A/N: Okay, I am continuing anyway. I have gotten ONE person to review. Lame. REVIEW peoples. por favor. necesito lo para vivir. me encanta hablar spanglish. yup.

The Real Chapter One

Like sun and Phoenix. Things I could always count on. My life so far had been the Bella/ Lynne show. always. I knew nothing else. (A/N TITLE!!!)

But somehow things were starting to change. Like at school. Lynne found Tina. Tina was exactly what I wasn't. Pretty, popular, coordinated. That hurt.

These revelations now gave me time that I never had had before. Time to think. Time to sit in the alcove of my room and draw. Draw a life I had read so many times and dreamed of even more. That fairy- tale life. You know, boy meets girl. one has a deadly secret, but they fall for each other nevertheless. And then they kiss and live happily ever after. My world was plummeting, for as much as I knew I would never find my Prince Charming, my fairytale ending, I still believed I could. That somehow my life would be worth a story. Somehow I was special.

My mother then knocked on my door. Agh, why did she have to interrupt these oh so glorious moments of mine?

"Bella, sweetie, it's time for dinner. And then I have book club with Georgette and you and Lynne have to baby-sit Harry."

"mom, do I have to?"

"Honey, yes you do. You know Harry's only 10 and Georgie and I thought that you and Lynne could pull this thing into a sleepover."

Believe me, that was the LAST thing I wanted to do. Harry was Lynne's annoying little brother. He had this infatuation with me, it scared me to the bones, but to Lynne, it was her nerdy brother flirting with her nerdy EX friend. And the sleepover, well, let's just say I wasn't the only one Lynne talked to at these things. Tina was always a cell- call away or the laptop was out and Lynne was typing away on what I thought was the most useless thing ever, Instant Messenger. I had a screen name, sure, but I never used it. I only had it because Lynne decided I needed one.

But there was no getting out of this. These sleepovers used to be a privilege. Now they were a curse. But grumpling, I just placed my non descript pajamas into my beach bag and worked my way down the stairs, muttering a goodbye to Phil on my way out. Let the games begin.

A/N: You will come to love/hate Lynne. Seriously, this is MY life we're talking about here. "Lynne" and I are on good terms now, but you should have seen us then. Just wait, I won't spoil. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW.