Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
A/N: So this is the first chapter of a story that is based on a dream I had, if you want to check it out, I posted it as a fic, it's called My Dream Of Edward Cullen. Bella is sort of like me in this fic, but I am very like Bella, right down to being a danger magnet, but sadly, for me that doesn't include Edward Cullen. I hope that everyone enjoys this. The characters may be the very slightest bit OOC, but I'll try my best to keep them in character. I hope that you all like the first chapter, it's a lot like the first chapter of Twilight, a lot of the chapters may seem similar, up until a point. I promise that it gets more interesting after this.
Introduction
Twilight is depressing. Because it just highlights the fact that I'm going to die one day, something that no matter what people say, we all fear it. No matter how much someone truly believes that there is life after death, they always fear it, even if some people fear it more than others. No one can say that they don't and mean it, because to some extent or another, we all fear death. Unless they are suicidal or insane. But Twilight is also, funny, it makes me laugh, cry, and smile, both the movies and the books do. And anything that can have that much effect on someone is a good piece of work.
Now, depending on how you think about it, who you are, how huge your obsession is, Twilight may not be depressing. But for me it is. Because ever since I read the first book exactly a year and a half ago. I wanted to be a vampire. I wanted to be beautiful, fast, strong, not to prone to having near death experiences. It wasn't the kind of longing that a normal person would have though, it was stronger.
But wanting to be a vampire isn't my biggest issue, not the only reason why I should probably be in a mental hospital right now.
The other reason is that I fell in love. . .with a fictional character. I fell in love with Edward Cullen. Love that I am positive it true.
I started reading Twilight thinking that I probably wouldn't like it very much, after all nothing I had ever read had been able to out do Harry Potter, but I as proven wrong, and now I have read all of the books at least ten times, I own all of them, just as I own all of the movies.
My name is Bella Swan, my father is Charlie and my mother is Renee.
That is another reason why I love Twilight. It literally tells my life. I took ballet, my mother lives in Phoenix Arizona, my father in Forks Washington. I'm a total danger magnet.
So now that I'm packing my things to move to Forks and live with Charlie, I am a little more excited than fictional Bella was. I knew that I had too much hope, because it was impossible that the Cullens, or even anyone else from Twilight could exist. And the best that I was going to get from moving to Forks in the middle of the year to live with Charlie was probably a few Twilight related jokes on the first day.
But a girl can dream. I thought as I finished packing. I had two suit cases, the smaller of the two completely filled with Twilight things. Yes, I know, I know, I'm obsessed.
Chapter One
Charlie gave me a one armed hug when I walked off of the plane, stumbling slightly. Just like Twilight Bella. I couldn't help but think as he caught and steadied me.
"It's good to see you again Bells. You haven't changed much, how's your mother?" Charlie asked. Similar statement. I thought before pushing all thoughts of Twilight from my head.
"Mom's fine. It's good to see you again Dad," I said, just like Twilight Bella I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to the face.
I only had three bags, two of them suit cases. Charlie took the biggest suit case and my backpack.
"I found a good car for you," Charlie announced as we climbed into the cruiser. Please let it be the truck. . .
"What kind of car?" I asked, trying to keep the hope from my voice.
"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy," Charlie said and I nearly screamed with excitement as the heard the words that I had read countless times come out of Charlies mouth.
"Where did you find it?" I asked, going by the book.
"Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?" Charlie asked.
Of course I did. Well I had no real memories of him, but I did have Twilight memories. And after reading the name Billy Black, I had immediately gone through family photo albums and found a picture that had me, Billy, Jacob, and Charlie in it. But, since I would rather not have my father know about the fact that we were all in series of books about vampires and werewolves, a book series that he had never bothered to read, I decided against telling him that.
"No," I said instead.
"He used to go fishing with us during the summer," Charlie prompted. Ugh, fishing. That would be a good reason why I didn't remember him, I did a good job of blocking out painful, unnecessary things from my memory.
"He's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued, "so he can't drive anymore, and he offered to sell me his truck cheap,"
"What year is it?" I asked, hoping to get him to say something else that was also printed on pages, though I also couldn't help being suspicious that this whole thing was a joke and that any minute Charlie was going to say 'Got you!', but that didn't happen.
"He bought it in 1984, I think," Charlie replied.
"Did he buy it new?"
"Well, no. I think it was new in the early sixties, or late fifties at the earliest," he admitted, sheepishly. And I decided to give him a full Twilight reply.
"Ch-Dad, I don't really know anything about cars. I wouldn't be able to fix it if anything went wrong, and I couldn't afford a mechanic. . ." Though I could always ask Jacob. . .
"Really, Bella, the thing runs great, They don't build them like that anymore,"
"How cheap is cheap?" I asked, just one more Twilight response and I would deem it safe to say that this wasn't some joke, and I could stop with my Twilight words.
"Well, honey," so far so good, "I kind of already bought it for you. As a homecoming gift," Charlie peeked sideways at me, hopeful.
