This is my third story, since Badass Bella and her Bitches, isn't working out; for the people who reviewed for that story are getting a special treat. This story is dedicated to them and a couple of my friends (who shall remain nameless.) so if you are reading this, thank you for taking the time to read it, and enjoy!

R.P.O.V

I looked out my window at the moving van that had just pulled up outside the house next door to mine. It's been about a week since the Johnson's moved out and someone new is already moving in, that's a retarded son of a bitch. A giant grey, jeep wrangler and a Black Mercedes parked outside the house, while the moving van backed into the driveway. A bronze haired women and a Muscular man got out of the Mercedes.

The women would have an average frame, if not for the slight baby bump forming in between her hips, with long, curly caramel colored hair flowing down to her shoulder. From what I could see she had light, brown eyes and was slightly paler; she had a genuine smile that made my heart swell and she was dressed in a long skirt, and a light blue blouse. She seemed like a sweet lady, but this was only from afar. Her baby bump was just barely noticeable from under the blouse but couldn't be more than 5 maybe 6 months pregnant.

The man moved to her side and I got a better view of him; he was tall, maybe 6'0 and had a muscular build. A possible body builder; he had short, dark hair that was cut in a military style, he had dark blue eyes. He had a strong, square jaw, he was wearing cargo pants and a blue t-shirt; he wrapped an arm around his wife's waist resting his hand on her growing belly.

She turned up and smiled at him before they made their way toward the house; I hadn't even noticed the two people climb out of the car until the man and woman disappeared into the house. Both seemed be teenagers, a boy and a girl; the boy- who had been driving- went around the back of the car and opened the back door. When he had closed the door, a small, sleeping little girl was in his arms.

She was about 4years old and from what was visible, had dark, curly brown hair, that had been put up into two pigtails and had a purple dress on with a flowery long sleeved shirt on underneath. She had white tights on underneath and also had some tiny black, ballet slippers on; probably for comfort for the- possibly- long ride.

The teenage girl had short black hair, cut in a pixie style and hazel eyes; she was slightly smaller than the average teenager, maybe 5'2 but it was easy to make out she was a teen. She was bouncing up and down on the pavement; she slightly rosy cheeks and was also slightly paler, but I didn't take note of that. She had on a pink mini skirt that went mid-thigh and a cute pink sweater with a black undershirt. She had black, stockings on and shining black Mary Jane's on (AN. Mary Jane's are shoes, for all who didn't know!).

I returned my attention to the boy who had, still been carrying the sleeping little girl in his arms. He had slightly longer, dark brown curly hair that just covered his eyes. He was about a good 6'2 and very broad; he had muscles that were visible under his white t-shirt. He had on jeans and a pair of Vans; he looked like the tough body builder types that do football. From under the hair covering his eyes I could see bright GREEN eyes; nothing like his family members. Besides the little girl, whose eye color still remains a mystery?

The pixie haired girl grabbed a black Gucci bag and skipped into the house, while the boy carried in the sleeping little girl. The little girl dropped her bear, which had gone un-noticed by the boy and he kept walking into the house; I chose to get up and hurry down the stairs after the front door closed. I almost ran into my mother, who now is 8 and a half months pregnant, in the kitchen, almost making her drop the green bean casserole in her hands. I gave her a sheepish grin before heading toward the front door, when I opened it I heard crying from the house next door.

I bit my lip as the sound filled the air; I had always hated the sounded of little children crying or babies, it always upset me. My mother says I have a natural mothering instinct and that is how all mothers feel. She also says I got it early in life and that it will probably take over when my new baby brother or sister is born, considering if it's a girl, she'll be sharing a room with me until she turns around 5 years old. Mom and dad are planning for another baby, even before this one is born; my mother always pictured her and my father with family of five with two girls and at least one boy.

I turned to walk toward the house when the front door opened and the boy walked out, with a crying little girl in his arms. He didn't notice me but he did notice the bear and knelt down to pick it up. When he did he set the four year old down and handed her, her bear before kissing her cheek. Once the little girl had her bear back, she almost immediately stopped crying and hugged her big brother around the neck tightly as he picked her up.

