Disclaimer: I just realized; I don't actually have a disclaimer before Chapter 1! So... I own nothing. Yeah.


I can't believe it had happened again.

And at such a crucial moment in my life, too!

Here I was, going insane, and I had to go and fall down!!!!!

No, I did not faint. I just fell down. That's it. Really.

Because after I ended up on the ground (OK, so maybe I don't actually remember the whole falling part, but still, I just fell down.) I was perfectly fine. Well, a little woozy, but still fine. Really. I just had to sit down and put my head between my knees. That's all.

I was just about to get up off the floor - oh, God, I was in for one hell of a head rush - when I saw them. The them. Uh-huh. All ten of them!!!!! In my house!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Standing next to the stairs!!!! Well, not all of them were next to the stairs, some of them were on the stairs, and standing around me, gaping. It was actually kind of weird.

I looked to my side, and saw that I had knocked over the table that normally stood next to the stairs. And all the flowers on it. And the library books that needed to go back.

Oh, this was just getting better and better.

"Oh, God." I placed my hand over my eyes, which I squeezed shut. And when I opened them, they would all be gone.

I took a little peek from between my fingers. Nope, still there. Just a few minutes more and -

"OK, I'm bored now." AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EMMETT!!!!!!!!!! JUST LIKE I'D THOUGHT HE'D SOUNDED WHEN I WAS READING THE BOOK!!!!!!!!!!

"What book?" AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just about fell down again.


Edward's POV

What was wrong with this girl?

Why does she think she fell down when she clearly fainted?

And why did she faint in the first place?

And what was with the screaming in the head?

And why was she covering her eyes and playing - was that Fall Out Boy? - in her head?

"Why are you covering your eyes and playing Fall Out Boy in your head?" I inquired.

"OK, Mr. Edward, figment-of-my-imagination-head; I'm closing my eyes and using my mental Ipod to try to block out the crazy." (AN: I do that sometimes...)

"Okaaaaay..." This girl... was... there was something wrong with her! "What book?" I asked again, hoping to get a better response this time.

Her hands snapped from their position in front of her face to her hips, and she glared at me.

"What. Book?" She spat vehemently. "Did you just ask me what book?"

"Umm... yeah." I was thoroughly confused.

Oh, God, he seems so much like Robert Pattinson in the movie... only hotter!

"Okay, Crazy, what book do you keep talking about, who's Robert Pattinson, and WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!?" Somewhere between the beginning and the end of my statement, I had stood up and curled my fists into balls, scraping my palms with my fingernails. Jacob chuckled at my anger. I snarled back.

Seeing myself in her mind, the next thing she said was extremely surprising, because the girl exhaled deeply and asked, "Are you guys sure you're not fictional?"


Anyways, I wrote and reread this chapter while sugar-high, and I'm sorry if it comes out totally incomprehensible.

P.S. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

P.P.S. I like F.O.B.!

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it...

(I'm sorry if offend anybody by putting that there. If you don't like F.O.B., just pretend I said some other band. Or artist.)