In which Edward throws a hissy fit because this is how I imagine him:

"We have to leave!" Edward shouted in the Volvo. "You don't understand. She knows who I am!"

"Well, what did she think about it?" Emmett asked from the front seat. He didn't seem too interested. He played a game on the Switch that clearly mattered more to him than Edward's concern.

"I don't know!" Edward hit his hand on the steering wheel as he whipped around a curve. "I thought maybe something was interfering during lunch, but when I focus on her, there's nothing. She's radio silence where sound should be." A calming sensation permeated the car. "Stop it, Jasper!" Jasper stopped trying to calm Edward and shrugged.

"Has this ever happened before?" Rosalie asked with obvious disinterest.

"Never. I've never met anyone, human or otherwise, who I couldn't read."

Emmett looked up, "Holy shit, does this mean she's cool? Maybe she's a demon!" Rosalie slapped the back of his head. "Ow! She's not a vampire."

"Definitely not," Alice said while looking out the window. "Heard her heartbeat."

Emmett nodded. "Dog?"

Rosalie hissed. "Not a dog. We'd have smelled her wet dog ass coming from the next town over."

"Alice, can you see her?" Edward was getting frantic. "Did you see her coming?"

"Nope. You don't think I would have told you?"

"I don't know! Can you see her now?" Edward was practically squeaking.

"Yeah…. no. When I try I see only blurry visions. I can see around her, but not her."

"Let's just kill her and get it over with," Rosalie said. She sounded like she was talking about the weather, not murdering a teenager.

"No!" Alice yelled too quickly. Everyone turned to look at her. Edward even looked at her in the rearview mirror. "What? We can't go kill humans just because. If we killed every human we thought was a threat to us, we'd kill every human." Jasper watched Alice a bit longer, trying to get a read on her emotions. She stuck her tongue out at him.

"And?" Rosalie asked, an eyebrow raised at her sister.

"Annnd she feels important. I'm not sure how, but she feels important to me. Her future has something to do with ours." Rosalie smirked. "Can we just save the killing for later? Let's at least talk to Carlisle."

Carlisle wasn't home when they arrived. Esme was out hunting, so the kids broke off and waited for their dad. Emmett went to play video games. Edward and Jasper went to their room. Edward could be heard shrilly freaking out through the door. Rosalie rolled her eyes. She and Alice went to the third floor where Alice's expansive bedroom was. Half of Alice's room was dedicated to art and fashion. She had mannequins that were half dressed and paintings from last night that were finally completely dry. Every set of paintbrushes was immaculate. A sewing machine was tucked in its own alcove, and the wall was covered in spools of fabric. Rosalie sat on Alice's bed while Alice paced.

"What if she's here to kill us!" Edward continued downstairs. "What if she's a spy!" They could hear Jasper quietly trying to calm Edward down.

"I don't understand how our brother is such a drama queen," Rosalie said while scrolling through her phone. "We could probably send him somewhere on a one-way ticket.

"We could, but he would run back," Alice laughed.

"-and NO ONE TAKES THIS AS SERIOUSLY AS I DO!" Edward's voice continued to get louder. "THEY DON'T EVEN CARE!"

Alice and Rosalie burst out laughing. "I'm just saying. We could bury him." Rosalie looked suddenly serious. She put her hand on her chin. "I bet concrete would hold him for a while."

"CONCRETE WON'T PROTECT YOU!" Edward shouted, and they laughed even harder.

Jasper must have worked his magic, because Edward didn't shout anymore. He was still talking, but he was much quieter. "We are going to have to talk to Esme about double soundproofing these walls. One layer isn't enough. Not with Elsa down there learning to 'Let it Go.'" Alice laughed at Rosalie behind her hand. She didn't want Edward to lose it again. "So," Rosalie drawled, "are we going to talk about that reaction in the car?"

"What reaction?" Alice asked as she resumed her pacing again.

