I woke up on Saturday around 2p.m. after having stayed up most of the night reading Twilight. I was almost done with it, pretty easy read. The plot is complex in its simplicity. I had fallen asleep with the book open on my chest, only the epilogue left. While reading last night I noticed a few details that triggered my curiosity for why the girls, especially Amy, were acting strange. I ignored them at the time to so I couldn't be distracted from reading but now as I sifted my conscious thoughts from my lingering dreams the curiosity began to form again. I rubbed my eyes and read the epilogue quickly before getting out of bed. As I stretched and stood up, I let my mind wander. I don't know if I'd ever admit publicly to reading it, but Twilight was a good book. One of the details I had been suppressing suddenly became the forefront of my thoughts. I have the same name as one of the characters. That was kind of cool I thought. Most people know me as Carl because when I was younger I got teased for having a "funny name" and since I was probably the first kid to have the name Carlisle in at least a hundred years, I shortened it to reduce the likelihood of having to give up my lunch to bullies anymore. I doubt the girls would go ga-ga over a name. I meandered to the kitchen and saw a note on the table:

Your father and I went out for the day. We'll bring back dinner around 6.

Love Mom

I grabbed some pop-tarts from the counter and headed back to my room. I sat on my bed and turned the TV on. As I ate and channel surfed, more of the details started interjecting themselves. Bella is in love with Edward, her description of him sounded an awful lot like- I glance over at my closet and back, but I have to do a double take in the mirror on my door. Edward's traits flood my thoughts. Untidy reddish brown hair, golden eyes, tall, lanky but muscular, pale, seventeen. I shook my head in disbelief. The description was dead on, except my eyes are hazel but it's close enough. That's why all of the girls giggle and blush, they see me as Edward. What about Amy…she said she's read the book three times already. Does she just want to hang out because I resemble a character in a book? That has to be it, just my luck. We've known each other for so long and she just happened to want to hang out after she read Twilight. I should have seen it coming. I grab my phone and scroll through my contact list until I reach Master Chief Amy. I dial and cancel the call half a dozen times before I let it go through to ring. Three rings…five…voicemail. I hang up before the beep. She'll see that I called and call me back. What do I say when she does? What if she doesn't? My mind races and I go through varying levels of anger and panic as I pace my room. I collapse on my bed and close my eyes.

"What the hell…" is all I manage to say. I don't know how long I laid there before my phone rang. My eyes sprang open and before I realized it I had put the phone to my ear and said hello.

"Hey, Carl. What's up?" It was Amy. Shit.

"Oh nothing much really. I stayed up late reading that book so I just got up a little while ago. How about you?" I couldn't believe how casual I was being. I had just been in full panic mode moments before.

"Wow, how far did you get? I just got off work."

"I finished it when I woke up actually. Looks like that five bucks is mine." Ask her, idiot. Why don't I ask her about liking me? Why can't I get the signals from my brain to my mouth?

"Really? That's awesome! Now we can talk about the book before we play Halo next!" She giggled. I started pacing my room.

"Uh, maybe. Yeah. Well, just wanted to let you know I finished the book. Talk to you later."

"Ok, well see you Monday then."

I hung up and stared at the mirror again. I even had bags under my eyes from staying up late playing video games or reading, Edward has dark patches under his eyes. Monday was going to be a very awkward day. All of the girls are going to giggle and blush and I will know exactly why. At least your last name isn't Cullen. Then you'd have to beat the girls away with a stick. I nervously chuckled at my mind's sense of logic. I decided then and there that I had to spend the rest of the weekend coming up with ways to distract myself from noticing every time a girl giggles or blushes when I walk by them Monday morning.

There was a Dirty Jobs marathon on the Discovery Channel, but I wasn't really watching. I was thinking about how just a couple months ago I was just some other kid roaming the halls who barely got noticed. At times I would wish to be one of the cool kids that everyone knew and said hi to, but right now I would be very content with getting stuck in the background and out of the limelight.