Ok. Well I finally got around to typing this. Its the first Chapter of Secret Valentine! The sequal to Tears of Joy! This is mostly from Ali's point of view.... 13 years later I think. (that is if she was 5 in TOJ) But any wayz I hope you like it. I also hope you actually remember what happened in TOJ because I finished that such a long time ago! But its summer now so that means I'll have more time to type! especially since I'm not like doing anything this summer!


I leaned in for a quick kiss before running off to my car. Mom was going to get mad if I wasn't home on time because Uncle Emmett was making dinner for me tonight. I waved at Trevor as I was pulling out of the parking lot. I also knew Mom would be mad if she found out I had been making out with a guy. If I got caught she'd probably suck poor Trevor's blood, but that's what happens when you live with vampires.

Mom had told me all about the vampires I was living with when I had turned fifteen, three years ago. She reminded me about how, after she got married to Dad, she had left for a year. She explained that it had been so she could learn to resist human blood after she was changed without me around. Because I was still human.

I hated it. I felt so insufficient. I was slow and couldn't hear half of what they could. And the worst thing, none of them really knew how to cook even though they always insisted on doing it.

Emmett's cooking tonight was going to be…interesting. He was only allowed to cook for me once a month, although I usually wished it was once a year (or not at all). Mom always told me to be nice to my uncle because he was "sensitive" although you would never guess it by looking at him.

I pulled Dad's Volvo into the car next to Alice's Porsche. I sat for a moment clearing my mind. If Dad heard about anything I had been doing he would tell Mom and I would be dead.

Once I had cleared my mind- which I was getting rather good at- I reached in the back to find my pink skirt and white blouse, slipping out of my black skinny jeans and purple halter top before pulling them on. I wiped the makeup off my face and stuffed my clothes into my school bag before going inside.

I had supposedly been at year book so when Dad asked if we had made any good progress I wasn't surprised, although it did make me giggle. Luckily I caught myself before he could read anything.

Year book met twice a week so I used that for an opportunity for make out sessions with the current week's boyfriend. I hadn't been to one year book meeting my whole life, but I would never be able to bring anyone here. The only person who wouldn't care would be Emmett, what would I do without him?

"Hey Mom, Emmett," I said walking into the kitchen, acting like a goody two shoes.

"Hi honey, how was year book?"

"Great Mom, I finished the sports page." I lied. The only thing I had finished was my relationship with the head jock, Chad. I had moved onto Trevor.

He was one of those kids who wasn't exactly goth or emo but dressed in mostly black and had a few piercings. Other than that he was fairly normal, if you actually can be normal.

I sat down at the table and pulled out my math homework. I just wrote in random numbers so it looked like I was doing my work. It's not like I was going to hand it in or anything.

"Hey Ali, you want your dinner now, cause it's done?" Emmett asked from the kitchen. Uh-oh.

"Now's fine." I wondered what dish he had ruined this time.

Everyone always sat with me while I ate even though they didn't. It was always a little strange.

Emmett placed an unidentifiable food-like object on a plate in front of me. I raised an eyebrow.

"Meatloaf." He said.

I could tell he was proud of himself. I attempted eating it, but it was rock hard and tasted like dirt.

I couldn't ask for something else either because it would hurt Uncle Emmett's' feelings. I would have to grab a snack later.

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I laid awake in bed for two hours that night thinking about Trevor. It was strange because usually I only thought of who I was "with" when I was with them.

Boys were like clothing to me, fashionable one week and then trash the next.

The other strange thing was I didn't think about how good a kisser he was but what we talked about and how his nose crinkled when he was thinking hard.

Hope you liked it! Ed is helping me with next chapter because I'm stuck... but I can't tell you why! It'll be a surprise!