Finally, I started writing again! I'm sorry for the long wait. If there are typos I'm sorry, I was in a hurry because I have to leave for vacation right now.

Will someone please tell these people in white coats that I own Twilight! They don't believe me...

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Oh lovely, my alarm clock. Always pleasant to wake up to.

I climbed reluctantly out of bed and turned it off.

It's freezing in here…and my bed looks so warm…and soft…I'll just lie down for a minute…

45 minutes later…………………………………………………………………………………………………………….

"ROSE!! GET OUT OF BED NOW!! YOU'RE GOING TO MISS THE BUS!!"

Not again…I glanced at the clock.

Shoot!! I was suddenly a whirlwind of activity throwing clothes on, packing my bag, brushing my hair, and of course I had no time for breakfast so I went on to brush my teeth.

I ran through the house to the entryway.

I slipped on flats and a light jacket, grabbed my bag, and dashed out the door.

As I was walking through the cold and miserable rain I mentally cursed Twilight and everything related to it. I never could have meant any of it though.

Ugh…I felt like I had a hangover…not that I would know what one felt like or anything….

As I reached the end of my street I saw my bus heading toward my bus stop at the next street.

I dashed across the street and ran to the bus stop, which is a hard feat to accomplish in flats, but I've had a lot of practice. Maybe I should wake up earlier...Nah, it's totally worth it.

The bus driver scowled disapprovingly at me as I climbed onto it.

Great, just great…The only available seat was next to a guy I'd never seen before. I hate being the last stop, there's never any open seats.

I glanced down quickly, not wanting the guy to see me looking at him but wishing he would scoot over so I wouldn't have to ask him to move.

Surprisingly, he scooted over in his seat and glanced at me. I hoped he wouldn't talk to me

I blushed slightly and sat down, mumbling a thanks.

Stupid Twilight…Stupid Stephenie Meyer…

There I go again, blaming Twilight for my problems.

Stupid Vampires…Stupid Jacob Black…ugh…and stupid Edward Cullen with his stupid topaz eyes and his stupid bronze hair…

I realized I must have said something out loud because the guy sitting next to me was staring at me. I sware I just thought it. Maybe he can read my mind...

I guess I've been reading too much Twilight...Wait...that's not possible, one can never read too much Twilight...

Maybe I was just making the whole thing up, he was staring out the window now.

All I could see was the back of his head, I guess that was a good thing since he couldn't catch me staring.

I realized with a jolt that his hair was bronzeish colored.

Then again, lots of guys had bronze hair…I guess Twilight really was getting to my head...

But what about what I was thinking about Twilight? Why would anyone react to that? But if it really was Edward...

Could it be….?

People started to get out of their seats, I guess I was too lost in thought to notice the bus stopping.

I got up dazedly, grabbing my bag.

The guy quickly got up and got off the bus glancing back for an instant before going down the stairs.

But in that instant I saw his topaz eyes flash.

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oooh...a cliffie...

I wonder what will happen next? Oh wait, I'm the author, I already know. But you don't...

I promise to update more, it just took me forever to rewrite this chapter because my evil math teacher stole it. Yeah that's right Mr. T, I'm talking about you, what are you going to do about it? Nothing, that's right...

I won't update if you don't review though. I don't care if it's a flame. If you have advice, give it.