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I woke up to the mummer of voices, I was about to go back to bed when I realized one of the voices belonged to Dr. Cullen. The other one was lower, deeper, and husker. Now believe me when I say voice could make any women over 20 make their panties drop, but…but this voice, oh god, I think I just had a eargasm. I strained my ears to hear both men speak, I know I shouldn't be ease dropping, but I needed to hear that voice, just like I needed to breath, I don't know why I just do.

"….Next time be more careful, she almost saw you." said.

"Sorry," The other voice muttered, "I thought she wouldn't see me."

"Well, she almost did, and it caused her a fractured leg." said, now I was intrigued, because as far as I'm concerned I'm the only one in this side of the hospital that probably had a fractured leg.

"Yes, I understand, but please be more careful next time, remember if one thing goes wrong, even a human like her could expose us." Huh, humans, expose, WTF are they talking about, but I never found out because soon their voices started to fade as they left the door that opens up to my room and down the hallway.

After that I was wide awake, and ready to go to the bathroom. Thank god they took the needles and heart monitor off of me. Now my objective; get to the bathroom. Let me tell you it is not easy getting out of a hospital bed with a cast on your right foot. I had to grab the crutches so I didn't put too much pressure on it. I finally got to the bathroom and relived myself, now with my brilliant brain I thought I could make it from the toilet to the sink which, quite latterly was two steps away. Well what do you know; those to steps make a whole lot of difference.

So that's how I found myself face planted on the floor, I hissed some incoherent words that are not meant to me herd by children, in pain. I then started to army crawl my way to the crutches by the toilet, first thing first I crawled my way up the toilet so I was sitting on it and then grab the crutches, now to wash my hands. How am I supposed to do this, I grabbed the crutch that was in my right arm and somehow maneuvered it to my left hand to set on the wall besides the sink, I then happily washed my hands. All better.

I walked out of the bathroom and froze, okay I understand that now-a-days or just yesterday I've been going on and on about how beautiful people are, -cough, but fudge I wouldn't mind jumping the hunk in front of me. His back was facing me, giving me a—and must I say a wonderful— view of his gluteus-maximus, that fit just fine in his jean shorts. I eyed his very russet tan skin that could only belong to what I believe a Native. My eyes trailed up the very, very, form fitting t-shirt he was wearing. Just from looking from behind I could tell he was very muscular in a lean way. He was very tall too, if he lifted his arms I think he could of touch the ceiling, and the ceiling was pretty tall, maybe 7 feet high in length. His shoulder blades tensed up, making his shirt ripple, he then turned around.

If I thought his backside looked jump worthy then, good lord his front was drool worthy, speaking of drool. I put my hand against my mouth that was probably dripping with drool, thank goodness it wasn't. I looked up from checking my mouth—which desperately needed to get brushed—and skimmed his torso—which by the way showed off the starting of abs. You could also see his pecks on his breasts that were probably the size of my hands when they are spread out. I then proceeded to look up into his face and lingered on his lips. I wouldn't say this often because full lips on dudes face makes them look like a fish, but he pulled them off in a seductive pouty way. I then skimmed his long button nose that were graced with high defined check bones and just above them were his eyes. His eyes were like pools of dark chocolate that could be considered black; they were framed with thick long eyelashes that left little crescent shaped shadows on his cheeks. He also had jet black hair that curled around his ears that made a little ringlet. I swooned, and I think my panties just dropped. Not good, definitely not good. I could see, and may I dare say, he was checking me out, finally his eyes locked on to my own and it seemed like something just snapped in place inside of me and suddenly I had a strange urge to walk up to him and let myself fall into him.

He just gave me a look of confusion, and then there was love and adoration in his eyes. He then wore the goofiest grin that screamed love. I had to blink with how bright his smile was. Then a logical question crossed my mind, why the heck is he doing in my hospital room, I mean not that I mind he could join me anytime, but it still didn't make sense as why he was in here.

"Um…What are you doing in here?" I asked softly kind of flustered at the way he was looking at me.

"Um, uh… Carlisle—I mean sent me here to tell you that he will be in here shortly to do a check up on you, because he noticed you were out of your bed, and…uh made sure you didn't hurt yourself, while uh…going to the bathroom." He blushes slightly, and OMGoulash he was the person with the eargasm voice. He looked like was going to say something to me again when —who I recently learned was named Carlisle—walked in. I was still startled by his beauty,but since hunk over here came, it really didn't bother me.

"Hello Ms. Mason, I see you have met Seth." Carlisle says to me, oh so that's the beauty that I had the honor of setting my eyes on.

