This may not seem relevant to the prologue, but it will all become clear soon. Anyway, it took a while even in the real book of Twilight to get into the plot and see what the prologue was about.

I do not own Twilight. It belongs to Stephenie Meyer, the genius who created the characters I think about constantly. If only there was a real life Edward Cullen…

Chapter 1

"Your turn, Bella." Emmett said, handing me the controller. I groaned.

"Emmett, I'm really not in the mood for computer games." I ignored Alice's amused laugh, and pushed the controller into Edward's hands. Emmett stopped protesting and grinned, ready to challenge Edward.

I smiled at the two of them, and moved over to Alice's side. Alice had so kindly agreed to edit my essay, making sure I had no mistakes.

"Bella, this is really good. I don't think you've made any mistakes. I can't see any." She handed it back to me, smiling. I smiled at the double meaning of her words.

"Thanks Alice, you're an angel." I sighed. I sat the book down beside me, and a thought struck me. "Alice…what did I get for it?"

Alice glanced at me, a grin playing on her lips. "Edward would kill me if I told you."

"I certainly would." Edward didn't even look up from the game. When he and Emmett got started, they didn't stop until someone lost. I laughed.

"Is that even possible?" I teased. "Besides, it's only finding out what I got for my hard work, not what to put on my work."

Alice nudged me and mouthed the words 'A plus'. I mouthed a thank you, and looked up as Esme walked into the room. She glanced at Edward and Emmett, and shook her head.

"Boys." Esme smiled at me. "How are you, Bella?"

"As long as I'm not the one playing, I'm fine." I smiled in return. Esme let out a soft laugh. I turned as I heard the crash of the game, meaning someone had lost.

"No way!" Emmett yelled. Edward grinned. Jasper walked into the room. He sent Emmett a sympathetic glance.

"Edward, it's nearly time for me to go. I've got that thing tonight." I reminded him. Alice tilted her head, curious.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"Charlie wants me to go to dinner with him to meet someone. A female someone." I explained.

I myself hadn't believed it. Charlie was going out with someone. I hadn't met her, but Charlie had told me that her name was Natalie, she was two years younger than he, and she worked as a journalist. That's how they had met. I didn't know what to think, I was happy that Charlie had met someone, but I didn't want to share him, not when we had just started getting close.

"What are you wearing?" Alice's question didn't surprise me. I shrugged, and she rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "I'll take you home and get you ready. I have no doubt Emmett will want a rematch, anyway."

Edward looked up, trying to guess my thoughts on the matter. I saved him the trouble.

"Fine with me. Edward?" I asked.

"I'll see you tonight. I'll be there about ten." Edward said, ignoring Emmett's curses over the game. Emmett snapped a word that caused Esme to raise her eyebrows in disapproval, and earned him a lecture. Jasper and Alice exchanged amused glances.

Edward swiftly stood up, and kissed my lips gently. He touched my cheek, his cold fingers brushing my cheekbone, and murmured, "Stay out of trouble."

My heart pace quickened, and I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I blushed, feeling the gaze of four of his family members. Then he let me go.

Alice hopped into my truck, and I momentarily wondered what it was like to be that graceful, to never stumble or trip, but to glide.

"So, where are you going?" Alice asked.

"Over to her house, from what Charlie said. She sounds nice, and I just want him to be happy. Mom found Phil, Charlie needs to find someone too." I gazed out the window, not used to the speed we were driving at. Alice had no need to challenge driving laws, unlike certain vampires I knew.

"Mmm…" Alice kept driving, her golden eyes focused on the road. I decided to voice the question I had been aching to ask for weeks, but hadn't been able to without Edward listening. It wasn't often I had the chance. So I made the most of it.

"Alice…has my future changed?" I prayed she would keep the conversation out of her thoughts. Edward already knew that I asked Alice the things I wouldn't dare ask him.

"Your future regarding…?" She trailed off, waiting for me to finish her sentence.

"Me becoming one of you." I gazed at my leg, trying to work out how long it had been since I'd had the cast off. About three weeks, I decided. Alice finally broke the silence.

"Bella…never repeat this to Edward…but nothing has changed it. Even after we argue with him, it never changes. It's always the same." She glanced at my face; her own filled with questioning, and asked, "Do you want it to change?"

"Never." I went back to staring out the window. We were back to my house in a few minutes.

Alice started going through my, embarrassingly pitiful, wardrobe. She finally pulled out a pair of blue jeans, and a white blouse.

"Put these on." She ordered. I meekly slid the clothes on, and tried to be patient as she fussed over my hair. I tried not to look smug when she couldn't get it to stay how she wanted, but she had her revenge when she pulled out her mascara wand.

"No." I knew my face was a mask of horror.

"Yes." Alice's voice was as firm as my own.

