Hey Guys

I know that its really short, but the thing is - I haven't had much time lately...things've been hectic, and my beta's really tired lately - she's got lots to do (help her mum, write her own stories, etc.)

So here it is, and its just a filler - next chapter will be longer, and will be up tommorow :)

READ AND REVIEW!

Love,

Taylor (Author) & Clare (Beta)

Edward showed me out to his car – as I looked around the parking lot, I noticed that most of the cars weren't actually that great in comparison to his, which was saying something, since his car was just a regular silver Volvo.

He opened the door for me like a gentleman, pulling it forwards and ushering me in. I slid onto the seat, as he walked round the other side of the car and got in. He started it up, and pulled out of the parking lot.

I placed my hand on the dial of the radio.

'May I?' I asked politely. Edward nodded. I switched it on, and changed the station, surprised to find that my favourite station was unavailable here. I rolled my eyes and pressed one of his pre-saved stations. I heard a random song – with a good beat – playing, and left it.

Edward grinned, turned it up, and started singing.

'I wish I had a mango tree
In my backyard
With you standing next to me
Take the picture
From her lips I heard her say
Can I have you
Caught up on--'

He turned to me and smiled, a blush creeping up his face as if he had forgotten I was there.

I grinned at him. 'Don't worry – you have a great voice,' I smiled.

'Thanks…so, why did you come here anyway? I mean,' he said, eyeing my body – and I'm sure I saw his emerald green eyes flicker down once or twice, 'not that that's a bad thing…in fact, I'm sure many people will be really excited to have you here…but you're from Broadbeach in Los Angeles – why on earth would you move to dull, rainy Forks?' he asked, eyebrows raised.

'Oh, well – I got into a fight…this girl in my grade was making comments about me, and she challenged me to fight her – the dumb anorexic bitch ended up getting me suspended, which resulted in my mother overreacting and sending me here.'

'What did she say to you?'

'Nothing I really want to talk about right now…'

I grinned at him.

He glanced at the road we were now on, and pulled up to a beautiful little cottage like house, with two storeys, and stained glass windows.

'We're here,' he said quietly. I let myself out, but left the door open, leaning in to talk to him.

'Do you want to come in?' I asked him.

'Um…sure—' Edwards phone began to ring, and he quickly pulled it out. I recognized the ringtone – Picture Perfect, by Chris Brown. I grinned – I loved that song!

'Hello?' he asked. 'Mhm…sure, Esme, I'll be there in ten minutes.' He pressed end, and turned to me. 'Sorry Bella – but my mother Esme wants me to go help move some furniture – I'll see you on Monday, in school.'

I nodded, disappointed, then, remembering my boyfriend, shook Edward out of my head, and walked up the drive to my new house.

I heard music blasting inside, and opened the door, dumping my bags in the entrance.

I turned and looked around, before going through to the living room. The first thing I saw was an olive-tanned boy pressed up against a girl who was a shade darker than him, hooking up on my couch.

What the hell was going on?

'Hem-hem,' I said, clearing my throat. The girl jumped, startled. Her eyes widened, when she saw me, and then flicked to the clock.

'Holy shit! Quil – get out of here, I'll talk to you later – this has got to be awkward enough for her…I wish she hadn't seen that!'

She pulled her boyfriend up, gave him a peck on the cheek (which resulted in him turning his face and morphing it into a full blown pash) and pushed him out the door.

She closed it, leaned back on it, and spoke in a sweet, melodic tone.

'Hi,' she said. 'I'm Clare.' She had long, straight ebony hair, and light brown skin, plus the perfect figure. The music was still blasting upstairs, and suddenly, a girl came running down them, eyes closed, hairbrush in hand, as a substitute for a microphone. Her hair was wet, and she was clad in just her bra and underwear – both of which had Elmo all over them.

She opened her eyes, and looked at me.

'BELLA!' she screamed, hugging me. I hugged back, unsure of my current situation.

'Summer,' Clare said, threateningly. 'You can do that later – I think we should explain what's going on.' Summer stepped away from her, and looked at me, as if to take me all in.

I looked at her too. She had long, wavy blonde hair, puppy dog brown eyes, and a short, but slim body. She grinned at me.

'Hi Bella, I'm Summer. You know – your step sister.'

I looked from her, to Clare, and then screamed.

'WHAT?!'

'Shit,' Summer said. 'We were supposed to let her know lightly – weren't we?'