"Why do they keep staring over here?" I asked my brother, not feeling self-conscious, but rather feeling... totally creeped out. The group of kids we had just talked to would not stop staring. Neither would anyone else.

"They probably think we're hot," my brother answered jokingly.

I sighed. "But didn't we JUST have a conversation with them about how we all agreed staring was annoying?"

"Yeah. Anyways, that one guy sort of looks like Shane does!" He said, laughing and motioning back behind him to where to others were. "But I think he was bigger!"

"Don't tell Shane that! He'd be pissed," and I smiled. With a look at my canteen, I realized my brother was hungry. I don't know how I knew. I could just tell. "What do you want to eat?" I asked him. "And speaking of that... we need to make a grocery list. Shane won't do it if we don't. So I guess we have to cook... still."

He just looked at me, and then looked up at the ceiling. I knew he didn't appreciate my tone.

"I know! I'm just saying... I don't mind cooking, Miles. You know that's not what I'm saying. I know he tries to take care of us..." I started, and I could tell he didn't like that I only said tries. "And he succeeds! Happy? I mean. I know we can do our part. And yes, Miles, I know he's doing the best he can! Okay! Shit. Stop yelling at me." I laughed, "You're making me feel guilty." I gave him a puppy face and he smirked, shrugging.

"I hate you, Miles Wallis." I told him meanly. "You stop being a brat and maybe we can work this out."

He didn't say anything. He never does. He knows exactly what to do to get his point across to me.

"Okay. Stop being a brat or I won't go get food with you!" I laughed evilly, knowing that would be his downfall. He didn't like to be alone, either.

He sighed, and I knew he was giving in.

"I love you too, Miles Wallis." I told him with a knowing smile, and we stood up together to get him some food.

I put my arm through his as he walked and he bit his lip insecurely, glancing quickly at our locked arms.

"No one is going to think we're dating," I laughed. "If they do, who cares? We know differently." I couldn't care less what others thought. I thought that was one of the few redeeming qualities I possessed.

He smiled at me, and got food. But all he got was caramel and apples. That little anorexic! That made me hungry, just seeing it. It was my favourite!

"Well, if you want some, get some, Lee," He said kindly. I nodded, but didn't get anything, and we walked away. "You are so lazy, Charley Wallis."

I don't know why we did, but we called each other by our full names when we were trying to joke, but be nice at the same time. Or we did it just when we felt like it, I s'pose.

We sat back at the table, and he ate. I watched him, thinking. I don't know what I would do if I lost him or Shane. Mostly him. I loved Shane and the three of us matched up perfectly, but without Miles Wallis I would be truly alone in this world. He was my other half.

He sighed, but kept eating. "I feel the same, Charley. But I'm not going anywhere." He smiled up at me. I couldn't wait until we got home and he would talk again. He never talked around other people because we didn't have to. He was so shy! "I'm not shy." He told me. "I just don't want everyone to know why I'm thinking."

I smiled widely. "You Miles Wallis are the true Man of Mystery. Isn't that Austin Powers or James Bond? Either way. You were born to play that role."

He glanced over my shoulder for less than half a second and I knew someone was approaching us. "Who is it?" I asked, curious, but too lazy to turn around.

"Do you mind if we join you?" Angela, Jessica, and two boys were standing behind me. I didn't mind Angela at all. She seemed like a sweetheart. But I would rather no one else was there. And I knew Miles Wallis felt the same. I could tell he was a bit attracted by Angela, anyway. But if the others came along with Angela, they couldn't be that bad, right?

They other two boys names were Mike and Eric. Mike's parents owned some outdoors place or something. I don't know. I wasn't really listening. I was just watching Miles watch Angela, knowing he was absolutely entranced.

Jessica obviously thought my brother was hot. It was gross to see her staring at him like that, because I knew what thoughts generally went with stares like those. People aren't meat. You don't eat them unless you're a cannibal, or a vampire. So quit staring at him like that! I wanted to gag, or punch her. But I was too busy working on keeping my thoughts calm and nice.

Mike and Eric watched my every move. Which wasn't much seeing as I was too busy staring at my brother and Jessica. No one really said anything at all, other than brief introductions. I needed to get out of here. Now. Before I snapped and said something mean.

My brother put his hand over mine, knowing I needed to be calmed. "Come on, Lee, let's go to class." He said, and we stood up.

"Bye Angela," I said to her, ignoring the others. She smiled at me, and waved at Miles, somehow knowing he wouldn't want to say more. Miles waved back and I felt a victorious glee rolling off of him in waves. I put my arm back through his and we went to finish off our first day at Forks High.

When we got out to the parking lot at the end of the day, we saw Shane leaning against... a Jeep Wrangler! I whooped and ran to the car and pounced on Shane who once again picked me up over his shoulder. "SHANE! PUT ME DOWN!"

If we hadn't been receiving enough weird looks yet, we sure were now. Oh, well!

