AN: Can you say extended absence? Sorry, guys… College classes suck, that's all I can say.

I don't own anything.


The next morning, the entire group woke up to the smells of breakfast and the sound of a group of excited girls. Slowly, the group of people in both dorm rooms stumbled out of bed only to find a group of hyper girls jumping around the kitchen as their main kidnapper (I mean, hostess) cooked pancakes by the dozens. The curly haired girl danced- er, stumbled- back and forth between pots and pans of cooking food, singing along with the music in the kitchen and occasionally jumping in to her friends' conversations. They were obviously quoting something back and forth, but everyone else was completely lost. They continued their shenanigans, not noticing the crowd they were drawing.

"You're the Black Eyed Peas!" One of the blondes shouted, faking an astonished face. The tall, short haired brunette groaned.

"Aw, c'mon! Why does everyone think we're the Black Eyed Peas?"

"Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Kat questioned.

"Oh, I work part time at Abercrombie & Fitch." Another girl explained.

"Edward! Oh my God, Edward, we love you, you're the best!" The shortest blonde shouted. Edward looked vaguely frightened. Layla spun around on the girl.

"No! Jacob's the best!" She screamed, faking slamming the blonde in the head with something.

"Never trust a vampire- trust me." Emmett snorted at that one.

"Does my being half naked bother you?"

"You punched a werewolf in the face?"

"I know what you are…" Layla murmured darkly

"JONAS BROTHER!" The entire kitchen shouted in response.

"Yes… Wait what? No, you idiot, I'm a vampire!" Layla growled back.

"… That was my next guess." Everyone responded back. The watching vampires were lost, a rare feeling for them.

Genevera grabbed River and spun her around, both of them giggling.

"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb…"

"Don't go there! Everyone knows Edward and Bella SO brought the word masochistic back. And the comparing her to a drug thing? Um…" Bella blushed and Edward looked completely mortified.

River turned to Layla. Layla grinned back. Tempy giggled.

She had them Apple-Bottom jeans, jeans
Boots with the fur!

They screamed the lyrics out loudly.

The whole club was lookin' at her!
She hit the floor, next thing you know
Shorty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low.

"Superfishies!" Another of the girls shouted. Layla groaned.

"I tripped on her rug, you annoying people! It wasn't MY fault her fish died!" Edward could see the memory as one of the girls relived it and had a hard time not bursting out laughing.

Baby I LIKE IT!

Ari jumped in, screaming joyfully. Layla giggled and turned to flip the matzabry in the pan.

The way you move on the floor!
Baby I LIKE IT!
Come on and gimme some more!

The rest of the people stood in the entrance to the large dining area, astounded at the way everyone seemed to keep up with everyone.

"Who's that?" Katelyn inquired gleefully.

"Oh that's Snooki, J-Wow, DJ Pauly-D…" Tempy murmured back.

"No, no, not the dirtbags from the Jersey Shore." Layla giggled, sliding another giant matzabry onto a plate on the table, along with eggs, bacon, sausage, cinnamon rolls, pancakes, muffins, toast, hash browns, and tater tots. She was mixing a pot of sausage gravy while biscuits rose in the oven. The vampires- who had been up talking all night- were amazed that one small group of humans could cook so much. Layla looked up and noticed them there. Observing that nobody who wasn't already in on the secret was with them, she smiled and shook her head.

"Well I've got a huge pack of werewolves to feed, how else was I supposed to feed them?" She laughed, turning the heat on the gravy down to low and allowing it to simmer, not noticing the astounded look of the non-humans- and Bella- currently residing in the kitchen. With no cares in the world, the group of hyperactive girls settled down for a relatively muted breakfast. Bella, looking very awkward, folded into a chair to enjoy a meal. Edward sat next to her and played with her hair calmly.

Slowly, a few at a time, the others trickled into the cafeteria looking room, obviously drawn by the smell of food.

"What is this…?" Jacob inquired, poking at some sort of breakfast pizza. Layla smiles and explained.

"That's a matzabry. You make it by crumbling matza- that's unleavened bread- with some eggs and water. You mash it down to a crust in a buttered pan, wait a while, flip it in midair—" she demonstrated, flipping a matzabry crust deftly out and back into the pan. "then cover it in cheese, put tin foil loosely on top of the pan, and wait for it to be cooked. It's harder than it looks though—the first time I tried to flip the matza, it almost hit the ceiling, then I missed the pan and it ended up half in half out." Jacob looked completely lost, but he managed to gather that it was not poisonous and took a bite. His eyes lit up.