"Really Dad, you didn't have to do that, I was going to buy myself a car," I said, but inside I was screaming with excitement. I was going to have the truck. Not that that promised Edward Cullen to be real or anything, all of this could just be a coincidence. It is a coincidence.
"I don't mind, I want you to be happy here," Charlie said, look ahead at the road.
xxx
The ride was beautiful Everything was green. But I could see how Twilight Bella could get sick of it.
Then we got to Charlie's. He lived in a small, two bedroom house, very similar to the one in Twilight. My heart fluttered when I saw the truck. It was the same as book Bella's.
I jumped out of the cruiser just as it stopped, and ran over to the truck, almost slipping once on the wet ground.
"I love it! Dad! Thank you!" I exclaimed.
"I'm glad you like it," Charlie said gruffly, according to the book, embarrassed.
xxx
Breakfast with Charlie the next morning, could only described as quiet. Like in the book, he wished me goodluck then left. But unlike Twilight Bella, I was excited. I knew that the likelyness of anyone being the same as in Twilight was slight. But hey, everything had gone pretty much by the book so far, so maybe I had a chance of a Twilight life, minus the vampires.
I had put all of my Twilight things in my closet, though I but the books in the drawers of my bedside table, eager to read them yet another time. Eager to imagine Edward's perfect face. . .
When it was finally time to leave, I grabbed my backpack and sloshed through the puddles out to my truck, quickly getting in and sticking the key in the ignition, turning it. the deafening engine roared to life, and I just smiled, expecting it before I began the drive to the school.
I parked in front of the first building, just like book Bella. It was the front office.
I hopped eagerly out of my truck and walked swiftly down the small stone path lined with dark hedges. I took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping into a brightly lit, warm room. It was exactly as described in Twilight. That made me smile, in amusement, Stephenie Meyers had definitely done her homework.
The woman at the front desk looked up upon my arrival.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"I'm Isabella Swan," I told her, almost smirking at the immediate awareness light up her blue eyes.
"Of course," she said, digging through the huge stack of documents on her desk until she found the one she was searching for.
"I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school," she brought several sheets to show me.
She went through my classes with me, highlighting the best routes on the map, and gave the the slips for each of my teachers to sign. Then she smiled at me, and like Charlie told me that she hoped I would like it here in Forks, and I smiled back, a genuine smile. I was as excited as hell to be here! So far this was all a dream come true!
xxx
At my first class I handed the slip to Mr. Mason (yes a Twilight name), who gawked at me when he saw my name, and I flushed red like a tomato. Like with book Bella, he sent me to a desk in the back without introducing me to the class.
Class was boring. I read everything, and I smirked when I remembered that unlike Twilight Bella, I had brought my old essays. When the bell rang, and I was grabbing my bag I heard a voice.
"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" Eric! ! ! ! !
"Just Bella," I said.
"Where's your next class?" he asked.
"Government with Jefferson, building six," I answered without hesitation.
"I'm headed over toward building four, I could show you the way. . ." Definitely Eric.
"I'm Eric," he added and I felt like saying 'Knew it', but I couldn't help but think that this might just be some kind of Twilight prank that the students had prepared for me.
I smiled, "Thanks,"
Then we headed out into the stupid rain.
"So, this is a lot different than Phoenix, huh?" he asked.
"Very," I agreed.
"It doesn't rain much there, does it?" Eric asked..
"Three or four times a year,"
"Wow, what must that be like?" he wondered.
"Sunny," I said.
"You don't look very tan,"
"My mother was part albino," I said and wasn't surprised as he studied my face. Yup, clouds and humor don't mix.
xxx
The rest of the morning passed uneventfully. Mr. Varner made me introduce myself, an event that passed for me much like it did for Twilight Bella. I stuttered, blushed, and tripped over my own boots.
I sat with the girl that I supposed to be Jessica in both Trig and Spanish.
Then it was lunch time, and I felt the anxiety and excitement sneak up on me. So far everything had gone just as it had in Twilight. We sat with her friends, but I couldn't pay attention, I was too jumpy, glancing at the door every few seconds in hope of seeing the Cullen's walk in.
But then I remembered the book. In the movie Bella had seen the Cullen's walk into the cafeteria. But in the book, in the book, she had seen them at their table, not eating, their trays of food untouched.
For some reason I hadn't thought to look in that direction, except when I first walked in, and there hadn't been anyone sitting at that particular table to I tried to absorb myself in the conversation.
I took a deep breath, wondering if I should look over or not. I knew that there table would probably still be unoccupied, and if there was anyone sitting there then they would just be normal students, eating a normal lunch. I bit my lip and stole a glance at the table, I nearly fainted. Sitting there were five amazingly beautiful people.
And let me just say, their actors didn't do them justice.
A/N: How was it? I hope that I didn't bore you all to death. The next chapter is where things start to get different, and soon I won't be reading Twilight as I write this so that I can get people's exact words, lol. I'll try to update tomorrow, but I want to try to make all the chapters at least this long because I have a habit of making chapters too short sometimes. Please take the time to review, I like to hear people's feedback!