I didn't know we were at her house, when I had my little outburst, until my family turned around and looked at me. Suddenly, it was crashing down on me, my friend was dying. My onlyfriend was dying. Who would I go to for advice when she died? Who would I go to, when I needed my space from the havoc that is my life; when I wanted nothing more than to just walk into somebody elses life? I saw the curtains move, from the back of the house. There was a man there, sitting at a desk. He had brown hair with blue eyes that had the color Kristina usually got in her eyes. Could this be her dad?

"Hey." Kyle said as we knocked on the door. He looked tired, but his hazel eyes were filled with excitement. His hair looked unkept and curlier than ever. I looked at him warily. He growled seeing us, and rolled his eyes. "This...this is hanging over my head." He whispered looking to the skies.

"Kyle's losing his mind." I heard Kristina whisper behind him. We all looked at her, it was impossible to believe she was even sick. She was standing and talking like her normal self. Her hair looked oddly healthy. She couldn't be dying. "Well, see Ky, I told you I looked good. If I can stop a bunch of beautiful people that openly gawk at me, I must be hot." She said with a ironic smile on her face. We walked into the house. Her mom was in the kitchen, cooking what seemed like her famous pasta.

"Krissy?" I said, tears already springing to my eyes. I saw her scowl at me, and then she scowled at the rest of them.

"I told you guys to have fun." She said, but her eyes softened and she gave each of us a hug, and told us to sit down at the table.

"Kristina, you can't expect people to have fun while you-"

"Ooh Ren, you have to meet Luis." She said, talking over her mom. "Kyle, get Luis down here." When Kyle was gone, she grabbed me and ran upstairs. I thought she was following Luis, until she pulled me into her room. "Look what he gave me." She said pulling out a shoe box. The thought made me laugh.

"He got you shoes? Kris, I thought that you don't except anything that isn't remotely romantic. But-" I stopped dead in my tracks when she showed me what was actually inside of the box. There was an assortment of orange, white, pick, and lavender roses, which looked to be tied by the stems to one big red rose. My eyes bugged out. On the top of the box, snippets of paper were hanged there.

"How long has he been giving you these?" I asked.

"Isn't it beautiful? Look at the red one. It's enchanting. It even has some sparkle to it." Her voice sounded dreamy. "It's going to be at the alter when we get married." She reminded me of the little elementary school girls, making a big ordeal out of weddings, talking about the trim of the cake, where the dress was going to be tailored, etc. "I mean, once this rancid thing goes away. Can you imagine? He just started giving these to me, but the poems date back to when Kyle mentioned him to me at the beginning of this school year." She gushed. I looked around the box, looking for the return address.

"There's no return address, how do you know it was him?" She looked at me like I was a retard.

"Come on, Ren. He handed it to me. I took all my strength to run upstairs and hide it from Kyle. I had just woken up when your car came up. What was so disgusting?"

"Wait, how did he give it to you? I need complete details." I said, knowing she wanted to tell me. She closed the box quickly, and slid it under her bed. She quickly sat on her bed, and looked at her nails, when the door knob twisted she grabbed her book that was on the nightstand.

"Wow, you sure are dramatic," Kyle said, she looked past him. My eyes followed hers and before me, was standing the most handsome boy that Kris has ever laid eyes on. He had on dark wash jeans, a white shirt that showed every protruding muscle in his chest, and his abs, and his arms. His arms looked strong. He had a leather wrist band on, that seemed to mold in with his tanned skin. He had gray eyes, with coal black hair that was in spikes. Hot but with a hint of danger, exactly what Kristina liked. It was too bad I preferred wolf people like my Jacob.

Kris' eyes seemed to brighten as she saw him."Thank you Kyle. And, don't forget you have to pick up Jeremy from school, and Kelsy has cheer-leading practice." She smiled a striking smile that would put a supermodel a run for her money.

"Yeah, I think you should go." Luis said quietly, still looking at Kristina. Kyle grumbled something incomprehensible, and walked away. Nobody moved until we heard Kyle's car speed away. Luis looked at me, and smiled. "You must be Renesmee, it's nice to meet you." He looked back at Kristina, who was obviously blushing. She got up, and I realized how much energy she used -to pull me up here and show me the box- when she almost stumbled to the floor clumsily. Luis had her hand in a second, looking heartbroken.

