Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. The only things I own are Samantha and Brianne.

"How close are we now? I can't wait until we get there!" my little sister squealed. I rolled my eyes, but quickly. I didn't want to lose sight of the road while I was driving.

"I am going to search everywhere to see if I can find my Edward there. That is the most important thing on my list. And next is to see where everything is. The school, the Cullen house, even La Push." She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the last part.

"We already have an itinerary, Brianne. We're going to all of those places, and we will see everything from La Push to the school and the forest." Finding an Edward was not on the itinerary, but I wasn't going to rub that in her face, not if I wanted her to be quiet.

"Plans can change," Brianne sniffed. Then she changed the subject back to dear Edward again. "Edward has got to be the hottest thing around, don't you think? He's absolutely gorgeous and he acts like a gentleman. The perfect guy. No one else will ever quite match up." She sighed.

I snorted with laughter. "Of course no one will ever match up to him! Edward is a fictional character, as in, not real? Perfect people don't exist." I should know, I thought to myself. No matter how perfect you thought they were, they always failed.

"That's because you only pick losers. There's an Edward out there just waiting for you, I know it," my sister said confidently.

I wasn't about to argue with the 'picking losers' part; that would have been a lost cause. Because it was true. I've had a myriad of bad boyfriends. I've been cheated on by two of them, one of whom I walked in on. I found out that I was a cover for someone who was only pretending to be straight. I should have known he was gay, too. And I guess I also walked in on him as well. Not an experience I'd like to repeat. I've had guys try and rough me up. But I can take care of myself. Mostly. Cell phones with 911 on speed dial are my friends. So either I refuse to do what the guy wants (and they always want the same thing- talk about one track minds), and either he walks out or he limps out. Or I walk away, which is far more common. Mostly, they walk out, unless I get a really lucky kick or punch in there. And I'm so small, I guess it's mostly the surprise that lets me land it in the first place.

I'm not even going to mention the last one. Or the one before him. Or… Well, you get the picture. But Edward was still not my dream boyfriend.

"And what if I don't want an Edward?" I taunted.

She sat up in her seat and stared at me. "Edward Cullen kicks Jacob's butt!"

I smirked. Edward had flaws that were yet to appear, I was sure of it. No offense to all you Edward lovers out there, but I really do like the kid. He seemed like someone I could relate with easily. And he's not a vampire. I don't want Bella to end up with him, because I think he deserves better, or maybe better suited should be the term I want. But I guess you could say I'm on Team Jacob. I wanted a kid like Jacob, who admitted his flaws and worked on them. Well, not a kid, an adult. I was 19, and I wanted someone around my own age.

"They're both too young for me. And too old for you. And I believe I already mentioned the fact that they're not real?"

Brianne crossed her arms. "I don't care," she muttered, and stared out the window.

Finally the car was quiet from all of her chatter. My head was already hurting, and we still had a half hour of driving ahead of us. We continued on in silence, and I was left to my thoughts.

You'd think that after the constant arguments we had that Brianne would get over her childish Edward dreams, that I would knock some sense into the girl, hopefully before she got her heart broken. I didn't want her to end up like me, disillusioned and tired of romance. But she insisted that there was an Edward out there for her, and even though I knew it was impossible, I still wished that it could be true. Maybe that was why I kept going out with the losers, because I couldn't admit to myself that there wasn't someone out there for me. Maybe someday one of them would surprise me.

I shook the thoughts away. Even my mind wasn't a refuge at the moment. There was our exit. I pulled into the lane, and my car grumbled.

"We're almost there," I said. Brianne perked up instantly. I held up a hand. "Before we get there, I'm setting some ground rules. Cell phone stays on at all times, and on your person at all times. No leaving to go off somewhere by yourself, no going off without telling me period, no turning your phone to silent, and if I say to do something, do it immediately. I have to bring you home in one piece or Mom and Dad will kill me. Don't forget what nearly happened when Bella wandered off in Port Angeles. I don't have super senses to track you down with." Dear Lord, I was comparing things to Twilight. I have been spending way too much time around Brianne and her friends.

"Okay," she said meekly.

I raised my eyebrow. "Okay?"

"If you get too upset with me, you take me back early. I have to at least behave myself." She shrugged.

I stared at her for a moment, my eyes narrowing. Maybe I should use Twilight references more if they made her this compliant.

"Watch the road!" she scolded. "I don't want to die before we even get there. You just said you didn't have super senses."

