A/N: R&R!! Oh yeah…I own nothing.

"No, you can't do it again! What the hell were you thinking Emmett?" Rosalie snapped, standing in the doorway between the living room and hallway. She looked even scarier when she was mad. Lovely, I'm just racking up the brownie points with her aren't I? "Oh, come on Rosie. Don't be that way; I had to make her believe us. It was just a quick run." Emmett begged, quickly following a retreating Rosalie to their room I assumed. I couldn't help but snicker at the sight of a man like that, going after a little woman such as Rose. Though, when she was angry…she practically dominated the entire house.

"Have fun?" Alice asked from the door. I grinned at her and nodded. "That was amazing. When can you teach me to do that?" I responded, following her up the stairs. She snorted. "Bella, you have to be a vampire to do that. Do you want to be a member of the undead? You never sleep, you can't eat anything except blood, you can't talk to you family anymore, it's not all its cracked up to be all the time." She explained stopping at my bedroom door.

"Hmm…let's see, I didn't sleep much last night, I'm currently starving, I can't talk to my family now…so I'm thinking now would be the time." I replied sarcastically. She glared at me, and yanked me into my closet.

My mouth dropped at the sight of all the clothes, and then I looked down and I think my mouth actually hit the floor. Who needed that many pairs of shoes?? "Alice! Why would you ever need this much apparel? And how in the world did you pay for this crap? There must be a couple thousand dollars worth of shit in here!" I exclaimed. I ignored the filthy look she gave me, and back out of the closet. That was a clothing overload if I ever saw one.

"For your information Isabella, that is not shit. Its clothes and they're yours! You should try to be a little nicer to the woman who bought all that crap for you! And money isn't an object-we're vampires remember?" she snapped at me. I swallowed hard, and looked away from her gaze. Turns out, she's scary when angered as well. Who knew? "Sorry Alice, but really? Why do I need all that s…tuff? I mean, I'll be dead soon anyway right?" I asked quietly. I hadn't meant to say that, but now that I had, I wanted to know.

She laughed at me. "Oh, silly Bella! No, you wont be dead soon! Why would we kill you? You're a part of our family now!" she said and retreated down the hall in laughter. Huh? They weren't going to kill me? That made no sense. Why would someone kidnap a person, and let them live? Was I to be a prisoner forever? Great…here's hoping I didn't live past eighteen. Since I was still in my pajamas, I made my way to the bathroom for a shower. Afterwards, I stood in the closet for about ten minutes trying to decide what to wear. After some digging, I managed to find some black sweatpants with the word 'juicy' written across the butt in glitter, and a form fitting blue t-shirt. Alice probably wouldn't like that of all the items I chose this, but I was going for comfort-not style. Regardless of what Alice tried to say, I knew I was as good as dead soon enough.

I thought briefly of staying put in my room, ignoring them all, and hoping foolishly that they'd tire of my rude behavior and let me go…or just kill me already. Either way worked…anything to get out of limbo. I walked back over to the stereo system, and hit the eject button, and was surprised to find nothing there. Okay, I know I didn't wake up and not only stop the CD, but put it back as well. Someone was definitely here, had to be Alice…right? I mean…surely even vampires respected privacy right? Yes, I said the 'V' word…I believed them. It's not like there was much choice after the little tricks Emmett pulled earlier. That just further sealed my fate-I was a goner. The only question left now was when?

I sat on the couch for a while, staring out the windows. I wondered what my dad was thinking, what he was doing. Was he searching for me? Of course he would, he was the chief of police for crying out loud. I missed him terribly, and that was saying something. My dad and I had never been verbose, but it wasn't ever uncomfortable between us either. We each had our own lives before we were thrown together, and they just kind of…worked into each other I guess. I cried for a while, mostly for him. How he'd never get the closure he deserved, and how I wished I could just let him know I was okay for now. Yes, I was most definitely homesick.