"I'm okay," she whispered, she looked at me and smiled. "Luis, it's time to meet my family. Renesmee is my sister. Let's go down stairs." She stood still, and I had no idea what she was doing, until I saw Luis bend down and pick her up, so gently you'd think she'd break if he just picked her up any other way. I walked behind them, and tried to make sense of what happened upstairs. In her letter, she said that she just woke up, so shouldn't she be filled with energy? My mind started to go into overdrive, and soon I wasn't breathing.

"She tries to get as much sleep as she can, so she doesn't worry people. She doesn't like sleep, she'd rather be awake." Luis said in a whisper, I nodded my head.

"I'm surprised, she usually doesn't let anybody know her pain."

"I've had experience with somebody who did like showing their pain." He said with an nonchalant shrug, but, I could still see the pain in his eyes when he sat Kris down.

Dad was the first to even flinch a finger. I could tell that everybody was worried. I felt bad for my dad and for uncle Jasper. Uncle Jasper got every body's emotion running off of him, making him feel depressed as possible. Dad had every body's thoughts that were going through their heads along with their feelings; he felt everything ten times more, and it was going to get a lot worse.

Luis went into the kitchen to help Kristina's mom finish cook dinner, I guess. As soon as he walked away, Krissy's eyes shot right open. She looked toward the kitchen with a mix of regret and guilt on her face; her thoughts weren't readable on her face, but her emotions always were.

"Uh...uh...uh, look at that. Look, I'm going to be just fine." She said looked straight into her dad's face. She looked into dad's face and smiled as her dad walked slowly away. Luis came back with four ice cold glasses of lemonade, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Emmett eyeing him suspiciously.

"Who are you?" He asked in a defensive tone. Great, I thought, now Emmett's going to make a spectacle of himself.

"Luis Edgar Marshall," he said after taking a gulp of his drink. Emmett's eyes squinted, as if looking at the light.

"What are you doing with my girl."

"Emmett," Kristina groaned placing her head on the table. "Goodness gracious, doesn't know what he wants at all. Of course he wants me to be happy, of course he wants me to find somebody that loves me, but nooo" she muttered in a whisper, muffled by her arm. "He has to act like the judge of my dateless life." She huffed and placed her head on her hands.

"What's it to you?" Luis said looking at Kristina with grave eyes.

"Well, excuse me for being a concerned adult."

"More like concerned grandparent." Kris whispered again lifting her head to smirk at Emmett.

"She gets lonely at night," every body's eyes bugged out at that, except for mine. Krissy wasn't one to get into your bed just that easily.

"You sleepin' with my girl, mongrel?" Emmett growled. At that moment, I felt like somebody was watching us. Some unseen force. It was uncomfortable to say the least, like a bunch of eyes peeking in at my secrets.

"I'm more of a fairy, but no. Sadly, I'm not." Kristina covered her mouth to muffle the giggles, but her eyes were sad. I heard the front door slam, and in came an angry looking Kyle followed by Kelsy who had the same expression, they always knew how to throw things way out of proportion.

"What'd you say about my sister?" Kyle asked, his fists were curled up on either side of him, and his wings unfurled. They looked as smooth as satin and were as brown as chocolate, which made you think that it couldn't decapitate you. Kristina let out a bark of laughter.

"Stop it. Nothings going on with anybody." The feeling somebody was watching disappeared just then, which made my suspicions believe that somebody was watching us. "Come on, get control of yourself." She said, moving out of what looked like a black curtain, placing a deliberate hand on Kyle and Luis' shoulder. I hadn't known that Luis got his out, but when I did, my eyes popped out. There was one curled into itself, where I noticed Kris had been, they were stretched. Her eyes flashed orange, and soon both boys were wincing in pain as they pulled their wings back in. Kelsy gave her a hard glare.

"You mustn't do that, Tina!" Emmett roared with laughter, trying to lighten the modd, as he saw Kristina looking back at her sister with a glare of her own. Her eyes flashed a bright red color and soon, everything was just happening so fast. As fast as a any of the vampires in the room, Kris was in front of her sister with a look that could freeze anybody, mortals and immortals alike. Her dad had come out and pushed Kelsy out of the way, and looked back at Kris. His wings unfurled, and at the sight, Kris' wings unfurled too. She looked sick just getting them out, he was about to say something when Kristina dropped on her knees, throwing up everything that was left in her stomach.

I had seen it with my own eyes, but I still didn't believe it. Even as I'm sitting here, holding her hair while she throws up, I can't believe she's going to die.