Disclaimer: All the wonderful Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, however the story 'The Perfect Man' belongs to me

Disclaimer: All the wonderful Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, however the story 'The Perfect Man' belongs to me.

I was hoping for more reviews, but I'm very grateful for the ones I got! Thanks again for reviewing, and here is the promised chapter for today!

Chapter Two: Loner

Lizzy POV

Mom practically ripped the door off its hinges as aunt Bella stopped the car in the driveway. She yanked me out and surveyed my outfit quickly, whipping out her makeup case.

"Lizzy, you look wonderful! But you need a touch up here, a few swipes here, and a little bit here…" she muttered as she worked her magic on my face.

"Done!" I rolled my eyes at my mom. Sometimes, I swear, she acts younger than a twelve year old.

Now, I loved my mom dearly. From the first time I met her I knew that she cared for me deeply, ever more than anyone else had ever did. For that, I was eternally grateful.

Living in the orphanage really sucked. Sometimes I wished that I could suddenly forget the first 13 years of my life, and just start from when I first was adopted. Sadly, that could never happen.

Since I've been growing up into my adolescent years, mom has been asking if I wanted to try and find my biological mother. The first time she mentioned this, I was surprised. I was confused. I wasn't sure if I wanted to meet the person who had abandoned me the day after I was born, but a part of me wanted to find her. I wasn't ready yet, but someday, I would want to meet my true mother, maybe true father.

I mused over these thoughts quietly, to myself. I wasn't much of an outgoing person, so I often kept to myself in school. Usually, I had only a few friends-Aaron and one or two girlfriends.

I tried to avoid my past as much as I could with others. In fact, I had never told my full story to anyone, not even Aaron. My past was not something to be proud of, and I was too scared to come to terms with it.

"We better go in, Lizzy. The party is already starting and your dad will want to see you." Bella smiled at me, taking me hand and leading me into the house, mom already sprinting up the steps quickly. Aunt Bella and I both froze, taking in the sight before us. How my mom could run so quickly in heels, I would never understand. Out of the blue, we started laughing together.

Grandpa and grandma were standing in the doorway of the room, and I hugged them instantly when I saw them. "Grandpa! I missed you!" My grandpa, Carlisle, spun me around, laughing.

"Lizzy, honey, how are you?" My grandma asked. I smiled at her, giving her two quick kisses on the cheek. "Never been better! You two look awesome!"

They did. Carlisle and Esme both looked young for their age, and they both looked stunning in their formal clothing. Carlisle was the doctor who had helped me when I first came to Forks, and he was the one who introduced me to the family. It felt strange calling him my grandfather, but I loved him dearly.

Esme was a very loving woman. She was kind, and she loved me like a long lost daughter. It was easy to see why Carlisle loved her as much as he did, and she loved him the same back. Seeing them together always calmed me down, and I knew that I would never want to be anywhere else; I would always want to be together with my family.

Aunt Bella, although she isn't my true aunt, she still is my aunt figuratively. Her parents, Renee and Charlie Swan had died in a terrible car crash when she was high school. They were heading back from a dinner party in Seattle; Bella hadn't been with them because she had a lot of schoolwork and tests to study for. On the way back, they had hit some black ice and the car slipped, spinning and smashing into another car coming the other way. Charlie had died upon impact, and Renee died from internal bleeding later in the hospital. The other cars occupant had survived with heavy injuries. Bella had been best friends with Alice all her life, so after her real parents died, Carlisle and Esme took her into the family and they had always loved her like she was their blood daughter. Although aunt Bella was always happy with Carlisle and Esme, she often told me that she missed her real parents, and wished that they could have been here to see her graduate and go to college.

Begin Flashback

"Aunt Bella? Are you okay?"

Aunt Bella was crying, tears rolling down her cheeks. She made no sound, but the tears were there, falling slowly down her face. Her face turned up to look at me, and she sniffled slightly. I could see that she was shivering, so I ran into her bedroom and brought out a blanket for her. I wrapped it around her, hopefully making her warmer.

