I'm so sorry this took so long to get out! The next chapter won't take nearly as long, I promise.

Crimany! This chapter was supposed to be completely lighthearted fun but then some of the characters decided they needed feels! And a little depth!

This was not supposed to happen okay

I did not plan for this it's all the characters fault blame them

I'll try better next time.

Also I made a few things different than in canon. Just little things. Like Angela sharing some classes with Bella instead of Jessica.

Angela's personality in this story is more like Movie Angela than Book Angela (she's less shy). She also might be a little OOC, but I like it :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters. Twilight and its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

"I was caught on the inside, I'm afraid of the night

that my nightmare begins where reality ends,

I won't sleep tonight my heads spinning 'round

I'm alone in a crowd, I wait in the dark

For my nightmare to start, I'm lonely at night

Don't leave me this way

I'm caught in a nightmare

Alone in the night"

- 'Nightmare' a song by Saxon

Fiona had a restless sleep in her strange, temporary home. After pulling herself out of bed around four in the morning, she slumped in the computer chair in the corner of her room. Her eyes stared blindly at the blinking cursor on the empty Word document as she tried to gather her thoughts.

The facts were these:

First, not only was she thrust into a fictional world, but apparently the year was 2009. Four years in the past. This was not that surprising. Although, Fiona was pretty sure the Twilight books took place in 2005. (Maybe this world was a mix of both the books and the movies? Charlie did kind of look like the actor who played him.) This meant Fiona was going to be repeating Junior and Senior year of high school.

Seventeen Again: Vampire Edition. Joy.

Second, she was going to be forced to attend a school with five living, breathing death machines. Well, breathing anyway (sort of). The thought that she was most likely going to be off'd by a sparkly fairy vampire was as terrifying as it was embarrassing. Also, Fiona didn't know if Edward would be able to read her mind or not. All the more reason to avoid the Cullen clan at all costs.

Third, she had no idea how or when she was going to be getting home. Until further notice she would have to integrate herself as best as she could into this world. Trouble was, what would she do if she was questioned about her childhood?

This was a world made up by a wish. Did that mean she could do whatever she wanted?

Should she make stuff up? Would that even work?

What about Charlie? Surely he would notice the drastic change in his daughters personality. Maybe she could use Bella's klutziness to her advantage and fake amnesia. Slip on some ice.

Maybe she should actually get amnesia.

How did one go about receiving a strong enough blow to the head without risking ones life?

How had her life come to the point where this actually seemed like a good and viable option?

Fiona let her head slam on the desk. "Ow..."

She was uber-boned.

She managed to catch Charlie just before he left for work.

"Hey kid." He greeted, pulling on a coat over his uniform. "There should be some cereal and fruit on the counter. I haven't got much in the way of breakfast food in the fridge but I'll see about picking some stuff up at the store. Anything you like in particular?"

"Oh!" Fiona shook her head. "Don't worry, It's cool Ch-Dad." She tried to catch her slip before he heard it. "I can pick some stuff up after school."

Charlie paused for a moment. "Well," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a billfold, "-here."

Her tried to pass her some money but Fiona squirmed and waved a hand. "No, really I got some money I can use."

She didn't want to take the poor guys money. She had some cash in her purse already that she guessed had been left behind by her Scary Godmother. She could use that.

"No." Charlie shook his head and stuffed two twenties in her hand. "I'm your dad, that's my job. Keep your money, you might need it for something else."

Fiona opened her mouth to argue but he stopped her.

"Go ahead and take this. I'll be eating whatever you get, anyway."

She caved under his stern but well meaning gaze and grudgingly excepted. "Yes sir, Chief."

One corner of Charlie's mouth twitched slightly upwards and he patted her on the shoulder.

"I'll see-ya later."

She waved goodbye as he headed out the door and looked down at the money in her hand with a sigh. She supposed he was right. If it been her actual dad she would of taken the money without a second thought.

Oh well. Free money.

She stuffed the cash in her purse on the couch and scrounged up some breakfast.

At half-past six o'clock she was fed, showered, and minty fresh. She had misjudged the cold the day before, too distracted to really notice the contrast to what she was used to on the Gulf Coast. Taking one step outside, the damp cold sent a shiver up her spine and she quickly hurried back in the house for a sweater to wear under her coat. The temperature was only about forty degrees according to the news, but forty degrees in Washington did not feel the same as forty degrees in Florida. Fiona thought of Bella's mother and Phil living in Jacksonville and a bit of envy struck her. Maybe she could visit on spring break.

Rushing through the drizzle to the truck, images of sunshine and beaches danced in her head. A vision of her real parents floated in and made a lump fill her throat. Did they know she was missing? Were they worried? Or would her mom still be fixing her birthday cake by time see returned home?

