Author's Note
Don't own Twilight, just my imagination. Though I really don't own that either.
This is my first fanfic story so please be gentle.
It's time for another visit.
One more that involves fake smiles, nervous laughs, and awkward eye contact.
You would think that after so many years doing what we do that we would get caught. Or at least tell them the truth. But no. Anytime somebody asks a question about it it's like we're deeper in the web of lies.
Any and everything that comes out of our mouths is anything but reality. Much like that stuff teenagers watch on TV. All fake, 24/7.
As I start packing my phone goes off, a text from my sister tells me 'be safe'.
Remember be gentle and tell me what you think. Do you like? Should I continue? R&R.
