

Then I went back out the the living room where I had stashed my purse and phone and ran upstairs to call Ang.

I pulled her name up in my contacts and pressed the send button then I waited for her to answer. Around the third ring I heard, "Hello."

"Hey, Ang, it's Gigi, I just wanted to let you know that Papa said yes," I told her.

"Okay awesome! I will be right over, see you in about 10 minutes." She told me. I decided to use that time to write a brief diary insert:

Dear Diary,

Today while I was walking from Pre-Calc to Physics I could have sworn that Todd Mathews smiled at me, he really did. He is so hot, I wonder if he would go to the Fall Formal with me, but its a boy ask girl dance, so he has to ask me. I should probably talk to Jenny, she always knows how to get boys. Also Papa, is acting strangely. Apparently a visitor is in Storybrooke and that's a good thing for him. Something about it feels weird, it kind of feels like something bad is about to start, but I'm sure I am just reading too far into it. Yeah that's it I'm sure that everything is fine, I mean if it weren't Papa would surely be the first to know.

Love, GiGi Rose.