DISCLAIMER: I own none of the Twilight themes, characters or plot.

AN: I'd love advice and some criticism. I'm not a large fan of this pairing but I was curious as to what it would be like and one of my friends doesn't want to write this. I have random scenes written but nothing too amazing. I'm still trying to grasp Jasper's character. I actually lost my copy of Twilight and am going between sites and memory for the whole book so if something is out of place pleasedon't tell me. I mean this isn't going to be exact... no not at all. There's new bad people, new lovers, new story- same setting... It will be fun.

An 2: Emmett/Rose, Alice/Edward, Jasper/Bella- The first few chapters are kind of similar to Twilight, but I promise for them to be different later on. I have totally new villains, new problems and new blood cravings... No Bella isn't Jasper's singer, but since he's got a hard time with humans I can't let him have it easy. What kind of author would I be then?

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When I had arrived in Forks with news of my new car and the rainy weather, it should of been a sign that this trip was going to be hell. My own personal hell. I didn't enjoy the idea very much, but who would? People inspired to go to heaven when they died, an average person wasn't working to go to Hell in the end.

I was greeted earlier with Charlie and his infamous police cruiser outside of the airport in Port Angeles. I felt almost obliged to roll my eyes at the site of Charlie and his beloved car, but held it in as I climbed into the front seat, not wanting to come in as the "girl in the back of a police car". That happening would almost be as bad as being known as the daughter of delinquent runaway mother. I figured that was what they had renamed me. The town was small, surely they had to be talking. What else are they going to enjoy?

The rain?

Doubtful. Charlie drove with two hands firmly placed on the steering wheel, every once and awhile turning to smile or look at me. "You haven't changed much, Bells." He smiled, again and watched the road. "Your hair's longer, but that's about it."

I didn't respond immediately, much to Charlie's dislike. I vaguely nodded my head and let the tips of my fingers run through my hair. I hadn't noticed much of a change, and if Charlie did then surely it must of grown longer then I had expected it to. "I hadn't noticed."

Charlie shrugged, his smile immediately faded. "It could just be me imagining things. It's been -what feels like- forever since I've seen you and all I've got is pictures to look at. Your hair was much shorter in those pictures."

Truth is me and Charlie hadn't seen each other for a few months, although we've had a few telephone conversations -mostly concerning my grades and schoolwork, Charlie's work and how we've been. We didn't bother to ask each other about the weather; I was aware of the constant showers, as he was aware of the sunlight down in Phoenix. Other than that, I was out of complete contact with my own father.

It was quiet for a few minutes, until I broke out and had to ask about the car that "suited me". Charlie shrugged. "It isn't much. I bought it from a family friend, you should remember them: The Blacks. Billy and Jacob, his daughters." Noticing my confused face, Charlie continued, "You use to play with them when you were younger."

He frowned once he realized I still had no idea who he was talking about and gave up. "I'm sure you'll meet Billy and Jacob soon. The girls are gone now." Charlie sighed.

"How'd they get the car?" I asked, feeling very uncomfortable about this car that "suited me".

At this Charlie turned to look at me, for a few seconds, managing to catch my eye. "They bought it years ago. His son, Jacob, worked on it a bit so it runs smoothly and they offered to sell it to me for a good price once they heard you were coming back up. I bought it knowing you wouldn't want to show up in the back of this cruiser everyday."

I bit my bottom lip. "You didn't have to. I was saving up-"

Charlie waved his hand in the air. "No, no, no. Besides it's the least I can do for you. Consider it a welcoming gift."

We left it at this and let the silence take over. I let my head fall back against the seat, I leaned back and crossed my arms. My eyes closed and I listened to the light hum of the cruiser. From beside me I heard Charlie reach over and switch the button on the cruiser. He let the radio play for awhile, listening to the news and the weather reports until he finally shut those off and shook my shoulder. I sat up and opened my eyes, to notice teh car was parked and Charlie was climbing out with a prepared umbrella. He jogged over to my side of the car and opened my door.

I stepped under the umbrella and closer to charlie, squeezing under this small-ish umbrella. He placed an arm around my shoulder and steered me toward a large, Ford truck. It's faded red paint and box-like hood was simple, but in an odd way perfect. I commanded myself to stay back and slowly approach the car with Charlie (as much as I wanted to run up and jump inside) under his umbrella and when we finally go there he turned to me. "I know it's old, but-"

"She's perfect," I interrupted.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at me and chuckled, "She?"