I smiled and turned back and entered my own home and helped my mother prepare the rest of dinner. We had green bean casserole and chicken with light gravy with corn; my father's favorite, considering it was his birthday today, he deserved it. Mom had planned on, after dinner, going over to greet the new neighbors which I wasn't entirely up against. I would like to meet them and their family, but I am insanely shy and tend to blush insanely on occasion. We quickly ate dinner and by that time, the moving truck was gone and I saw the cars pulled into the driveway.

I held my breath and we walked up the porch steps and my father rang the doorbell; he rested an arm around my mother's waist while she smiled up at him. I stood behind them with my hands behind my back, staying quiet while looking down at me feet. I was wearing my favorite, slightly poufy black skirt with my black Mary Jane's and my black, blue and grey plaid blouse. When the door opened my eyes flashed up to greet the smiling faces of the man and woman who had gotten out of the Mercedes earlier. Even though no words had been exchanged yet a small smile crept across my face. The heat rose in my cheeks and I could practically feel myself blushing immensely.

"Hello, we're your neighbors. This is my husband Jackson, I am Cindy Hale and this is our daughter Rosalie. We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood." My mother spoke calmly and smiled gingerly at the couple.

"Hello. My name is Clair and this is my husband Andrew McCarty. Would you like to come in, I know it's a bit messy but I hope you don't mind." She had a hint of nervousness in her voice but my mother only laughed lightly and nodded. We walked in and I nodded my hello at the couple to keep from embarrassment, before looking around. There was a small foyer and kitchen to the left and a sitting room on the right, straight ahead was a stairway that led upstairs.

Clair and Andrew led us into the sitting room that had light green walls and white couches. There were two empty book shelves and a fireplace on the far left wall; the loveseat was facing the sofa and there was a glass coffee table in between the two.

"Sit down, please, let me just call the children down." Clair left the room then came back shortly after we sat down. "They'll join us in a moment."

"Your house is beautiful." The moment the words felt my mouth I regretted saying it. Everyone turned and looked at me, causing the all too familiar blush to creep up onto my cheeks; I smiled sheepishly and looked down at my lap.

"Thank you, Rosalie." Clair smiled at me; the three kids from earlier came down the stairs and stood in the doorway. I looked up, and then stood up with my mother, father and Clair and Andrew. The boy was standing next to the teenage girl, and the little girl was standing just in front of them, clutching her bear. "Children this is Mr. and Mrs. Hale and their daughter Rosalie. They wanted to say hello, they live right next door."

My cheeks must have turned at least 8 different shades of red when they all smiled at us. When my blush turned a light pink I looked up at them only to find them staring right at me; the girl walked over and hugged me and smiled.

"Hi, I'm Alice, it's nice to meet you!" I smiled down at her; I'm a good 5'10-5'11 so I pretty much towered over her, even with heals on (considering we're wearing the same shoe). My mother was 5'8 and my father is 5'9, so I am the tallest in my family.

"Uh, hi." I bit my lip as she pulled away and walked back over to her siblings; the boy had the little girl in his arms and she seemed tired and was laying her head up against his shoulder.

"This is our little sister Renesmee or Nessie," she pointed to the little girl, "and my twin, Emmett. I have a feeling we'll be great friends." Alice smiled brightly and bounced up and down in her spot. Emmett looked over at her and rolled his eyes as Nessie climbed down from his arms and walked over to me. She held her arms up and jumped up and down, signaling she wanted to be picked up. I bent down and picked her up and sat her on my hip; she smiled at me slightly before laying her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arms around my neck. I could tell she fell asleep by the way her breathing was even and she went limp slightly in my arms.

Everyone smiled at me and I looked around at each of the faces in the room. Clair had a small smile on her face, which Andrew mimicked, Alice had a bright smile on her face, and Emmett had a genuine smile on his face, showing the slight sight of dimples. I blushed and looked away from him, which only made him smile wider, making her dimples show more. I turned my attention to my father who had the biggest smile on his face; when I turned to my other, she has no smile, her face held no emotion at all.

