Once again, no matter how often or hard I pray to the Twilight Gods, SM will not hand over copyrights to me, so I continue to enjoy reading/writing about some of today's beloved characters. Just wait til I get that brainwashing gun done Muuuaahhhaaaaa!

-How many blondes does it take to screw in a light bulb?

-I'm going to get you for this one mutt

-Oh, come on, it's right at your IQ level blondie

-Go play in traffic. Preferably blindfolded.

-It takes 9. One to hold the light bulb, the other eight to turn the house!

*thuds, smashing, laughter as the evil pixievamp distracts angry blonde by giving her a mirror*

Part 3

No, You Did Not Just Do That.

(Carlie's POV)

As we drive through the streets of Forks, I remember the last conversation I had with my parents...

(flashback)

Bella and I are arguing in the front yard...Gavin is waiting for me in his black Charger...I've been trying to get his attention for ages and now my sister, the prude, is threatening to call Mom and Dad on their one night out together just to get me grounded...

"You can't do this to me, you promised!" I screech at my sister as she grabs my purse and almost yanks me off of my feet.

"You promised that Mom and Dad would know about this one Carlie! Please don't do this...don't go..." she won't let go of my purse!

"They do know!" I cut her off before she can play on my sympathies. Of course they know I have a date with a boy...'boy' is a loose term for Gavin, but it will do under the circumstances.

Bella's eyebrows raise so high I think they're going to become a part of her hairline, "Oh, so they know that you're going out with Gavin Danford, and that he's, like, 10 years older than you?"

Crap. Then fury boils up in me and I let it run over. "Not exactly, but Justin canceled on me last minute, and I'm not about to be stuck here with you all night while you moon over Romeo! You can't even find a real guy to be interested in you! That's how pathetic you are! You're just jealous because someone real likes me and I don't have to pretend!"

Uh-oh, now I've done it. Bella hates it when I mention that she has a crush on a fictional character. I can see by the look in her eyes that I am a dead woman when I get home tonight. She lets go of my purse and WHAM! she hits me square in the jaw. I stumbled back a step or two, holding my mouth. Damn! She's never resorted to actually hitting me before!

"No! You did not just do that Bella! How could you?" I couldn't pass up a chance to get my sister into ANY kind of trouble, so I force the tears out of my eyes and run to Gavin's Charger while crying out, "Oh God! I think she knocked out my tooth! I have to get to the hospital!"

Gavin just looks at me stupidly.

"Floor it, let's get the hell out of here," I growl at him out of the corner of my mouth, my eyes keeping watch on Bella. She's so prone to melodramatics from all of those stupid books so it won't surprise me if she throws herself on the hood of the car to prevent my departure.

But she doesn't.

She just stands there, fists clenched as we roared down the block. Away from the annoyingly perfect sister. Away from the sickeningly pure thoughts oozing out of her perfect little mind. Away from being runner-up all the time.

Gavin and I are looking for his friends...they usually hang out at one of those old-fashioned burger stands on a Friday night. It only takes about twenty minutes to find them, no sweat.

Gavin has me in his lap, I am in heaven! I've only gotten in this deep with a guy once before, and it ended badly, but he's whispering how much he loves me as I take a sip from my soda. My head's feeling lighter than air and I can hear my laughter echoing off of the buildings around us. It sounds so funny that I can't help but laugh harder. It's getting so warm that I take off my jean jacket and toss it on the picnic table.

Gavin growls at me and tells me I look good enough to eat. He leans closer to me...could this be it? Is he going to kiss me? My stomach starts quivering at the thought.

*Ring! Ring!*

Argh! Stupid cell phone! Should've left it at home! Told Mom I forgot it, not like it would be the first time. I look at the ID, SHIT! Mom's number. I scoot off of Gavin's lap as I answer, "Hello?"

(Mom's voice)- "Carlie? Oh my god honey! Where are you? Bella called and said you and she got into a fight and you ran off with some college boy!"

*Damn you Isabella!*

"No Mom. Well, yeah, we got into a fight, but my friend was just taking me to the ER to make sure Bella didn't break my jaw or crack any of my teeth when she punched me!" There. Let her take the fall for this. Little Miss Perfect can take the blame for me leaving with a college guy.

(Mom) "Your dad and I are coming to the hospital right now to talk to the doctor."

I could hear my father grumbling about how long red lights take in the background.

"Mom! I'm going to be okay! The doctor was just finishing up actually, go back and enjoy your date! I'll be home when you get there." Especially to see Bella get reamed out for this. I had to stifle a giggle at that.

(Mom)-"I don't think so. Don't worry Carlie, we'll work this..." a loud screeching sound drowns out Mom's voice and then an awful crunching sound, like someone was trying to fuse two Mack-trucks together at high speed. Then...nothing.

"Mom?"

Nothing.

I said it again. Still nothing. I hung up and dialed the number again quickly. It rang and rang and finally Mom's voice mail came up, "This is Renee, I must be busy *giggle* at the moment so if *giggle* you would like to leave a message...Stop that Phil... Feel free!" BEEP!

"Mom, answer the phone, what the hell was that noise?" I don't care if I get lectured about cussing later, I want to know if my Mom and Dad are okay.

I panic. Plain and simple.

I beg Gavin to give me a ride home, but his eyes can't seem to focus long enough to comprehend what I'm asking of him. All of his friends say they'll give me a ride, but the way they're looking at me, I quickly decide that now is the perfect time to call a cab. I'm surprised that I can keep myself from shaking long enough to dial the cab company. I tell them to meet me at a corner shop as I start walking, hoping to get away from the group that had just been eyeing me up like the main course of a feast.

I don't have enough cash on me to get all the way home, so the cabbie tosses me out 10 blocks from home. I keep trying to reach Mom and Dad on their cells but neither answers. The 15th time I call, some stranger answers it. I hang up and start running home as fast as my legs will take me.

By the time I make it, it's too late. A police cruiser is sitting in our driveway. Bella is lying on the concrete path while a burly officer holds her. I can hear her hoarse sobs. The officer barely looks up at me as I drop to my knees beside my incapacitated sister. She looks up at me and takes my hand.

Grief, pain, anger, confusion, loss...over and over...then...accusation.

"Your fault!" her mind screams at me. There is no one word in any human language to describe the overwhelming emotions that bombarded my senses in that moment.

(End of Flashback)

Bella's hand shaking me brings me back. "Come on sleepy head, we're *shudder* home."

I look into her eyes, *my eyes *, for just a moment, searching for that accusation that I hadn't seen since that awful night. There was none. I sigh and steel myself to take on the nightmare that has become my life.

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