She pushed these thoughts aside and pulled the Chevy out of the drive way. The engine rumbled loudly down the street and she winced as she passed some houses. The neighbors were going to hate her.

Thankfully Fiona had written down the directions to the school, and the town was small enough that she probably wouldn't need them the next day. The student parking lot didn't have too many cars in it either so she able to get a spot close to the building.

She was also was careful to introduce herself as her pseudonym to the secretary, Mrs. Cope, when she went to get her schedule and thanked her for the map and directions. Looking down at the schedule she found her first class was English.

The class was easy enough to find and she handed of her slip to be signed and ignored the stares of her peers as Mr. Mason scrounged up a syllabus.

She made for her seat when she received her papers, smiling politely at those she made eye contact and sighed in relief as she received a few in return. At least some of the kids there seemed nice enough.

In Trig she met Angela.

She took a seat after introducing herself to the whole class and giving reluctant, half-assed answers that only seemed to make the teacher, Mr. Varner 's sour expression pucker even more.

"Hey."

Fiona looked up and her eyes met the eyes of a Movie Angela Weber look-a-like. She was in the seat beside Fiona and a genuinely kind smile lit up her face.

"Isabella Swan, right?"

Angela was a sweetheart. She also had a wonderfully dry humor that Fiona took an instant liking to. They whispered throughout class getting to know each other, Angela somehow managing to get her work done at the same time.

"Not much of a people person, huh?"

Fiona shrugged. "Oh, I love talking. I just don't enjoy feeling like I'm being interrogated by a drill sergeant."

Angela grinned. "Yeah, Varner's kind of a tight-ass."

"Is that so Miss Weber?"

Both girls slowly looked up to see Mr. Varner had been hovering just behind them. All eyes were on them and Fiona could hear a few snickers in the background.

"Maybe you can share more of you observations in detention today with Coach Clapp."

An involuntary snort forced it's way out of Fiona's nose and she could see Angela send her a depreciating look.

Varner's eyes focused on her next. "Do you find something amusing Miss Swan?"

Fiona shook her head fixing her expression into that of contrition and shame ."No sir. It's just - I have these really bad allergies and-"

Mr. Varner could smell the bullshit wafting off of her words and his glare intensified. "Miss Swan, while this maybe your first day here there is no excuse for outright disrespect."

Fiona nodded, feeling more and more embarrassed by the second. Fortunately, her ears were covered by her hair because they felt like they were on fire. But it didn't escape the teacher notice. He seemed to relish in her discomfort. He went on to lecture her on the code of conduct, his words dripping with condescension.

"You'll both be serving detention after school today. Meet me at the end of class for your slips."

Detention. A magnificent start already. Charlie was not going to be happy.

When class ended Varner silently held the slips out without a glance.

The girls exited the room like the hounds of hell were at their heals.

"He's kind of an asshole."

Angela nodded. "He's like the Devil. You only need to say his name and he just materializes out of the ether. Singling people out and ripping them down is kind of his thing."

"Coach Clapp?"

Angela shook her head and pushed her down the hall. "You're like a twelve-year-old boy."

"That poor man!"

The girls made it through Spanish without further incident.

Lunch time rolled around and on the way Angela filled her in on her friends.

"Lauren can come off as kind of bitchy, but she means well. You just have to get to know her first. Jessica likes to gossip but she's really nice. Tyler's cool and a total flirt. He also has a tendency to get on your nerves if you let him. Ben is kind of a shy guy. You'll have to dig a little to get him to open up but once you do he's super sweet. Mike likes to act all slick and cool, but he's really just a huge dork. I'm sure you two will have plenty to talk about."

Fiona squinted at the taller girl. "Are implying that I am a huge dork?"

"No, I'm telling you."

"And I thought we were becoming friends."

"You're still on a trial run. You got me into detention. I never get detention."

"Excuse me!" Fiona exclaimed in disbelief. "But you got yourself into detention. I don't know if you noticed but you kind of talk a lot."

"And you're kind of a bitch." Angela retorted, a playful gleam in her eye.

"Look who's talking! If anyone should be upset, it's me. It's my first day. My father, The Chief of Forks Police Department, is going to be very disappointed."

"Somehow I think you'll survive." The other girl drawled.

Fiona followed her new friend to their table and was introduced. The blonde girl, Lauren, gave her a quick once over before dismissing her. The other greeted her in turn and asked her a bunch of question on how she was enjoying Forks.

Mike grinned widely and plopped down beside Fiona. "So you're from Arizona?"

"Yup."

"Aren't people from Arizona supposed to be really tan?" Jessica piped up.

Definitely a mixture of book and movie.

"Yeah, I don't really do that whole sun thing."

Lauren scoffed under her breath and Angela sent her a stern look in warning. The message was clear. 'Be nice to the new girl.'

After going in line to get her lunch, Fiona's heart leaped into her throat when her eyes fell on them. How could she have possibly forgotten?

