Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, they all belong to the lovely Ms. Stephanie Meyer.

Life was starting to look up for me now that I actually had someone to sit with at lunch. I actually found myself spending a lot of time with Emmett now that I shared both a chemistry class and a lunch table with him. I still didn't have the feelings that mom hoped I would have for him though. He was a nice guy, but I wasn't sure whether he was my kind of nice or not.

At school things were great, but at home they were far from perfect. Mom was starting to catch onto the fact that dad really didn't have as many friends as he claimed to. It wasn't long after mom started to become a little more stressed that I began bracing myself for a divorce.

I could feel Emmett staring at me as we sat in the cafiteria, causing my attention to instantly move to him. "What is it?" I asked.

He shook his head with a smile before replying, "Nothing."

Before I could reply Alice chimed in, quickly ending the conversation. "You know, Bella, we're throwing a little party this weeked if you want to come."

I looked over at Alice, almost shocked that I was getting invited to a party, even if it was being thrown by the outcasts of the school. "We would really like you to come," Emmett blurted out. I glanced over at him before returning my attention to Alice.

"I don't know. I have plans this weekend." I didn't actually have any plans, but right now I felt that it was best I be at home with mom instead of out parting with some people I didn't really know.

"How are we ever suppose to get to know you if you refuse to hang out with us?" Rosalie asked, surprising me a little bit. Maybe she did have a point, but I still wasn't to sure about the idea.

"I still don't know. I'll think about it and then let you know by Friday," I told them. As soon as the topic came it left and before I knew it I found myself in an actual conversation with Emmett. I could tell right away that he wasn't as big and brutal as he seemed on the outside. On the inside he was soft and mushy like a marshmello and some part of me really liked that.

That afternoon when I got into my moms car I actually had a smile on my face and that seemed to surprise me more than the look that mom had on her face. "Why are you so happy?" she asked, pulling out of the parking lot.

"Because I got invited to a party and I actually had a real conversation with Emmett today."

"You got invited to a party," she beamed, "honey that's great!" Mom had always been a big fan of anthing that got me out of the house. I was pretty sure I could almost kill myself and as long as I was out of the house while doing it mom would be happy.

"I don't know if I'm going or not though. I figured it might just be best if I hang out at the house with you." I shrugged my shoulders as I looked over at mom, already able to tell that that was out of the question.

"You need to go out and make new friends, explore a little. You won't be young forever."

"But I don't want to be young forever." Mom scowled over at me, signing that I had taken her meaning a little to literally.

"Just go, honey. You might actually have fun." I let out a soft sigh before finally giving into her. I didn't want to go, but if it made mom happy I would.

"Alright, I'll go," I groaned. Mom let out one of her world famous squeels before beginning to drone on about what I should wear to the party. And just like that I was sucked into a wirlwind of events that I knew I couldn't escape.