"Charlotte," Lysander set me on my feet, "you may open your eyes now." My eyes fluttered open and I felt queasy. I closed my eyes and took a couple deep breaths. When the sinking feeling in my stomach faded, I opened my eyes. "Where are we," I asked Lysander. We were standing in someone's front yard. The house was huge and white. Floor to ceiling windows took up most of the house's structure. It was beautiful.

"This home belongs to an old friend of mine, Dr. Cullen," He responded. I bit my lip and ran a hand through my hair. "Lysander, I need to go home. I don't know you. I don't know Dr. Cullen," I rambled. I guess the whole stranger danger thing my mom drilled in my head as a kid just started kicking in. I mean really, when something is going on, and it's something bad or illegal, you don't really think. You just do. At least, that's what happens to me. My whole body gets pins and needles and I act on adrenaline. I definitely don't stop and think about what's going on, until it's too late.

"Charlotte, I assure you that I have no intention of hurting you. My friend and his family are gentle and kind people. You are safe. Trust in me, Charlotte," Lysander spoke in a comforting, yet pleading voice. I stared at the ground for a minute. Trust. That's hard from me to do. I don't exactly trust people. I may rely on them, but I don't trust them.

"Lysander!" A male voice exclaimed from behind me. I turned around. A pale man with golden hair waved to Lysander. I stared at him with wide eyes. He seemed so much like Edward. Their eyes were exactly the same. They seemed so unnatural. I think Bella said Edward's last name was Cullen. It would only make sense that this man was his father or at least a relative.

's smile brightened when he saw me. "Lysander, come in," the doctor motioned with his hands. "One moment, Carlisle," Lysander called to the man. "Charlotte, I would not put you in harm. These people will not hurt you but," Lysander took a short, dramatic breath, "you may wait outside if you wish." I rolled my eyes. I felt like he was talking down to me. His tone made me feel like a stubborn child. "I'll go inside but, you have to take me home by ten or back to La Push." Lysander's face lit up and he smiled, "Perfect."

I began to follow Lysander inside the house when I noticed a deer rushing through the woods. I looked ahead at the old friends immersed in a conversation. They wouldn't notice if I just went for a little walk, right? I won't go that deep in the woods and the wolves are just in La Push, I think. I guess it would be best to just stay with Lysander.

As I approached the Cullen's front door, I felt more and more alone. Lysander and Carlisle were talking about old times and shit. I don't have anyone to discuss old times with. I don't even have old times to discuss. My only memories are of moving from place to place. Sure, I have memories from when my brother and dad were alive, but remembering them makes me depressed.

Pushing those thoughts to the back of my head, I stepped through the doorway and entered the Cullen's beautiful home. The inside was just as impressive as the outside. I hope they're not rich assholes. I heard musical laughter and at first I thought it was Lysander but I noticed it was Edward instead. Bella introduced us once at school but I'm a grade below them so I rarely see them in school. I never knew he was rich or anything. Maybe I would have if I listened to the annoying gossipers at school. Whatever.

Edward walked, well glided, over to me. "Charlotte," he said with a nod. "Hi," I greeted awkwardly. He ran a hand through his perfectly combed hair. Seth is way cuter. I subconsciously reasoned. I mean Seth has dimples! Who doesn't love dimples? Plus his smile is amazing. Ugh, I am officially pathetic. I have to stop thinking about him. I'm just going to end up leaving him in the end. Mom will probably want to move to Alaska next.

"Would you like a tour of the house?" Edward asked. I came back to earth and nodded my head, "Sure." The pale teen with the way too fashionable outfit lead me into their extravagant kitchen. I looked around, extremely impressed. I could never afford any of this crap: crystal glasses, marble counter tops, and motion activated garbage can. I heard Edward chuckle randomly. "What's so funny?" I asked with a little attitude. The boy shook his head. "Nothing," he replied. I hate when people do that. Obviously something made him laugh. Even people who are crazy have their reasons.

"What's next," I asked with an edge of annoyance. Edward scratched the back of his neck and bit his lip. "We can go to my room," he suggested. I shrugged my shoulders, "Lead the way." Edward turned around and took me upstairs to his room. Once inside, I was a little jealous. He had a wall made of glass facing the forest and an insane amount of records, CDs, and cassettes throughout his room. "Wow," I stated absentmindedly. "You like music?" Edward asked. "Love it," I replied with a smile. I took a step towards the nearest collection of music and scan the titles. I realized he had everything in order by genre. I happened to be in the classical section.

"Do you have anything good?" I said in a teasing voice. Edward smirked and shook his head at me. "What do you like?" He said taking a step closer to me. "A better question would be what I don't like," I joked. Edward laughed and I smiled a little myself. This kid isn't as much as a prude as I thought he would be.