A/N : This story was basically inspired by a part of my brain which constantly wondered about how Bella's life would've been as a fangirl, someone I'd relate to more than every other role she's portrayed in Twilight fanfiction. Why? Well, if you tell me you the idea of Bella staying up to catch livestreams and reblogging on Tumblr till the sun came up wasn't relatable or intriguing to you, a fellow Twilight fangirl, then you're just LYING.

Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just another fan who fangirled over her characters and now I'm going to make one of them fangirl for you.. ASKASHKJASJ HERE YOU GO :D

Isabella Fangirl Swan

Preface

You know when you're five and they ask you what you want to be when you grow up and you say things like "astronaut" and "president" or a "princess"? And when you're ten they ask you again and you say "rockstar", "cowboy" or "a gold medalist"? Yeah, you believe you can be all that. Your parents make you feel that way, tell you every day how special you are to them, you're their little "princess" or that their "big boy" is going to become the President of the United States one day. You grow up, planning to get a job, make good fortune. They make you believe that. Candy floss and Easter bunnies are replaced with iPods and sneakers, and then you think, maybe they were wrong. Maybe our parents aren't as smart as we thought we were.

Well, at least that's how things worked in the past. I'm Isabella Marie Swan and I'm sixteen years old. My parents didn't tuck me in at night with Cinderella or Peter Pan. I was brought up in a very conservative environment, I wasn't allowed to play with boys after I turned ten and wasn't familiar with the joys of staying up.

Let me do that again. I'm Isabella Marie Swan and I'm sixteen years old. I can't talk to people like your average human being and I'm extremely, socially, awkward. I stay in on weekends not just because I'm not allowed to go out, but because after sixteen years of not knowing what freedom means, I've decided I don't care. I'm tired of playing the damsel when there's no actual distress, there's only so much time you can cry over how you're not granted the things in life your friends seem to take for granted, like having a friend over on weekends or going to the mall without your mom. After some time, you accept.

No you don't accept nothing good is happening to you, but you accept you're looking for the right things in all the wrong places. And maybe there's more to life than a best friend you text every day, you realize maybe that best friend doesn't even have to live in your own country. There's more to life than school and social ladders.

I promise this is the last time I'm doing this, but yeah, I'm Isabella Marie Swan and I'm sixteen years old. I'm a twihard, tribute, potterhead and demigod. I'm a Whovian and I'm Sherlocked. I ship Destiel to pieces and ask people to get me a bucket for my "creys" only to have them give me a once over and question my sanity. I pull all-nighters to catch livestreams and have that sense of humor anyone who spends their life on Tumblr does. I know how to pronounce "gif" and spend my nights bawling over angsty Johnlock fanfiction. I have no social life, but I have 4,345 followers on Tumblr and 3,260 followers on Twitter. I have Narnian best friends from over the world who I can Kik at three in the morning. No, not because they'll be there for me, or maybe they will, but because of time zones, you know?

So blame me if you will, for putting my fandoms on the top of my priority list, over food, sleep, grades, social life, and lord forbid, human beings. I became a fangirl because reality became too drowning. And this is pretty much the biggest "fuck you" I can give my parents.

So maybe you and I have a different idea of revenge, and maybe some parents would consider themselves lucky if their daughter stayed up late encouraging her fangirl self to watch an entire season of American Horror Story. I mean, at least she wasn't out partying all night or doing pot with her boyfriend, right? Well, my parents don't get that, they don't see that. They're not like the parents from the 21st century. So a "fuck you", it is, when your daughter, the very one you forbade to read romantic novels, writes smut to pass time and draws cheesy fanart of the gay couples she ships.

The bummer here? That's my secret. My not-so-dirty little secret. I'm a fangirl. I know it, my fandom knows it, but nobody else does. I have friends I talk to everyday but don't question what I'm up to at home after the first ten times I said I couldn't go out with them. But because they would suspect and suspicion is a bad thing, I coerce my family into letting me go every now and then and concoct stories about birthday parties where my friends "cut cakes" to celebrate their birth. Yeah, right.

I'm the girl who doesn't say much at school, who people don't mind being around. No, I'm not an outlaw. Actually, I'm the opposite. I'm a part of the stereotypical "cool" clique, even though I don't know how I landed myself a permanent position there. I'd say it has to do with opposites attracting. My friends need my silence to balance out all the craziness they weave around them.

Like I said, maybe you wouldn't sum this up to someone being a rebel even though I like to think I'm one. Let's just say, if you knew me, you'd say differently, very differently.

A/N : Yeah, that's short, as far as prefaces go, but that's all you had to know before starting to read! I know you're gonna ask me how the hell Bella could be a twihard, I'm working on my answer to that question, I promise!