Disclaimer: I don't own twilight, new moon, eclipse.

"Daaaad, you have got to be kidding me?" I whined after hearing that my whole summer was completely ruined. Trashed. Gone. He had told Emmett, my twin, and me that we would be leaving for the cabin at six the next morning. Did I mention for the entire summer?!

"It will give us time to bond, you and Emmett will be leaving for college in the fall," he said playing the poor me card.

"This summer is all about tying lose ends and saying goodbye Dad, that gives me like," I checked the clock on the wall, "twelve hours to do what I would have done in three months!"

"Come on, Bells," Emmett encouraged, putting a hand on my shoulder, "We will have each other, it won't be so bad." He was right. Emmett was literally my other half; we had been there for each other ever since we came from the womb. He beat up guys trying to get to me, and I threatened the girls trying to get to him. Emmett was very protective over me, and had a bad boy image. Underneath it all he was just a big teddy bear.

"Oh great," I teased, "my brother, oh the fun we could have!" I said playing big on the sarcasm.

"Hey!" Emmett yelled and put me in a headlock. I kicked his legs out from under him and pinned his arms to ground, spitting a wet string of saliva only to suck it back up at the last second. He hated this more than any other thing I did to him. We wrestled on the ground for a minute before my dad looked up from his chair with squinty eyes.

"You two knock it off, you weren't raised in a barn," Charlie scolded.

"Were not animals, but I swear Bella is a guy," Emmett jested. I punched him in the gut only to have him topple to the ground in pain, "And punches like one too."

My cell phone vibrated in my pocket signaling a call, by the looks of the caller i.d. I knew I should have just screened it and said I was sleeping. At six. On the last day of school. It was the exact pretty boy, captain of the football team I had been trying to break off with but could never find the words. Especially, when the words simply couldn't get out because his luscious lips were covering mine. At times like those I found myself struggling to remember why I wanted to break up. All these things went through my head as his name flashed brightly across my screen pulsating to beat of my heart. Tyler Crowley. I decided that now was a better time than later to break it to him. Answering the phone light-heartedly, I directed my voice to sound happy and eager. Maybe one last time wouldn't hurt.

"Hey there," I flirted, moving to another room where my brother and Dad couldn't hear.

"Hey beautiful, let's go out," he suggested, "I know a perfect spot up by the beach."

"Okay, it's a plan," I purred seductively.

"Pick you up in an hour," he said before hanging up on my heart.

I rushed to my room, picking through my closet for the perfect outfit. A pair of short shorts and navy blue camisole. Simple navy blue flip-flops and a single anklet seemed to do the trick. I laid out the outfit in front of me assessing the accessibility of it all. Cameron definitely wasn't the smartest one out there, his expert hands on and off the field were what he was known for. I took a long hot shower making sure to shave and apply the shimmering body scrub before stepping into my steamy bathroom. I went light on the make-up, smoky eyes, glossy lip, then went to hair. I straitened it thoroughly and pinned up the bangs, creating a small sort of coif. Going to the bedroom I remembered the little bra and panty I had bought at Victoria Secret and pulled the black lacy duo out. I was dressed to kill. One look in the mirror told me that I had done well here, and was ready to be Cameron's.

Tonight was the night. The night I was going to give myself to Cameron, all of me. He cared for me, I cared for him. What was the big deal? I knew this was a big deal but I chose to overlook the nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me that if my mother were here on earth today, I would most definitely not be playing dress-up for some boy that was going to take my virtue.

I know that it seems a little strange that I'm acting all sluttish and preppy, but I knew really that deep down this wasn't the real me. The real me enjoyed staying home wrapped up in a blanket reading a classic on a Friday night. I don't know, it's like every since Mom died two years ago I've been trying to be the real me less and less, and trying to be somebody completely opposite of what I really was. Maybe it was simply because the real me was so much like Mom and looking into the mirror seeing her big brown eyes looking back just plain hurt.

A horn outside my window brought me out of my reverie as I raced down the stairs past my dad saying "I'll be home at twelve" and out the doors towards a very excited Cameron. He was encouragingly smiling at me till he looked past my shoulder and scowled at the house. I felt a strong hand wrap around my arm and yank me to reality.

"What are you doing Bells?" Emmett questioned. I crossed my arms defiantly.

"Going out, Emmett," I answered between my teeth.

"Dressed like that, what are you two doing," Emmett drilled further.

"None of your business," I said yanking my arm away from him, "Let me have some fun, and quit being so protective." I continued backing away from his hurt face. I jumped into Cameron's truck telling him to step on it.

"Be careful, Bells," Emmett called after my retreating form.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

"Isn't someone a little impatient?" I teased grabbing Tyler's death grip from my bra clasp.

Cameron's had taken me up to the shore just before sunset, after hanging out at his friend Austin's party. I had seen some friends there and we chatted while Cameron played quarters with the guys. Tearing his face from the game was hard enough, but when I told him he would be too drunk unclasp a bra soon, and if he wanted any to quit right then, he all but scooped me up in his arms, racing for the beach.