"This is really good!" He exclaimed through his full mouth, immediately taking a whole matzabry for himself. The girl giggled.

"That's what most people say." She replied. With a yawn, she set the last dish in the sink—to be cleaned later of course—and curled into a nearby chair with a book. She put an iPod headphone in her ear and pulled her hoodie over her head. She hummed along as she opened her book to where she'd left off.

"What chapter did you get to before the teacher interrupted you?" Kat inquired. Layla looked up curiously.

"Oh, 108." Everyone looked incredulous.

"How many chapters are there?" Mike asked, astounded that anyone would give up valuable time to read. Layla smiled and held up her current book, The Angel Experiment.

"Oh, only 134," she told them, rifling to the end. "No, wait, 135. There's an epilogue." Mike's eyes popped out.

"Eh, I'm just rereading it until I can get to a Borders and buy Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports." The girl said nonchalantly, returning to her book.

"And Max and Fang?" Tempy inquired, always the first one Layla dished to about new book couples.

"Nothing. Either they're both clueless, or there's something funky going on. Especially after the beach... Although, I've only read two of the books…" Layla recounted. Tempy pouted.

"Although there was an amazing FanFiction about the ever lovely Jace and Clary…" Layla hinted. Tempy's eyes lit up.

"You mean the one where they-"

"And then Isabelle-"

"And with Alec! And Magnus!" Tempy laughed. Everyone else in the kitchen looked absolutely lost. And on that stunned note, the rest of breakfast was finished. Layla quickly herded the stunned group of soon-to-be karaokers out into the auditorium.

She signed. "I don't know if I want to move on to Breaking Dawn yet." She mournfully informed her friends. "There's just so much to cover in the first three books! But at the same time, there are so many songs I want to do for Breaking Dawn. Like Stealing Cinderella, or All-American Girl, or even Daddy's Hands and In My Daughter's Eyes, no matter how cheesy those are." The group looked confused. Wait, someone had a baby soon? A little baby girl?

"Not to mention how Bella and Edward are likely to react to the news," Layla continued in a lower voice, forgetting that the vampires could hear everything. Edward and the rest of the Cullens froze. Layla looked up and, after seeing them frozen, swore quite loudly. This brought everyone but Edward out of his daze.

"Ugh, way to go Lay. Might as well announce her birthday and full name to the world, why don't you." Ari grumbled. Layla shook it off.

"Enough of that! Right now we have some singing to do. Edward, your turn."

Edward still looked too frozen to move, so Kat chucked a script at him. He caught it reflexively, before he looked at it and smiled grudgingly.

"Nice choice, I guess." He mumbled. Layla smiled.

"Okay, this is from Edward to Bella." She announced to the quieting auditorium as Edward made his way on stage. With a smile, she started the music.

Oh her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her trying

She's so beautiful
And I tell her every day

Yeah I know, I know
When I compliment her
She wont believe me
And it's so, it's so
Sad to think she don't see what I see

But every time she asks me "Do I look okay?"
I say

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

Her lips, her lips
I could kiss them all day if she'd let me
Her laugh, her laugh
She hates but I think it's so sexy

She's so beautiful
And I tell her every day

Oh you know, you know, you know
I'd never ask you to change
If perfect is what you're searching for
Then just stay the same

So don't even bother asking
If you look okay
You know I say

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

The way you are
The way you are
Girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

Edward smiled tenderly, for once not being upset over having to sing. It really was a beautiful song. Bella looked close to tears, because he'd sung it with so much emotion. He dropped the script, jumped off the stage, and hugged her tightly.

"I love you." He murmured into her hair.

"I love you too." She replied. Layla smiled and settled comfortably in her chair to finish her book.


AN: OH MY WORD I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE! D=

Okay, Disclaimers.

I don't own the Maximum Ride series, that's James Patterson.

I don't down the Mortal Instruments series, that's Cassandra Clare.

I don't own the song "Just the Way You Are," that's Bruno Mars.

I don't own Twilight, that's Stephenie Meyer.

I don't own any book or movie lines, (Vampires Suck or any Twilight/New Moon/Eclipse quotes of any kind.)

I don't own the song "Low," that's Flo Rida.

I don't own the song "I Like It," that's Enrique Iglesias

Any other mentioned songs belong to their respective owners.

Anything else you recognize, I probably don't own it.

And trust me, matzabry is REALLY good.