"Thank you, Lizzy." I nodded my head, and scooted closer to her on the couch. I took an edge of the blanket and huddled closer with her. My sight drifted over to the calender hanging on the wall, and I realized what date it was. I looked outside at the slowly falling snow.

Turning my head, I saw that Bella was looking at the calender too. "Aunt Bella...It's that day, right?" She looked at me, pain clearly showing in her eyes.

"I wish they could be here, Lizzy. So much has happened since then, and I wish they could be here with me, talking to me, just being there for me. Why, out of all the people in the world, why did it have to happen to them?" She was sobbing now, her cries racking her small form.

"Shh, Aunt Bella, they didn't plan for this to happen. It just happened. Please, calm down." I tried pleading with her, anything to calm her down.

When she kept crying, for the first time in my life I felt truly desperate. I was so scared, seeing Bella like this. She was always so kind, so loving, that it broke my heart when she was this sad.

"Why, Lizzy, why them?"

I sighed sadly. "I'm thinking the same thing, Aunt Bella."

End Flashback

I was brought out of my thoughts when mom clinked the silverware on the champagne glass. "Time for dinner! Let's head into the dining room!" I laughed at my mom's naturally cheery nature, and followed everyone through to the dining room.

Dinner passed by quietly, each of us conversing quietly with another. We talked about the weather, recent news, and just basically about our lives. I noticed that Aunt Bella was the most quiet, smiling slightly once or twice, but for the most part, silent. I felt a pang in my chest when I looked at her, so I touched her arm gently, looking at her curiously. She gave me a small smile, but i noticed that it didn't reach her eyes.

After dinner, dad put some music on and danced with mom. Soon, everyone was dancing with their dates, having a fun time. I smiled at the sight before me, watching everyone twirl around effortlessly.

I admired how gracefully my mom danced, with my dad leading her through the entire waltz. Feeling suddenly thirsty, I returned to the kitchen, getting a cup of water. I saw Aunt Bella standing by the counter, storing all the food in the refridgerator.

"Why are you in here, Aunt Bella? Let's go out in the living room-everyone else is in there!" She laughed lightly, closing the door to the fridge. "Let me finish up here, and I'll join you outside." I walked out of the kitchen back into the living room. A few moments later, Aunt Bella joined me, sitting by me on the couch.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw how she looked at everyone who was dancing. Turning my attention back to the dancers, I saw my dad and mom share a sweet kiss, and I awwed to myself. But when I turned back to look at Bella, I saw that she had a look on her face that was wistful, longing.

I mentally slapped myself as I realized why. Bella was here alone, without a date or a boyfriend. She told me that although she had been on dates back in high school and college, she had never been in love, and that was what she had always wanted.

It was easy to see how in love my mom and dad with, along with Carlisle and Esme, Rosalie and Emmett. I wasn't too sure of it, but I swear I saw a single tear roll down Bella's face, disappearing as quickly as it first appeared.

Seeing my aunt like this made me sad, and I could no longer feel as happy as I did earlier. Of course, Aunt Bella was lonely. She had never had a decent boyfriend; all the boys she had dated were jerks, only going out with her for sex, not love. What she wanted was a true gentlemen, the 'perfect man', she had put it.

Summer was almost here, and I needed a project to work on. Suddenly, a bulb lit on top of my head. That's it! I would pretend to be a 'perfect man' and hopefully make her happier, at least through the summer. Quickly, I thought about how I was going to do it. I would first have to get Bella to be in contact with this 'perfect man', through email and phone calls, possibly? Obviously, I needed to call and work from a safe place where she wouldn't be able to tell that it was totally made up. Secondly, I needed a model, someone who could help with devising the emails she would recieve from the 'perfect man', someone to base off of.

It was getting late, and I was slowly getting tired, from the track meet and the big decision I had made tonight. Tommorrow, I would talk with my best friends and figure something out.

As I watched everyone leave, saying their goodbyes and making plans to see each other again, I saw Aunt Bella trying to leave without causing a scene. I locked eyes with her, trying to cheer her up with a grin. She smiled back at me, holding a finger to her lips and smiling back. Her eyes were still holding a trace of sadness, and I swore to myself that by the end of the summer, I would never have to see that in her eyes, ever again.

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