Author's note: I have no idea if I am posting this the right way. I don't know if I need that disclaimer thingy or anything but I'll do it anyway because a bunch of people do. I don't own Twilight nor the wonderful characters in it. Stephenie Meyer created the whole Twilight world. Though, I did create some of the characters in this fanfic...but not the ones that you all are familiar with. So, if anyone has any advice please let me know, cause I'm really not tech savy and I'm a little confused. So I guess you can read on now, hopefully my story doesn't suck too bad. This story is pretty much my fantasy typed out.
I sat down on the luxurious suede couch. I looked to my right to see Alisia sitting next to me, her face wore more excitement than I thought possible. I felt a bubble in the pit of my stomach, working its way to my throat, I had to bite my lip to keep a foolish grin off my face, and fight the urge to shout out in joy. I slowly looked to my left; I knew who I would see before I even saw them. The Cullens. They looked at me with weary eyes, a noticeable tension in the room. My mind told me I should be afraid, but then I looked into his eyes, and that bubble of ecstasy grew to the point where I thought it should surely burst. He stepped closer to me, curiosity filling those topaz eyes…curiosity and something else I couldn't place. I had been searching for eyes like is for quite some time now. I knew he was about to speak, I closed my eyes, waiting to hear my siren's song. He opened his mouth, but all I heard was…Janis Joplin? Confusion raked over me, and suddenly I felt that bubble lurch, pulling me into darkness. Janis Joplin was all I could hear. I opened my eyes, cursing my annoying ringtone, and answered my phone.
"Are you up yet?" I heard Alisia through the speaker.
"Yes, I'm up, and when I come pick you up, I might just kill you."
It was only a dream.