I sighed, and walked through the door to the house. I was dreading the moment I would have to speak to Renee, but I knew it was coming sooner or later, so why not now? I slowly trudged up the stairs into my hideously painted room, slamming the door a little harder than was necessary. I flipped open my phone, and punched her number into the dial pad. It rang for all of one second before she picked up, and destroyed my ear drums with her loud wailing.

"Lilianna! My baby!" Was all I could hear for the longest amount of time. Finally, she spoke a full sentence without screaming, and I was able to understand her.

"Baby, are you okay?" She sniffled, slowly calming down. I sighed once again, and nodded, even though she couldn't see me.

"Yes mom, I'm fine. I just lost my balance when the van came towards me. I fell and broke my arm. Not that big of a deal…"

I must have said the wrong thing, because she started to bawl once again.

"It is a big deal! You could have been killed! Oh, my baby! And you still don't remember me? Do you remember me?" She dared to let herself hope, but I knew I would just have to crush her. I sighed, and shook my head slightly.

"No mom, I'm sorry. I can't remember anything about who I am, or who my family is…" I said softly. Renee started to cry harder, and I immediately felt guilty. I know that I couldn't change what had happened, but that didn't mean that I couldn't feel sorry for those who were affected. I sighed, already knowing from the books what she was going to say next.

"Come home. You and Bella…come home, please!" She begged.

I felt sorry for her. Imagine if your child suddenly didn't even know that you were their parent, the immense feeling of horror and the pain that they must go through. I felt horrible, and shut my eyes tight, wishing that this hadn't have happened.

But was that really the case? I was the one who had been constantly wishing for Twilight to be real, thinking of all the things I'd change if I was in the series. Now I was given the chance to do exactly that, and here I was, wasting my chance by moping about it! But what about Nicole?

Another sharp pain went through me as I thought of my best friend. We had been talking just moments before I fell into the book series, and she had said that she was going to come over and rip my book out of my hands, but what would happen when she got there?

Would she realize that I was missing? And what would happen with my mother? She would probably freak out! My dad left when he found out that I had heart problems. Yes, I have heart problems. I can't get too excited or freak out too much, or else my heart will practically explode from the strain put on it. And when my father took me to the doctors because I was complaining about my chest hurting, they told us about my condition.

He left the very same day.

It stills hurts to think about it, the fact that he left because of me. Mom said that it was just because he wasn't strong enough to handle someone like me, and that was his loss for leaving me. Did I believe her? In truth, not really, but it was what she had been telling me ever since he left, since I was ten years old.

It had been seven years since he left me, but I had to get over him. Especially since my "mother" was on the other line, waiting for me to respond to her pleas. I shook my head softly.

"No, mom, I can't. And besides, I'm starting to like it here. There's lots of stuff going on," And vampires roaming around our high school. But I left that part out.

Renee just sobbed harder, and it took a while to calm her down. By the time I did calm her down, it was time for dinner, and I had to go. I told her my goodbyes, and promised her that I would call her later.

I rushed down to dinner, and jumped into my seat beside Bella. We ate in silence, and even did the dishes in silence. I headed up to my room, knowing that Bella was going to have her first dream about Edward tonight. But what I didn't know, is that I would have the same exact dream.

!#$%^

The dream was dark, just like Bella described in the books, and I saw Edward there, walking away from me. I don't know why I did it, but I ran after him. Except, no matter how hard I ran I could never get close enough to him. I tried to call out to him, but he never turned to face me.

I woke up suddenly, and gasped for air. Why did I have the same dream as Bella? What did I have to do with Edward? I barely even liked him; I was sooo team Jacob! Speaking of Jacob, I was looking forward to meeting him, and hoped he was as awesome as he was in the book series. I sighed, and went back to bed.

To Bella's dismay, we were the center of attention for the rest of that week, with people rushing up to us and asking for information about the van incident. Tyler Crowley, the boy who was actually driving the van, hounded us constantly, always asking how we were doing and what he could do to help us. By the stares he gave Bella and I, we had gained another unwelcome fan. Mike was horrible about it, and asked every single day how we were. Most of his concern was focused towards me, and part of me liked it, while the other part could only think of how annoying it was.

Edward and the Cullens didn't even look at us anymore, something I had forgotten about in the books. I also forgot about how long it was until something interesting happened. For the next month, Bella and I scrambled by, trying to ignore the Cullens ignoring us. Edward sat as far away as he could from Bella, and never said anything to her.

The one time she got up the courage to say hello during class, was the time he slightly turned his head, and nodded at her, a total rejection. I don't know why, since she wasn't my real sister, but I felt an unbearable urge to protect her, and seeing Edward treat her like garbage made my blood boil, and I almost snapped. I found myself glaring at Edward more often than not, a fact that made Mike more than happy.