"Mom?" She turned her head toward me and smiled gingerly. "You okay?" She nodded once but didn't say anything else. I sat down and my father talked with Andrew and Clair about things I really didn't pay attention to. Alice was talking to me, about making plans to study together and Emmett was staring at me. I hadn't been paying attention to them only to my mother who looked seemingly paler and hadn't said a word in the longest time.

After about an hour we decided to head out; Clair had put Nessie to bed and we were standing in the doorway saying out goodbyes. Alice had hugged me then gone upstairs to check on Renesmee. Emmett smiled and walked over to me; when he stood directly in front of me I smiled sheepishly up at him and he pulled me into a giant bear hug. Everyone laughed but my mother.

"Emmett! Cant… BREATHE!" His booming laugh filled the house, and no doubt the people in Antarctica could hear it. He set me down and smiled as I took in panting breaths.

"Goodbye Rosalie." He chuckled and I swatted his shoulder playfully.

"Oh, so you think this is funny, just wait, I'll get you back. I am stronger then I look." He rolled his eyes as my mother, father and I walked out the front door. We weren't three steps away from the house when mom paused. I turned to look at he and saw Emmett and his parents still standing in the doorway. He and his father stepped forward a step, so they were standing just on the porch step; my father took my mother's hand and squeezed it lightly.

"Cindy?" I took another step toward her.

"Mom-?" Her hand flew to her back as she took I a sharp breath then let out a calm one; she looked in between my dad and me, panting lightly.

"I think I'm in la-." She was cut off as a puddle of fluid surrounded her feet, "Labor." My mouth dropped opened and my dad went into temporary shock. She started breathing heavily and Clair gasped, Emmett and Andrew flew to my mom's side and I just stood there. Emmett ran to the jeep and started the engine as Andrew and my dad got her inside; my dad climbed into the back seat with her and Andrew got into the front seat.

They drove off as I stood there in complete shock and unable to move; my world became dizzy and the next thing I know Clair and Alice are kneeling over me and my head is throbbing. I look in between their faces then close my eyes, my body started to shake and I heard my name being said, before the blackness claimed me.

My eyelids felt heavy and my head hurt like shit; the inside of my eyelids were an orange/red color, probably from the bright lights that were in the room. I reluctantly opened my eye; only to find out I was right and close then quickly as my eyes burned. I opened my eyes again, and then blinked a few times as my eyes readjusted; I could hear the heart monitor next to me and feel the I.V drip attached to my arm along with various wires.

I looked around slowly and found myself in a hospital room, with a doctor in the corner talking to Clair and Andrew. The memories of what happened flooded back to me and my heart rate picked up. Emmett must have been sitting just outside the door because he came in quickly as the doctor and Emmett's parents turned to look at me. My mother went into labor… I fainted… my body started shaking… Blackness…

"Where's my mom?" I managed to choke out; I hadn't realized I had been crying until I heard my own sobs break through my lips. Clair put a hand on my shoulder as the doctor checked my charts. When no one answered me, I thought that maybe something had gone wrong and the baby didn't make, or that she died in child birth. Or worse, what if they both didn't make it. My heart rate was increased dramatically and the beeping sped up. I felt beads of sweat stream down my face and my breathing picked up.

"Rosalie! Rosalie calm down, it's alright," Emmett grabbed my hand and rubbed circles in the back of my hand with his thumb. "It's okay Rosalie. Your mother is fine; she's asleep in a room down the hall. Your dad is with her, but you need to calm down, we don't want to get over worked. Please calm down." His words calmed me slowly, and I lay back on the pillow.

"What happened?" I managed to say calmly.

"You had a panic attack after your mother went into labor; it was a bit of a shock. You passed out." Emmett had worry inching ever bit of his voice; why is he so worried about little old me? I'm just Rosalie no one cares about me. My mother and father will abandon me, and act as if I don't exist when this baby is around, why should he care?

"Did she have the baby?" He shook his head lightly and the thought hit me. "Does my dad know what happened?" He nodded this time but looked angry for some reason. "Has he come to see me yet?" This time he shook his head slowly; tears welled up in my eyes but I held them back.