"'Let's kill her. No!'" Rosalie imitated Alice's voice as she reminded her of the moment. "Why can't we kill her?"

"Because murder is wrong." Rosalie leaned forward, glaring at her pacing sister. "So?"

"So, we shouldn't kill people!"

"We're vampires. Isn't that exactly what we can do?" Alice glared at Rosalie. "See! Like that! What aren't you telling me?"

Alice shrugged. "I don't know. She's intriguing. You don't want to know why I can't see her, and why Edward can't hear her?"

"I'm curious, of course, but not curious enough to not kill her if she's a threat."

Alice eyed her sister. "Did she seem threatening to you?"

Rosalie held her hands out palms up and shrugged. "No? I didn't really notice anything off about her."

"Hm. Well, I'm looking forward to getting to know her. She's interesting."

"Sure," Rosalie hedged, "interesting."

"Shut up."

"Sure," Rosalie repeated. "Interesting."

Alice threw a pillow at Rosalie. It hit her in the face. Alice launched herself off her balcony into the backyard. She landed gracefully and spun around to look up at Rosalie. "You have to come home some time, midget!"

"Only in theory!" Alice called back. Rosalie rolled her eyes and disappeared into the house. Alice wondered how long she would wait to go home. Rosalie had the determination (and attitude) of a bull in a ring.

When Carlisle arrive home several hours later, Edward and Alice were the first to greet him in the yard. Edward, ever the drama queen, began before Carlisle could even fully exit his car. "Carlisle, there's this new girl at school and I don't know who or what she is but she knows who I am and I'm a little panicked and we should leave before she tells people and please just tell me you agree with me-"

"Whoa, who!" Carlisle held up his hands. "Slow down son, what's wrong?"

Alice cut in, "A girl at school scared him." Alice would have continued, but a hand caught the back of her head and slammed it forward into the grass and dirt of the front yard.

"Don't throw things at me," Rosalie said calmly.

Alice jumped up and spit out the dirt. "As I was saying, the new girl scares the prodigal son."

Carlisle raised his eyes at Rosalie and Alice's antics. He didn't comment. "Okay, what happened?" Carlisle walked to the house with his kids trailing him.

"She knows my name. She called me Edward Masen. Not a single human alive should know that name."

Carlisle kissed Esme, who met them at the door. "You let him hold onto this until I got home?"

Esme smiled. "I told him it would be fine, but he insisted he tell you. And that we move."

Carlisle turned back to Edward as he removed his coat. "I admit that is extremely strange and incredibly unlikely. She's not one of us?"

"Definitely not. Her heart beats, her eyes are green, and she smells human. Sort of."

"Sort of?"

"I didn't feel like killing her, so yes, sort of."

Carlisle nodded. "Not a wolf? Nothing you've ever encountered before?"

"I mean.." Edward shrugged. "No? I don't know. What else is there?"

Carlisle started to count on his fingers. "Werewolves, Vampires, Wendigos, Unicorns before they were hunted to extinction, Daemons, and we believe in God," Carlisle indicated Edward and himself. "That's just what we know about.

"Those were all bad! Except for God!"

Alice snorted, "Edward is afraid of Unicorns."

"I am not! This is serious!"

Carlisle tried to placate Edward. "I agree, this is serious."

"You do?" Edward said, relieved.

"Of course, I do. But," He looked at Edward sternly. "That doesn't mean we run. We just got resettled here. Relax. Watch her. She might just be a human who frightens you and guessed your name. Unlikely, but possible. She might be something else like the wolves. We wait and see. Maybe she's a friend. Maybe she's just been unlucky enough to settle here." Carlisle put his hands on his son's shoulders. "We'll monitor the situation. But for now, relax." Carlisle smiled at Edward, and for the moment, the conversation was over.

