I felt bad about my first Twilight update which was a songfic bashing the Edward x Bella couple. I came up with this idea when we were riding on the lake at Bug's Island (I think that's what it's called.) We had rented a boat and I got to thinking of story ideas. I'm actually sitting in our (rented) house here on the lake and I am internally kicking myself because I have summer reading and I'm procrastinating. Also I don't own a copy of either Twilight or New Moon but they're in the mail, but I can't remember exactly what everyone looks like. I don't own the series, Stephanie Meyer does.

Up in Forks, Edward was making his run over to the Swan's house for his nightly visits with Bella. When he arrived he swiftly made his way up to her window and let himself in. What he saw shocked him… Clothes were strewn across the room as if she had left in a hurry. Edward snuck over to Charlie's room but I was clean except for a small imprint in his sheets. He went back to Bella's room to catch her fresh scent to follow her wherever they had gone, but something caught his eye. On her desk was a yellow post-it note saying, 'Sorry Edward, Charlie dragged me to a family reunion down at the Virginia-North Carolina border. See you in a week.' Edward held up the note and read through it a few more times. Then he bolted out her window and back to the Cullen household.

"Who wants to go south for a while?!" Edward offered yelling through the house.

"Where to?" Esme, the only one downstairs and in sight, questioned, wondering why in the world would Edward want to go to the sunny south.

"Our lake house in Virginia, you know the one," He answered denying to answer her unspoken question.

Esme understood and vocally asked him. "Why do you want to go there?"

"Bella was kidnapped by Charlie and needs saving," He joked with a serious expression.

Carlisle entered the room and spoke to Esme, "I think it would be good for everyone to get out of the house for once, what do you say kids?" He looked up at the ceiling waiting for their acceptance and when everyone had spoken through the walls in normal voices so only their vampire father could hear he turned to Edward. "Pack your bags."

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Charlie was telling some of his police stories as they drove down the roads from the airport to their rented home where other family members were also staying. Five of Bella's cousins were going to be in the same house. The oldest cousin, Peter, with brown hair and blue eyes, is 25 and out of school and happily married, his wife and Bella's newest cousin, Michelle, has red hair and green eyes and is just a mere year younger. The next oldest at 14 is named Edward and has long blonde hair tied back to a neat braided horsetail. His younger brother by two years, Alphonse, Al for short, has matching hair but it's cut short. Her youngest cousin is only four and is very energetic, Allison, again with blonde hair and blue eyes. (Each group Peter and Michelle, Edward and Al, and Allison are each in a different family but still cousins.)

Charlie stopped his story-telling long enough to park the car in the driveway of a brick house with bushes leading to the door along the wall and a flowerbed on the other side of a brick sidewalk. Bella picked her two bags out of the trunk of the car and tossed them on the ground. She reached in and pulled out a few more things and set them down on the ground.

By now there should have been a mildly large stack of suitcases and other pieces of luggage but it had all vanished. She looked up in front of the car and Peter was carrying her two fairly sized cases up to the door on his shoulders, Edward and Al had packages of their own from the car, Michelle was holding the door for them, and Allison was running up to Bella. She sidestepped and Allison flew past, then stopped, looked around, turned, and ran at Bella again. She picked up the four-year-old and went inside after her cousins.

She followed the conga line of males to the end of a hall until they split into two different rooms. Ed and Al went left and Peter went right. Since Peter had her bags she followed him into the right room. He set her luggage on a bed with white flowers on a tan background and patted her shoulder as he went out the door to leave her to unpack. A fan spun maniacally on the ceiling of a light blue color. If you were sitting on the bed there were two small closets covered by brown doors with slits in them to the right, and a silvery blue armchair in the far left corner. Next to the chair sat a white dresser with a large mirror and a small lamp. Next to the bed was a silver lamp with a bowl-like shade that sat upright and was made of a foggy glass material.

Bella reached for the light switch but nothing happened except the fan slowing down. She flicked it back up and the fan started up again. She proceeded over to the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed. The light didn't have any visual switches so she put her hand around the silver pole that was the lamp to keep her steady as she went to look at the cord that went behind the bed. When she did so the lamp became brighter. She poked the pole again and the lamp got brighter still. Two more times turned off the lamp and she kept cycling through on and off until she got bored.

Al poked his head into the room and said, "You wanna see the house?"

Bella stood up and replied, "Sure."

She followed him into the hall and he began, "That was your room, Charlie's is the one across from yours." Inside his room was a bed with the same comforter as her own and various brown storage areas. (Dressers, wardrobe, etc.) "Bathroom." Al pointed into a room on their right just a few steps away from Charlie's room. "Peter's and Michelle's slash laundry room." It was across from the bathroom and inside was a blue comforter covered bed between two white side-tables; the closet doors were open and a washing-machine and dryer were sitting together. The two walked out of the hall and into a larger room.

Ed sat on one of two navy blue couches staring at the TV in the corner of the space. On the other sat Peter and Michelle, the essence of love. The sight made her heart ache for Edward. "Oh, don't bother with the light switches they were most likely wired by some maniac who got a kick out of other's pain."

"True that!" Peter said quietly because Michelle's ear was on his chest.

They walked past the couches, behind the farthest one sat a table with a couple chairs. On one side of a wall was the table and the other side faced the kitchen with all the basic necessities. There was a doorway across from the kitchen which gave a clear shot at another bathroom. Al walked into the space and to his left and right were two more bedrooms. Pointing to the left he said, "Allison's." Inside there were two beds both with bland tan covers on top. And to the right he gestured, "Mine and Ed's." Twin beds sat in the room with Hawaiian blankets on them. "And there you have the house; the outside is just a porch and lake. Have fun." Apparently a new sport was made out of patting her shoulder because as he spoke he did just that.

Allison, I hope you will get a kick out of this because your 4-year-old self got mixed in with the story, how about that. Also, the Elric brother's made it in too, I saw the first episode one night when I couldn't sleep and so I'm now hooked. And I used my room from our (rented) house for Bella's room, by now I've come back to my internet service area to provide you with idiotic stories.