"SHAAAANNNNE!" I whined loudly, and he just held me there, and began casually talking to Miles. "SHANE I HAVE A SKIRT ON PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!"

At that realization, Shane immediately put me down and apologized, blushing. "I'm so sorry! I forgot!"

I sighed and laughed. "It's okay. It's kind of long. But it's not THAT long. I just want to be safe." I told him, and looked around to see we were still getting some hysterical looks. We weren't weird people. We were just doing what we wanted. We were having fun. Why did people have to stare? "So who is the Jeep for?!" I asked excitedly, changing the subject to something less embarrassing.

"Well, I got it used," he started, "So it's not too great. But it's worth it, I think. And I don't know. I figured you guys could just swap out whenever you wanted."

"I call it first!" I said to Miles before he even had the chance to speak. I knew he didn't really mind. He liked sleeker cars anyway, like the Lexus. "Have I ever told you that you are the best big brother ever?" I asked Shane, sucking up a whole bunch.

Shane smile faded, and then came back in full force after a minute or two. "Thanks, sis. I love you guys," he said, and gave us noogies.

"There you go, messing up my hair! And Miles! His took time this morning for me to do!" I said, glaring at Shane and attempting to fix Miles hair up quickly.

He swatted my hand away. "Lee! Stop it! You're embarrassing me." But he was just joking. I know he didn't really mind. And then I heard a voice that was somewhat familiar to me now. It was the light, girly voice.

"Do you dress up your brothers, too?!" The smallest girl from lunch said excitedly. All the others were right behind her. Apparently they were parked right next to us.

I laughed. And turned. "They aren't going to dress themselves!" I told her happily. "But it's okay, they don't mind."

And both my big brothers, loyal as they are, shrugged in agreement.

She gaped at them, and turned to me again. "I wish I was so lucky! I have to fight everyone to get what I want! You should see it! It's crazy!" She said, giving me an awestruck look.

I smiled at her. "I lucked out with these two. I'm Charley, by the way. And these are my brothers Miles and Shane." I gestured to each one accordingly, and Shane bowed playfully, causing me to laugh.

The small girl waved lightly. "I'm Alice Cullen, and this is my older brother Emmett Cullen. This is my boyfriend, Jasper Hale, and this is his twin Rosalie Hale. And this is Bella Swan. She's dating Edward Mason." She also gestured accordingly. The blond ones WERE twins, the girl blushing like crazy was Bella, and the handsome one was Emmett. Got it. I think.

"So you guys are pretty much paired off?" I laughed. "Nice job." I commented on their apparent skills. They all looked as though they were very much in love with one another, too. I was kind of jealous.

"Yeah, it's great!" Bella said happily.

Shane's voice echoed from behind me. "Swan? As in, chief Swan's daughter?" Chief Swan? Ah, probably his boss.

Bella blushed a deep maroon colour. "Yes, Charlie is my dad."

I turned to see Shane nodding, his hair flopping up and down with his head. "I work at the police station now. Just curious."

Miles shifted uncomfortably next to me. "Well, guess we better get going." I said. "It was nice to officially meet all of you."

We hopped in the Jeep and Shane drove us back to the apartment, away from the Cullens and the Hales, Edward Mason and Bella Swan, and away from the school. As we drove away, I realized that no one could keep his or her eyes off of us. Boy, that was going to get annoying. But it's okay, because I couldn't keep my eyes off Emmett.

We got home and Shane asked us how school was while we ate a quick lunch; lo mien I had made the night before.

"Well, I don't think Miles talked more than twice." I laughed, poking him with my chopstick.

He made a face.

"Yeah, I don't care. I hope the sauce got all over you!" I laughed and he shook his head, rolling his eyes.

Shane looked between the two of us. "I know I was never around when Mom and Dad were alive, and I know that even over these last two months I haven't been around much. But how do you guys do that with each other? Like, I should be able to catch at least some of your conversations but I don't because it seems like you have them in your head!"

I sighed. "We don't understand either. We just KNOW. It's hard to explain."

"Well..." Shane started. "How did you know that he was afraid of you getting sauce on him?"

I laughed. I thought that was obvious? "That chopstick has soy sauce all over it and I poked him with it. He made a face. What else could it be?"

Shane thought about that for a moment. "He could not want to be poked."

"She knows I would care more about the sauce then being poked. It's just... we know each other too well." Miles tried to explain and I gestured toward him.

"Exactly!" I nodded in approval.

Shane just rolled his eyes. "Whatever guys," he laughed. "I vote it's time to paint now."

And so we painted. We painted gold, burnt orange, a nice yellow, a bright green, pale blue, black, white, bright red, and even navy blue. We painted until we had enough paint in our hair that we'd have to take seven showers just to get it out. And we had more fun than anyone else was having in the whole world. I appreciated my brother more than anything. And I loved them more than anything. Nothing could ever beat this.

If only my parents and little brother had been able to join us. THAT could beat this.