I turned my gaze back to the road, but not before rolling my eyes again. This was going to be a long week.

You see, my sister made me read the Twilight books. She's a fan, in every sense of the word. While "rabid fan girl" might not apply to every fan her age, it was the easiest way to describe her. She's 14, and all I ever hear her talking about is how Edward is so amazing and that he would treat her better than anyone else ever has or ever will.

Well, I guess I actually read the books on my own, no coercion. It was just to see what all the fuss was about. If I read them, she'd stop bugging me about them right? Wrong. After I finished Eclipse, she grilled me. What did I like, what didn't I like, and how on earth could I not like it.

Oh, I'm sorry. You're probably wondering who I am, aren't you? My name is- was- Samantha Kincaid. I know, it sounds like one the American Girl characters. Meet Samantha! Well, I'm no American Girl. I'm just a cynical girl who has long since learned that Edward or people like him do not exist.

I'm too insecure. I don't want the perfect man, undead or not, because I would always be waiting for the other shoe to drop. Always. And it would drop, because perfection does not exist in the real world. Maybe he's gay, or he cheats. There has to be some flaw, and if I can't see it, then it must be the worst ones possible. Believe me, it's happened every time. Bella attracts danger; I attract jerks.

I don't know what attracts them to me. I look a lot younger than I am. Maybe it's that extra sense of innocence I have, I don't know. It's not as easy to fool me as you might think. I'm stubborn when I want to be.

I have long, straight, brown hair, and what I guess you could call delicate features. I had very large blue eyes that are set too far apart. I think they made me look like I have no intelligence. Maybe they think they can get laid because I'm stupid. Well, I got news for you- appearances can be deceiving. Yeah, I know, you've probably heard that one by now. So why doesn't anyone listen?

Everyone else says my eyes make me look like a child. I'm not sure if that's a compliment or an insult. I stand about 5'6", with a slim build, practically no curves, and am, of course, pale. Just like a vampire. Ugh.

Let me just put it out there. I hate vampires. I hate the idea that they prey on human blood, I hate the idea of living forever. My dream is to live a fulfilling life with the one I love, and then just drift off into eternity, lying in bed next to him. Of course, finding the love of my life comes before dying on my to-do list. I also hate blood. I faint at the sight of it. The whole idea of vampires I just find rather gross. I don't find it gross anymore, more… disturbing. I'll explain that later.

Dead and sexy are not compatible terms in my mind, let alone undead and sexy. I can just imagine being in Bella's predicament. "Hey, Charlie, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I'm in love with a corpse, and we're getting married this summer. You remember Edward, right?"

You are all probably thinking that if I hate vampires so much, what am I doing here, right? Well, I have my own story to tell. And it involves vampires. Real ones. I'll get there, I promise.

So I surprised my sister by telling her that I was on Team Jacob, simply because Jacob was the kid I would have chosen. We got into many arguments about that. She insisted that Edward was the only man for her, and Jacob was a jerk. I told her that even if Edward was real, he was in love with Bella, not Brianne. Brianne hated that she couldn't argue with that, and would end the argument by stomping off to her room and slamming the door.

What does this have to do with anything? Well, let me tell you.

Brianne was not just irritating me. She was irritating my parents, and my brother, who is not interested in romance of any kind, let alone fictional ones. He's only 12, for goodness sake. And they all decided that I was not irritated by all of this Twilight mania, and so I would take her with me to go see Forks this summer. Not that I was interested, but who was asking me?

We live in Oregon, so it's a not too big of a trip. And my parents offered to pay me, and I really needed a new car… To be honest, I wasn't quite sure it was up to the road trip. The muffler needed to be replaced, meaning it roared like a lion every time I stepped on the gas, and the white paint was chipping away, revealing large rusty spots. Its one saving grace was the fact that it got good gas mileage. Brianne loved it. It reminded her of Bella's truck.

Brianne was delighted and wouldn't let me back out of this trip. After all, I was a legal adult, so I had to be the one to take her. No one else was going to. And all I wanted was for her to shut up about Twilight. Reading the books hadn't worked, but maybe this trip would do it. That was my vain hope, anyway.

So there we were. The over-exuberant teenage fangirl, and her bitter older sister/babysitter, on a trip to Forks, Washington, the home of Twilight. We had no idea what we were in for.

AN: So that was chapter one. If you don't like Samantha right now (and that's understandable- I didn't like her at first) she will have some character changes. Keep that in mind.

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