"Izzy," that was his name for me after learning my full name was Isabella, "I have been more than patient for this. I deserve it."

I folded my arms, "You deserve it?" I asked.

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I do," he replied, "I have been trying, with no success, for awhile now."

"Trying isn't good enough, is that all I am to you, someone to succeed with," I challenged.

"Come on, Izzy, it isn't exactly rocket science, I was captain of the football team, and you were head cheerleader, it was expected for us to be together," he stated it like it was obvious.

"You weren't with me because you liked me, just because, I was head cheerleader and supposedly easy," I accused.

"Well…at first," he admitted sheepishly, "I grew to like you though, even care for you. I'd care for you more without these separating clothes between us."

"Ugh," I exhaled, pushing his face from my neck, "I'm all the sudden tired. Take me home."

He grasped the steering wheel tightly, staring out over the ocean, with eyes of anger and cranked the engine to life backing out like a maniac. So much for tying lose ends. I was really anticipating this night, even excited, but when he said that I realized he had only stayed in for the rewards, benefits. He screeched to a halt in front of my house, tapping his fingers impatiently waiting for me to get out.

"Look, Cam, I'm really-" I started, fiddling with my thumbs.

"Whatever, just get out," this made my temper flare, I hastily left the passenger seat and slammed the door shut.

I stared holes in the side of his head, he just sat there glaring forward, "I don't ever want to see you again, Tyler Crowley, get out of here!" I seethed quietly.

Slamming on the pedal he sped down my road, out sight, just like I said. Never again would I date another pig like that. Only in it for the benefits. I stomped up the walk throwing the door open in my haste, slamming it shut again.

"Have a nice evening, honey?" my father inquired sarcastically.

"Hmph!" I snorted stomping up the stairs slamming the door to my bedroom in a huff.

I was so angry with myself, mostly at him. I let him do me over just like that. Spending a whole summer away from this chaos suddenly didn't seem so bad. Pulling out my suitcases, I unloaded practically my entire dresser, preparing for the wilderness. I made sure that my striped navy blue anchor bikini was in there too; I wanted to tan my white skin as much as possible. After spending an hour packing I decided that I was prepared sitting on my bed with a sigh.

My dad made an appearance by poking his head through my door jamb, "I was going to tell you to pack and load everything tonight so that tomorrow morning we don't have to fuss about it," he explained, "but I can see you're a couple steps ahead of me."

"Yeah, I was bored," I replied, looking down at my feet, shuffling them.

"I thought you'd be in a lot later," he stated.

I shrugged, "Tyler, was being an idiot."

"At this age, they usually are, kiddo," he reminisced probably back to when he was also an idiot.

"Good night, Daddy," he took the hint.

"Good night, Sweetheart," he smiled and ducked back out.

I sighed while putting on some loose pajama pants and a tank. Seemed like I had been sighing a lot lately. I snuggled under my covers and pulled out my old, torn "Wuthering Heights" to the part where Heathcliff comes back. After awhile, Emmett snuck into my room, sitting at the foot of my bed. I laid the book down on my stomach waiting for him to begin.

"How was the date?" Emmett tried at nonchalance.

"Retarded, he tried to well…you know," I hinted.

"I'll kill him, I really will," Emmett seethed punching his hand, the plain sincerity in his voice is what scared me. He looked over into my eyes and seemed to melt. His rigid form became more relaxed and his fiery gaze cooled. Emmett grabbed the book on my stomach and flipped to the inside of the front cover, where my mom had signed right before she died. Those words forever printed in my head. To my beautiful daughter, forever in my heart and soul At times when life came to hard to bare I would sit up in my room running my hand across the page knowing that she had once touched that place too. I put my hand on his shoulder, gazing into his twinkling blue eyes.

"I miss her too, Em," I confirmed.

He walked around to the empty side of the bed and crawled into the covers with me. Not in a sick way, but a brotherly way. I held him close and let him cry into my shoulder. His sobs racked the bed for a while until they quieted, Emmett drifting off into a dreamless sleep.

Beep Beep Beep

The alarm shrilled making both me and Emmett jump, bonking heads.

"Damnit," Emmett cursed throwing the covers away from his body.

"Ouch," was my intelligent articulation. I scrambled to the bathroom brushing my teeth in a hurry, running to the cruiser in haste. Climbing in the back seat I realized it had been idling for a while and that we were behind schedule. Emmett ran out of the house throwing his suitcases in the back jumping in beside me. Charlie turned around to give us a glare of his own. We shrank back visibly.

"Now that you two are done with your beauty rest," addressing the fact that we both looked like a mess and in pj's, "we can hit the road trip."

"Road trip!" Emmett screeched, hitting a note not heard by humans. I punched his arm. Hard.

"What was that for," Emmett questioned, rubbing his arm.

"For being too loud at this time in the morning, besides its not even four hours there and back, so basically not a road trip," he shrugged letting it go with a little grudge. He was going to get me back.

I should probably stop just pulling stories out my butt, but...i just get thinking and then thinking becomes a story and then i post it. Tell me if you guys like this one, so i can know if i should continue.