The Cullen's were all seated at the far end of the cafeteria near the windows. Emmet and Alice were laughing over something. Rosalie looked bored, but cracked a small smile when Emmet nudged her. Jasper looked constipated. Edward was brooding.

Fiona was going to be sick. Or pee her pants.

And then promptly die a horrifically gruesome and violent death.

She felt a little hysterical laughter try to bubble up. This was completely ridiculous.

"You okay?"

Fiona started and flipped around to see Mike standing right behind her, an adorably concerned look on his face.

"Uh..." She shook herself with a grimace. "Yeah! Yeah, I just realized Mr. Varner's going to be calling my dad about detention. That's gonna be a fun conversation."

Mike chuckled. "I heard about that. My friend Eric was in your Trig class." He walked with her back to the table. "You didn't get it too bad. He's reamed people for less."

"I wasn't the one who called him a tight-ass."

Fiona spent most off lunch trying to actively keep her eyes away from the Cullen's end of the cafeteria. She tried to focus on the conversation around her and threw in a comment every once in a while so she wouldn't seem completely out of it. Her ears were burning under her hair and she still had the sick coiling feeling in her gut.

"Edward Cullen has been staring for the past five minutes."

Fiona's eyes shot to Jessica and read the confused look on her face.

"Jeez, Arizona. What did you do?" Mike asked, his brows furrowed. "He looks like he's trying to set you on fire."

Fiona took a deep breath and turned towards the Cullen's table. "Never met him."

Edward Cullen's stare was piercing. His brow furrowed even more than usual (if that were possible). His eyes bored into her as if demanding an answer to an unspoken question.

He wouldn't find the answer he was looking for but she had found one of hers.

Her mind was a safe place once more.

Fiona felt her whole body release a fraction of the tension she had been holding. Like letting a portion of air out of a balloon. She couldn't look away. Wouldn't look away.

She wasn't a pusillanimous little flower. She refused to cower and not be able to live at least some semblance of a normal life. She wasn't going to let her fear control her and she as hell wasn't going to so much as blink until that sparkly little shit backed off first.

Fiona Carey did not fear a sparkly fairy-vampire jokes.

(Okay she totally did but he didn't need to know that.)

Edward finally turned away and glared down at his tray.

Check, bitch.

"What a creep." Fiona said aloud turning back at the table.

Mike grunted in agreement.

Angela gave her a questioning look and Fiona shook her head. She was fine.

When lunch was over Fiona followed Angela and Mike to Biology II with a renewed confidence. She may have contemplated skipping class this morning but now she was determined not to give in.

She paused briefly at the door watching Angela find her seat beside Ben while Mike sat with a boy with inky black hair and glasses in the very back. Two rows down and one row from over from Angela sat Cullen. His eyes were focused on his hands, as if he were off in another world.

Or someone else's brain.

Fiona steeled herself and walked over to the teachers desk to hand in her slip. Instead Mr. Banner from the books, Mr. Molina from the movies was to be her biology teacher.

She liked Mr. Molina.

"Alright, everybody we have a new student today. Say, 'Hello Bella'!"

The class echoed him, a few people in the back using louder and overly exaggerated tones.

He patted her on the back. "Why don't you go sit next Edward over there in the third row and I'll go find you a syllabus. If you have any questions during class just let me know."

Angela sent her a sympathetic look as she passed.

Edward's hands were clenched and his face stony before Fiona even sat down. When he did get a whiff of her his lips curled almost as if in disgust.

She knew better.

Dean Winchester's cocky voice filled her head. 'I smell good, don't I? I taste even better.'

She bit down on her tongue to tap down the maniacal giggles that threatened to escape. Her body shook with the effort which probably only made Cullen think she was shivering in fear.

She was losing it.

As class progressed Fiona tried to pretend he wasn't there. That she wasn't sitting by a bloodthirsty vampire who wanted to drain her dry and roll around in her remains like a crazed animal. His glare burned into the side of her face but she refused to acknowledge him.

When the bell finally rang he was the first to dart out of the room.

She did it. She actually made it through the day.

She practically melted into her seat.

She waved to Ben and Jessica as they departed and nearly bumped into Mike as she walked up the isle between the tables.

"Sorry."

Mike shrugged. "It's alright. What class do you have next?"

Fiona glanced down at the sheet in her hands. "Uh...Gym with Coach Clapp."

"Cool. I'm headed there too." There was a brief moment of silence as the walked out of the classroom.

"So did you say something to him in class? 'Cause Cullen looked kinda homicidal in there." Mike asked.

"I haven't said two words to the guy. I don't know what his problem is."

"He's a weirdo anyway." Mike bumped her shoulder. "Maybe you could switch with Angie. I'd do it but I'd feel bad about leaving him alone with poor Eric."