The next morning, Bella was awake at four am looking at her front door. Making a doggy door that Charlie could easily get in and out of required her to replace her entire front door. She would have to get a barn style door that split in the middle. This way the bottom half could be opened while the top remained closed, and vice versa. They'd had this problem before. Doggy doors just didn't come in Charlie's size. Bella measured the door and drew up the plans. She could create this on her own. With all the time in the world projects like these kept her busy. At five Charlie and Bella went on a run through the woods. They tore through the landscape for miles. Charlie was ecstatic about exploring the new place. He stopped every hundred yards to smell a tree, or a leaf, or a critter's home. They got home just in time for Bella to take a quick shower. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were a light silvery grey. Bella looked at the mirror and focused. They quickly shifted back to the green of yesterday. She smiled in the mirror and made them a shade lighter. She liked this shade better.

Bella walked out to her new truck. After school yesterday Bella had walked to the used car lot Mike had mentioned. He had been right, most of the cars ran. As soon as Bella laid eyes on the rusty red truck, she was sold. The 67 Chevy C10 pickup was exactly like the truck she'd had when they were brand new. Bella even checked the serial number just to make sure it wasn't the same truck she'd driven in the '60s. She was disappointed to see that it wasn't, but she happily handed over the seven grand for it. The man had tried to talk her out of it, sure the truck was going to die soon. After reminding her that there was a strict no return policy, he dropped the price from ten grand to seven. Bella must have looked like an innocent kid because he titled the car for free. She drove away, leaving his worried face in the rearview.

The truck was beautiful. It's rusted red paint job, it's wide flat grille, and it's bulbous headlights reminded her of the trouble she'd caused in the '60s. Drugs were fun. She'd gotten over the habit, but the truck made her think of Woodstock. Oh well, those years were gone. Bella drove the monster of a truck to the school. She was early, so she sat on the hood of her truck in the drizzle. She spent a few minutes drawing the woods from this morning. They had looked particularly bright around a clearing in the canopy. A boulder looked like it had been cracked in half from a big fall, though there was no high place it could have fallen from. The mystery of it amused her, so she spent some time committing it to paper. After fifteen minutes a pair of heels stopped in front of her. She didn't look up. The heel started to tap impatiently.

"You know," Bella said as she continued to shade the trees, "If you want someone's attention, you say hello."

"Hello," a beautiful and curt voice snapped.

Bella looked up. She smiled at the blonde in front of her. "Hello. Hale, is it?"

Rosalie huffed. "Swan, is it?"

"It is. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Bella finally closed her notebook.

"It seems you bothered my brother yesterday."

Bella looked across the parking lot to where the rest of the Cullen family was watching her. Edward was standing behind Jasper, watching Rosalie and Bella. Emmett leaned on a shiny Volvo, his arms folded and a lazy smile on his face. Bella liked him immediately. He looked like a boy in a giant's body. Bella waved at him. His grin turned into a full smile, and he waved back. The smallest one, Alice, watched this exchange with an amused expression on her face. "Did I? Strange, I only remember saying hi to him."

Rosalie folded her arms. "Leave him alone."

"As you wish, Aphrodite." A sly smile graced Bella's face. "You tell Masen, I'll leave him alone." Bella looked beyond Rosalie. Bella's eyes sparkled. Rosalie watched them, wondering if they were lighter than yesterday or if she was imagining it. "But I make no promises about little Cullen over there." Bella considered Emmett as well, "Or big Cullen." Rosalie started walking away. Bella shouted after her, "Or the pretty Hale!" Rosalie turned back. "Not you, your brother." Bella jumped off her truck and put her sketchbook in her backpack.

Angela joined Bella. "What was that?" She asked her tall friend.

"You know Weber, I'm not really sure. It seems exciting, though." Bella and Angela entered the school with all the Cullen's eyes watching them go.

Rosalie turned to Edward. "You know, I like her." Edward's jaw dropped. Alice danced into the school with Rosalie and Emmett behind her.

"It's alright babe, come on." Jasper dragged Edward in, reaching out with his gift to keep his mate calm.

Chill Eddie boy, chilllll

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