"Well, Ms. Mason if you would just sit on your bed and let me do a checkup on you, you should be gone in a jiffy after your parents come pick you up of course." I just nodded my head trying not to laugh, I mean who says jiffy, it's the 21st century, and it sounds like something my grandmother would say. I walked—more like hobbled to the bed and sat down on it. I was happy that I took off my hospital gown yesterday and changed into some black leggings and a t-shirt that had my schools logo which consists of a jaggier with the colors of blue and gold.

I shivered next when tapped my knee with two of his fingers, it was like yesterday, but I still didn't get use to his cold fingers. He then proceeded to take a stethoscope and check my heartbeat; it was silent for about a minute. That was when I noticed Seth was still in the room, he noticed me staring because he looked up at me and gave me a smile that made my heart beat go faster, I looked away to hide my blush. If heard my heart beat faster he didn't show it. He then went through the other normal procedures. He check my blood pressure, check my eyes sight, checked my throat, nose, and ears. He then asked how my head was.

"Um… It doesn't hurt as bad as it did when I woke up yesterday." I say to him, out of the corner of my eye I saw Seth flinch. Huh, wonder why?

"Well that's good, to help the pain in your head and," He then pointed to my right leg, "foot."

"M'kay." I say to him.

"Alrighty, I believe you're set and ready to go. I'll go grab you a wheelchair. Seth, come with me?" asked more as an order and not a question.

A few minutes later He came back in with my grandmother and mother in tow. Seth wasn't with him, and for some reason I was disappointed. I glared at the wretched thing called a wheel chair, uh I hate them things, and they make me look weak. Now if I have to tell you one thing, it's that we Mason women do not like to be perceived as weak.

"Oh, get over it. You did this to yourself." My grandmother said, like she read my mind. I grumbled some more and then sulked my way to the wheel chair, hobbling included. I then sat my arse down in the chair. I then gave my crutches to my mother. I looked up when started speaking to us.

"Remember to let your leg rest on a pillow and take the pills that I prescribed you, and remember to not do any tedious work." He then proceeded to tell us goodbye and left.

When we're in the car a questioned popped up in my mine from last night.

"Hey did you get the apple, which caused this." I then pointed to my leg.

I looked out the window sulking, as my family, grandparents, and aunts, uncles, and cousins walked out to the field where the picnic will be held and fireworks will be seen, and while they are going to have fun at the picnic I am forced to stay at the house because, A) my mother said that I am to stay here and keep my foot up on a pillow to heel and b) to get to the field where the picnic is you have to go by foot, and obliviously I can't do that, and hell no am I getting into that wretched wheel chair again.

So here I am, aaaaaaaalll alone were some crazed murderer could come in with a chain saw and kill me. That would blow. I mean first my leg then that. It would happen though with my luck I had to day. It's so unfair; I don't even get to have the apple pie that my grandma made with the apple that caused all my distress.

I grabbed my bowl of popcorn which had M&Ms in with it. I grumbled in misery and channel surf the TV and landed on Titanic. It was at the begging so I started watching that.

After three hours of watching Kate Winslet and Leonardo Dicaprio and how their love was so beautifully tragic I decided I wanted to read Romeo and Juliet. I didn't bring my copy of it with me. But I knew that my grandma had a copy of it in storage so I when to the stairs. Here is where the problem arises. My grandparents have a two story house, that looks like a plantation house from the south, which it isn't because where up north, In Oregon.

Me being a problem solver decided that I would crawl up the stairs. You're probably thinking now, she has got a broken leg why the hell would she risk of breaking another body part. Simple: I really, really, really want to read that book. I put my crutches against the railing and slowly but surely climbed up the stairs. When I got to the top I went to guest bedroom that my mom and dad where staying in. I went over to closet where I last saw where it was.

I opened up the door and grabbed on to the shelves to pull me up I then put my hands up on the shelf. I searched blindly since the shelf with the book was up high. I moved my hand around until I hit something hard. I knew it wasn't a book because it was to hard to be a book I grabbed it though, in curiosity. It turned out to be a green box. I then hopped on my one foot to the bed. Nearly fell twice. I opened the box and saw that there was a few letters from great gramps, my grandparents wedding invitations and some pictures. I looked through the pictures, and came across one of my great grandpa and another boy. They both look to be in their teens. They sat next to each other all proper and regal, the only thing that looked off about the picture is that instead of having solemn faces they were both smiling with those charming crooked smiles that the Masen men seem to get; like they were sharing an inside joke.

I clearly recognized my great grandfather. He had flat hair and he was a bit more bulky, he had a chiseled jaw that was showing little sprouts of hair, his eyes that I where guessing like mine, had lightness to them. He had what I like to call "dumbo" ears, with a hawk nose. The other boy was just like my grandfather except he was lankier and had curly hair. I turned the photo to see that there was writing on it.

Fredrick C. Mason and

Edward A. Mason.

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