Dad and I were screwed. I am sorry, but I'm not my sister. I don't cook, or clean. Or go grocery shopping. We mostly just ended up eating cereal for breakfast, a bologna sandwich for lunch and some microwave dinner variety for supper. Today it was Cheerios. Not exactly my favorite. But dad insisted that he watch his cholesterol. Whatever. He couldn't even spell cholesterol.

I've been here for a week, and I already miss mom and sis. Mostly on home-based reasons but they are reasons. I really don't like it here. At all. It's never sunny. I used to go out with my friends all the time back in Phoenix. Bella was more into staying inside, but I loved playing in the dirt and digging holes and stuff in the backyard when we were little. Mom hated it, but she tolerated me.

It was raining today. It has the whole week actually. I almost thought it would flood or something like waking up the next morning and the whole downstairs would be full of puddles. But dad says that the city has great drainage and whatnot. I don't know anything about drainage, but it must be pretty good if it can suck up all the buckets of rain we've had this week. Dad says it's normal whether. Ha.

I wasn't really concerned about Edward Cullen.

I pitied him. But I wasn't like those other girls in town who dream of him every night. Come on, he's just some guy. A really sexy guy, but still just another guy. I've had my share of all types of guys and Edward Cullen just spelled disaster. I knew an 'Edward Cullen' back in my hometown. And I swore to myself I'd stay away from guys like that.

Guys like Edward Cullen are cocky. He's got the whole town in the palm of his hand. Yet that is a dangerous place. Any moment he could just squeeze the life out of it and break it. I don't associate with people like that. Sorry Cullen kid.

"Hey Gabby, put the milk back in the fridge will you?" Dad sputtered through a mouth full of Cheerios. I rolled my eyes at him, not really wanting to get up yet. I was tired. The little breaking-in from last night didn't really bother me, but I couldn't get back to sleep for anything. I got up anyway.

"Dad, school starts in a week. Are you going to let me drive the truck or what?" I asked, popping open the almost empty fridge and tossing the milk box making it slide to the back with practiced ease. He had to let me take it. Bella couldn't take it with her, they didn't have the money to drive two cars. And lets face it. Jacob's bug was better on gas mileage than her rust bucket. Plus they were deciding on buying a new car anyway. At least that's what Bella said in her last letter.

He looked at me thoughtfully. What was the big deal?

"Well… I guess it would be alright. Better to put that thing to use than let it sit out there forever," He sighed. I grinned with Triumph.

"Could I take it for a practice spin? Completely educational." I was excited, even if I were only driving an old hand-me-down truck. Probably the best thing that's happened to me all week. Unpacking was boring you know.

Dad looked reluctant, I could see it in his crinkled brow. He pursed his lips in thought.

"The roads are a little slick. So be careful. Don't stay gone too long," He grabbed the morning paper and flipped to some random column article. Then stuffed some more Cheerios into his frowning mouth.

"Thanks Dad!" I leapt out of the kitchen and grabbed the keys to the truck while jumping into my new rain boots. Then I slide into my also new raincoat and managing to open the door mid way through the last sleeve.

"I hope you don't drive like you get ready," He mumbled over his probably empty bowl of cereal, his comment on my rushing only making me laugh.

"Actually they are pretty similar. Ask mom," I laughed and slide through the opened door. I bet that worried him, I thought. It wasn't true though. I'm a damn good driver. Better than mom's new guy at least. I know that because I beat him in a street race back at home. He didn't believe that I was good until he had me on the street. And boy did I prove him wrong.

The rain was in mist right now, just floating down from the sky and sprinkling my face. A gentle wind tugged at my jacket, the bitterness of the chill making me shiver. I pulled up on my hood and jumped over a shallow puddle. A nice day, huh?

It took me about three seconds to get to the parked truck next to dad's vehicle. Comparing them, they looked like two cars from two different decades. Lucky me.

I unlocked the driver side door, surprised that there was even locks on it. Who would want to steal this old thing anyway?

My hood was blocking most of my eyesight, so I kind of didn't see that Edward Cullen was sitting in the passenger seat. When I did, I let out a lame yelp and jumped back a foot. What the hell was he doing in (now) my truck?!

"What the hell?" Was all I could say. Seriously, did this guy love scaring people or something? How did he get in my truck anyway? I just unlocked the door!

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice all hard and angry. I had to blink for a second to understand.

"Wait a minute. Your in MY truck and your asking ME what I'M doing?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"Who do you think you are? You can't just barge in here. Your not welcome here, buddy." I pointed my finger at him, totally sure my face read disgust. He stared at it thoughtfully.

"Well, I'm curious to why you are driving Bella's old truck," He asked, a different expression now blooming on his face. I couldn't quite read it though. He almost looked, well, sad.

I felt my eyebrow shoot up with surprise.

"Well, Edward Cullen," I judged him with my eyes, staring him up and down with distaste. "The reason why it's Bella's 'old truck' is because it's mine now. So get lost!" He stared at me in silence. Why didn't he just get out!? My head was starting to spin…

He started to lean over to me, the leather in his rain jacket squeaking. I leaned back, pressing myself against the cold wetness of the foggy window. My breath sighed into fast puffs of spiral smoke, fading into the air around us. I actually felt scared, my heard pounding faster and faster. What was he going to do?

His sunny gold eyes looked deep in my eyes, studying me with obvious curiosity. They grew bigger and more intense as he inched closer and closer to me, his figure declining with mine making us almost horizontal. I crossed my arms as a barrier, not wanting any contact with his body. Yet he placed one hand on the steering wheel and one on the back of the driver's seat for leverage.

"I look like her?" I asked gently. Even if the guy annoyed me and crept me out, I had a feeling he was in deep hurt from Bella. That's why he was so against me driving this truck I guess. If he seen me driving it down the street it would bring back some painful memories.

A pained expression pulled at his face, creating a deep frown.

I was right.

He had to look away for a second, pulling back to where he was sitting before. I scooted back up into my first position, my breathing more calm now that I new his intensions. I should have known he would hurt me or anything, but it still was in the back of my mind. You can't be too careful with guys. I figured that out the hard way, unfortunately.

"What do you want from me Edward? I'm not Bella. Things didn't work out for you two. I'm sorry about that. But you have to move on, right?" I did feel kind of bad, knowing that I'm probably reminding him of what he lost.

"Your not Bella," He sighed, rubbing his face as if trying to erase some bad thoughts. Pity pulled my heart strings.

"No, but you can go on with out her. Trust me, it gets easier. I know it. I've went through-"

"No. Your not Bella. You look like her but…" He clutched his fists, looking desperate for words.

"What are you saying?" I asked, really confused.

"You don't understand. Your not Bella. Do you know what that means?" Light seemed to spark in his eyes, a revolution unraveling inside.

"Not really." Seriously, this guy was starting to act coo coo for cocoa puffs.

"I'm cured. It's okay now. I'm over Bella." He looked… relieved? Just a second ago he looked anguished and depressed.

"How? A second ago you were-"

"Because of you."

"Me? What did I do?"

"Your not Bella."

"Okay, I'm glad your happy but you seriously have got to stop saying that,"

Then he laughed. A real laugh, one that lightened his eyes with a mesmerizing fire. I could see why girls swoon.

"No Gabrielle. Your not Bella. That means that I can actually look at you without seeing her. Every girl I've known or met I keep comparing her to Bella. But I can you as you now. You're a totally different person than her. I can see it. You look like her, yes. But you are so different from her. I thought that you two would be alike somehow, yet you're her opposite. You proved to me that I can find someone else." Edward spoke with a lovely smile, one I hadn't seen before. He looked truly happy. I couldn't help but feel proud that I had helped his breakthrough. It's not everyday that you change a life.

I hadn't known that he was changing mine too.