"He'd probably pull a Hannibal."

Gym sucked.

Hard.

Fiona made the mistake of standing off to the side during volley ball and got knocked in the head half a dozen times courtesy of Lauren Mallory.

Fiona wished she was a sporty person so she could spike the girl in the face. She would just have to settle for plotting her untimely demise.

"She's just jealous." Mike explained as they waited for the bell. "Your the brand shiny toy that everyone wants to play with. She acted the same when I moved here back in fifth grade." He looked over towards the blonde quickly before adding in a whisper. "We dated last year for a little while. Her mom isn't home a lot - she's an event manager. Parties and stuff- and I don't think her dad pays her much attention."

"Well she shouldn't take it out on me. It's not like I was actively seeking the attention." Fiona glanced Lauren's way to see her talking to Jessica and another girl she hadn't met.

"What does her father do?"

Mike thought about it for a minute and frowned. "I dunno. But he spends a lot of time in his office. Sometimes he goes out of town and leaves Lauren on her own."

Fiona's brows flew up. "Even when she was a kid?"

"No. She used to have a Nanny. She would stay with Jess and Angie sometimes too. Last time her dad was out of town she threw a party and got busted by The Chief."

Fiona snorted. "'The Chief'? With capital letters and everything?"

Mike laughed and nodded. "Yeah well, you probably haven't noticed but dad can be pretty intimidating. He doesn't even need to raise his voice." His smile fell. "He talked with Lauren when he busted the party and I could tell she was crying a little. He sat with her for a while and had Jessica spend the night at her house." He rubbed his arm. "Jess said he gave her mom an earful when she came home."

Fiona stared at Lauren for bit longer before sighing and looking away. It looked like Miss Mallory's demise would have to be put on hold.

Damn character development.

Fiona had fifteen minutes after the final bell before she had to report to detention which gave her plenty of time to turn in her slip she had the teachers sign. She waited down the hall until she saw Edward storm out towards the parking lot before she went into the office. She killed a little time by talking about her day with Mrs. Cope.

Detention at Forks High School was basically sitting quietly and doing homework in the library while Coach Clapp read a book. The nice librarian, Mrs. Choi, ended up putting them to work returning some books back to the shelves. When they were dismissed Angela offered to show Fiona to the grocery store in exchange for a ride home. They screwed around in the store and earned a few glares but managed to get out in record time.

"I'll pray for you." Fiona remarked as she pulled up in front of the Weber home. Pastor Weber was standing on the porch with his hands on his hips. The strong disapproval was clear on his face.

Angela sent her a mocking glare as she exited the car.

She finally reached the Swan residence a quarter after five in the afternoon.

When she heard Charlie's cruiser pull up outside she was in the process heating up some Hungry-Man dinners.

"You called your teacher a tight-ass?" Was the first thing out of her fake dads mouth as he entered the kitchen.

"No, no, no, no, no! That was not me! Angela and I were talking during class and I was complaining about Mr. Varner basically being a drill sergeant instead of a teacher. Angela was the one doing the name calling." Fiona fidgeted a little under his gaze.

"Angela Weber?" There was a slight tone of disbelief.

"I know it surprised me too. She comes off as this sweet and disarming Pastor's kid but she's really just a dirty sinner like the rest of us." She swung her arms a little as Charlie absorbed this information. "He really was though." She said in defense.

Charlie stood contemplative for a second and nodded. "Yeah, he was when I was in school too. What's cooking?"

"Junk. I would of made something but I'm kinda pooped."

He waved it off. "Don't sweat it, kiddo. I'm used to it."

"Sooo..." Fiona drew after leaning on her arms over the back of the couch. "Am I in trouble?"

Charlie sighed as he sat in the arm chair. "Nope."

"Cool."

Charlie's brows lifted. "Am I going to have to worry about you?"

Fiona beamed sweetly at him. "Nope."

"Uh-huh."

She hopped away to the kitchen. "Dinner, Chief?"

Later that night she sat at the computer writing up today's developments. The mixture of book and movie proved to be interesting. And she would be Cullen free for a little while so she could breathe free-air until he came back from Alaska, or Siberia, or wherever it was he was supposed to run off to that night. She had time plan out how she was going to let this go.

She was noping the incident with the car so hard.

Closing the document she turned to what little homework she had left on the desk.

Ugh.

She'd do it in the morning. There wouldn't be much sleep to be had that night anyway.

With that last thought she plopped face down in the bed (after carefully locking the window and closing the curtains) and surrendered to Dreamland.

Guest: Thanks! Hope you enjoyed this chapter

Hanna: We're almost there! :)

Bianca: Thanks a lot :) I'm going to be working on this one for a while so there should be another update in the near future.

Enigma: Alas, I cannot ditch the Potter-fic because it lives in my brain and if I didn't write it down I would have trouble writing this story.