I remember from the book, that Mike was worried Edward's rescue might make me fall in love with the sparkling dude, but seeing his delight that it seemed to be the opposite was kind of funny. Mike grew more confident every day, and chatted with me, flirting more often than not. And truth be told, I flirted back.

It was a Friday, the one day I decided to speak to Edward. I was sitting at the lunch table when I saw Bella looking sad. She sent a glance over at the Cullens, and then I knew why she felt down. And then I snapped.

"Did Cullen ignore you again?" I asked Bella. I spoke loudly, so everyone at the table (and the Cullen's) could hear me. Bella's eyes widened at my words, and she looked horrified. I took that as a yes. I stood up, and turned towards Edward's table. Bella shot up when she realized what I was doing, and then covered her face in horror.

Call me dumb, but I marched right over to that table of vampires, and stood behind Edwards back with my hands on my hips. Emmett broke his façade, and looked up at me, smirking. I raised my eyebrows at him, and he quickly looked back down.

"Hey, Cullen!" I shouted loud enough for everyone in the cafeteria to hear me. Edward stiffened when he heard me, but didn't turn.

"It's rude to ignore a lady, did you know that?" I spoke to him, making sure he and everyone else could hear me well.

"Oh my god…" I heard Bella say from across the cafeteria, and I smiled.

Edward turned around to face me, making my smile grow even more. I knew I couldn't say all of this in front of everyone else, so I leaned over, hushing my voice.

"I know that you've been ignoring my sister, and I want it to stop. She's trying to get past whatever . . . thing you have going on right now, and it would be nice if you played along. You know, I'd hate to ruin my manicure by pulverizing your pretty little face, Cullen,"

His face was priceless, a mix between surprise and disbelief. I smiled.

I looked around the table, only to see Emmett staring down my shirt. I realized that I was bent over, giving him full access to my cleavage. I quickly straitened, and flipped him off. His smile only grew.

I rolled my eyes, and walked back over to our table. Bella was muttering to herself, and I felt slightly guilty for putting her through that, but it would all be worth it in the end.

The first Tuesday of March rolled around, and I got a strange call from Jessica. Five seconds into the conversation, I realized what it was about. She asked me if it was alright to ask Mike to the dance coming up soon. Girl's choice.

I sighed. What was I supposed to do? I kind of wanted to go, but there was no way in hell I was leaving Bella alone. Maybe I could somehow convince her to come with me, but then that would interfere with the plot, and I couldn't do that. It was sad, however, because I really wanted to go with Mike. Well, maybe I could just go, since I knew that Bella would be perfectly fine without me.

NO!

It was a strange feeling, and I knew instantly that I wasn't going to leave Bella alone. So I sighed.

"No, Jessica, I don't mind in the least…" I spoke. I heard her relieved laugh on the other line as she spoke back to me.

"Are you sure you don't mind . . . you weren't planning on asking him?" She persisted.

"No, Jess," I took a deep breath. "I'm not going."

The next day, she wasn't her usual gushing self, and I knew why. Mike had rejected her, but I couldn't ask her about it, because I knew that I would be the last person she would want to talk to. Mike walked me to my class, as usual, but he was quiet as well.

When we got to our table near the back, he turned to me. I quickly sat down, knowing what to expect from him.

"So," He paused and looked at the floor. "Jessica asked me to the spring dance. . ."

I sighed, sad that it wasn't going to be me dancing with him on that Saturday.

"That's great!" I sighed again, trying to be cheery about it. "You'll have a lot of fun with Jessica!"

He backpedaled, obviously not very happy with my overly happy response. His face fell.

"Well . . ." He started. "I told her I had to think about it."

I gulped, getting ready to steal another one of Bella's lines.

"Why would you do that?"

Mike grew red in the face, and I could tell that he was embarrassed at the thought of him wanting me to ask him out.

"I was wondering if . . . well, if you might be planning to ask me."

Guilt swept over me. Unbearable guilt. But I saw from the corner of my eye, Edward tilt his head towards us, obviously listening in. Bella was outright staring at us, trying to figure out what I was going to say next.

"Mike, I think you should tell her yes . . ."

"Did you already ask someone?" His face made me feel so guilty so I quickly shook my head at him.

"No," I paused, and looked over at Bella. "I'm not going to the dance at all."

"Why not?" He demanded. I used Bella's excuse, knowing that she'd be grateful for plans to make an excuse of. That way when Eric asks her, she can say that she's going with me.

"I'm going to Seattle that Saturday,"

He looked crushed.

"Can't you go some other time?"

"Sorry, no."

Mike sat down beside me, looking glum. I needed to cheer him up somehow. So I leaned over, and gave him a peck on his cheek. He blushed furiously, and coughed nervously.

"What was that for?"

I smiled.

"You know, if I was going to the dance, I'd go with you. Just wanted you to know that . . ." I smiled at him, and he grinned triumphantly at me.

I looked back over to see both Edward and Bella gawking at me. Edward had a curious gaze, while Bella was outright confused.

This would be interesting.