"He doesn't want to leave your mother whiles she's in her 'fragile state'." He stated, venom dripping in his voice.

"She's asleep!" I pointed out; I know I was being vain but why didn't my father come to see ne instead of staying with my mother?

"I know." He looked at the wall, as if avoiding my eye contact; the tears spilled over onto my cheeks, I couldn't hold them back. My own father doesn't even care about me enough to see me when I'm in the hospital and he's only a couple doors down!

Emmett whipped some tears away and Clair stroked my hair lightly; she seemed angry also. The baby is going to change everything; they're probably going to make me get up in the middle of the night an feed it, because my mother would be to selfish to feed it breast milk and would feed it formula. I'd probably give it its baths and changes its diapers! My parents ever did care about me. I was never good enough for them to love me; I did everything I could! I made honor role, got all A's in school, joined every club and sport known to mankind and it still wasn't good enough for them!

I even learned mechanics, even though that one was mostly for me; I've always loved cars! But even though I did all that and got a scholarship to every major college and university in the whole United States, it still wasn't good enough. Even though I'm only in my junior year of high school! Nothing was ever good enough for them to make them proud.

They smile at me when I enter a room and they hug me and talk to me when I get home from school. Hell! They even say goodnight, but it's only a show! I know they don't really love me, I hear them talking trash and shit about me in their bedroom at night. I see the looks they give me out of the corner of their eyes! And when my mom said she was pregnant she had a spark in her eye, a spark of love. But not for me. Oh no, not for me. For the child that is replacing me instead.

I know they said they didn't want to know the sex of the twit but I know they both know it's a boy. Why else would they be so happy and why else would my father NOT visit me in the hospital. This is my life now and soon it will change even more for the worst, and I will be invisible. My rage was filling up inside and I stated squeezing Emmett's hand harder and harder the more ii got angry. Soon he winced and pulled his hand away; I clenched my hand into a tight fist and my knuckles turned white. My vision blurred and I started seeing red puffs of smoke as it quickly clouded my vision and turned the room red.

I ripped the cords out of my arm and hopped off the bed; everyone gasped and stood back. I thanked the heavens I was wearing my cloth's from earlier and a not a hospital gown, and thanked god that I wore shorts under my skirt. I stormed out of the room and down the hall, opposite the direction I supposed my mother's room was and toward the exit. I didn't turn around to look at all the stunned faces of the nurses and doctors and the McCarty's. I heard quick moving feet and my name being called. I turned around and saw Emmett chasing after me; I ran faster until I got outside the doors and ran quickly.

It was no use, I was barefoot and running on concrete, plus Emmett was faster. He grabbed my arm and spun me around until my head was buried in his chest, I could help the tears that fell after that. I sobbed and cried into his chest as he held me to comfort me. I balled my fist into his shirt and cried while he rubbed circles in my back. No words were said, nothing needed to be said, and it's like he understood what I was going through.

Even though I had only known this boy for less than a day, I felt like I could trust him completely. I knew we would be good friends in the future and we'd help each other out. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore and looked up at him; he smiled down at me and moved some hair that was stuck to my face out of the way. He looked in between the doors to the hospital then at me. I shook my head and started walking toward a bench then sat down, he sat next to me and I started a conversation to get my mind off things.

He didn't push me into telling things I didn't want to, he just sat and listened, letting me forget about the ugly scene back there. We talked about our interest and found that we had A LOT of things in common and some things different.

We both LOVE soccer and we both can sing and play guitar. We both love Kings of Leon and mostly all rock bands; we shared favorite songs, etc. some of our differences include that he has slightly long, brown hair, and I have long blonde hair, he has green eyes I have purple. He's a guy I am a girl, he's eighteen and a half and I'm almost eighteen and so on and so forth. We talked for the rest of the night until I became tired and fell asleep on his shoulder. I could feel him picking me up and carry me into the hospital then felt the bed underneath me.

This has been one hell of a day. I can't wait for the future! (Hint the sarcasm!)

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-Lizzie Roze