When I was ready to go, I felt like I had been on a reality show. Alice loved making me her special 'project'. Like those makeover shows Mom used to be addicted to.

Alice left just as Charlie got home. He took half an hour to be ready, and I was surprised when he came downstairs. He looked…nice.

"Ready, Bells?" It occurred to me that he was as nervous as I was. I gulped, nodding, and followed him to the car.

Natalie met us in the driveway at her house. Her house was modern, small, yet cosy. Natalie was nice, with honey coloured curls, and green eyes. She was slender, but dressed modestly. She held out her hand.

"You must be Bella. Is it okay if I call you Bella, or do you prefer Isabella?" Natalie's question surprised me; I was used to people just going with my full name.

"Bella's fine." I assured her.

"It's so lovely to finally meet you. Your father's told me all about you. And I'm glad you healed so well. If you need anything, or feel uncomfortable, feel free to speak up." She was sweet; she just wanted me to like her.

I took to her instantly and, over dinner, answered her questions. She had been told that Edward was my boyfriend, and she asked me about him, she asked about school, about Phoenix, and my ambitions for the future. I nearly laughed when she asked what I wanted to be in a few years time, because all I wanted to be was a vampire. I faked it, though, and said that I wasn't sure, but college was definitely an option.

I also asked her questions, how she met Charlie, what kind of stories she wrote, what the biggest one she'd ever done was, that sort of thing. She answered all truthfully, and even offered to have me come in to the office someday, to see how it all worked.

When it came time to leave, Charlie was reluctant, and I found myself wondering what it would be like to have her around permanently. I climbed in the car, and faced Charlie's interrogations.

"What did you think of her?" Charlie was desperate for my approval, he wouldn't see her if I didn't want it.

"She's nice, Dad. You got a good one." I smiled. Charlie asked me questions until we reached home. He opened the door, and, as I started walking upstairs, called out after me.

"Bells?"

"Yes, Dad?" I stopped walking, and turned, to see an odd expression on his face, one I hadn't seen directed at me before. It was gratitude.

"Thanks."

"Anytime." I kept walking up the stairs, checking the time on the clock. Ten past eleven. I darted into my room, and Edward was sitting on the bed. He smiled when he saw me, and I knew I blushing as his eyes scrutinized me.

"It's still not fair, you know. You look entirely too tempting…" He murmured, wrapping his arms around me. I laughed.

"As usual, thank Alice." It was hard to speak.

"How was it? Or rather, how was she?" Edward let go, and examined my eyes.

"It went really well, in all honestly. She was sweet, and just wanted to get along with me. She really cares about Charlie, you could tell. They make a good couple." I answered truthfully. Edward nodded.

"I'm glad it all went well. Charlie seems like he could use someone to replace your mother." Edward frowned and glanced at the door. "Speaking of Charlie, he's considering whether to come up and see you, so I'd have your human moment now, or he'll wonder what you've been doing."

I reluctantly left his presence to shower and change into the new pyjamas Alice had bought me. It only took a few minutes, but it felt like years until I finally was in my angel's arms again.

I slid into the bed, feeling Edward's arms around me, and sighed.

"Sleep well, Bella." He whispered in my ear.

"If I start talking, block your ears." I warned, fighting off sleep. He gave a soft laugh, but then was gone. I opened my mouth to question, but Charlie opened my bedroom door.

"Bella?" I sat up at the sound of his voice, and Charlie turned my light on.

"What is it, Dad?" I tried to read his expression, but failed.

"Truthfully, does it concern you that I'm…I'm seeing…" His voice trailed off.

"No, Dad," I shook my head, "It really doesn't. Mom found someone; it's your turn. Don't worry about me, if I'm not happy with her, you'll know. Trust me."

"Okay." Charlie stood up and went to walk out the door. He stopped and turned at last minute, looking at me intently. "And Bella?"

"Yeah?" I wondered if Edward was listening. Probably, knowing him.

"I really do like Edward. He really cares about you, and I respect that. As you said before, you got a good one." The corners of his mouth turned up into a warm smile, and I returned it.

"Thanks Dad." He turned off the light, closing the door, and I felt Edward's arms around me again.

"You heard." I wasn't asking him, but stating the truth.

"Yes. I'm relieved that Charlie does like me. It wouldn't do for him to attempt to kill me, only to realise I can't die." I laughed at Edward's words. He joined in.

"I love your laugh." Edward murmured.

"And I love yours." I replied, rolling over to gaze into his perfect eyes. They were the last thing I saw before sleeping.

First chapter done. But I really do want opinions, on whether I'm out of character, on anything! The only thing I ask is that it's no flames, but nice, polite reviews, hinting that I've done this or that wrong. And, just a note, that is possibly the longest chapter I have ever written, so yeah.

So please review, reviews are motivation, and I need motivation.

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