I shrugged and explained, "It just feels like a she."

He chuckled again and ran a hand through his hair, and blushed. "Well, come one, climb on inside." He motioned his hand to the car and I widely grinned.

Instantly I opened the doors, like a child opening a new gift, and hopped right on in. I let my body settle against the leather-like material, gathering it's instant warm feeling and letting it flow through my body. I rolled down the window and sent Charlie a smile before saying, "She's perfect."

He smiled and motioned for me to wait. He ran back to grab my bags from the back of the cruiser and then he approached the car. "Roll up that window and lets get you settled in."

We both made our way to the door where I immediately threw myself into my room, unpacking and moving things around. Charlie came to check up on me once but other than that, everything was going smoothly.

Once done I threw myself onto my bed and stared at my ceiling. So... here I was. No mom. No Phil. No sun. I could stand it (mentally I'm nodding my head)- I would stand it. I never really thought I'd be here today or ever. I was sure this was a dream. Although I knew otherwise, that's all I wanted to believe. Maybe tomorrow I'd wake up in Phoenix and I'd still be with Mom and her new husband, Phil or maybe I'd be on the plane or in the car on my way to play back these last few hours. It might have been hopeful wishing, but something in me didn't want to except the fact that I was stuck here for sometime.

However, Mom and Phil needed this. They were out to travel and I, I was stuck here in Forks with Charlie. And tomorrow I was deemed the outcast, the new kid or daughter of that runaway. It all sounded so glorious.

"Hey Bells." I turned my head quickly to face Charlie who stood leaning against the my new doorway. "I ordered some pizza for us and it should be here in a few minutes." He smiled and looked around the room, finally his eyes came back to me. "You all done?"

I sat up and gave Charlie a nod of my head. He back away and turned from the door, until he reached the stairs. At that point I got up and fixed my wrinkled sheets. I guess this was it.

From beside me my newest classmate, a girl named Jessica with unruly, curly brown hair squeezed under a small headband giggled lightly and looked my way. "So." She turned to fully face me with a too large smile on her face. "Bella, how has your first day been?"

At the point I was prepared to lie- I actually had a lie prepared all day. "Pleasant." It wasn't the greatest lie, but it was all I could come up with; if I had said "It had been great" and managed to ramble on and on about the caring people here I would be lying and it would of been obvious.

Half the day I had spent pushing people away- people who wanted to show me around, guide me to my next class and hang out with me afterschool. I had given everyone a solid answer, each one's shoulders sagging as they walked away. I didn't think they'd be all that hurt from my rejection- I was just Isabella Swan the new girl in a small town. It must of been something historic. I must of have been the gossip of the day.

Mike, a sport boy styling a simple look, grabbed my shoulders and laughed, earning a glare from Jessica to me. "The sun must have you thrilled," he laughed. I chuckled dryly and wiggled out of his grasp. He continued, "What's your master opinion of Forks?" All of the heads shot up, even some from a few tables away. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, knowing I couldn't hide the blush coming and that I was stuck to uneasily stutter and stammer out a small answer.

It's desperate. "It's- um - small?" I flinched at the mild silence that appeared for a few seconds until everyone at the over crowded table laughed, someone even threw a fry at me hitting me straight on the forehead. I gave everyone a weak smile, threw the fry to the ground and tucked my hands between my thighs. Everyone at the table continued to talk to the partner next to them and I remained quiet. Despite the chatting going on all around me, I let my head turn ever so slightly to peer out the side of my eye and that's when I caught sight of them.

Seated in the back of the cafeteria was five people all quietly talking to each other in hushed tones. The trays in front of them were still filled with food and untouched. Watching them quietly chatting in the corner I had the feeling I was not the topic of their conversation; they made no short glances towards this table and they all sat circling each other just talking vigorously. This gave me an equal chance to gawk.

Admitting that they all looked alike, I knew at least four of them were with each other and that they had to be close. The girls sat close to their "boyfriends" almost leaning against them with all of their weight. None of the boys seemed to have cared and kept on with their conversation. One the boy's with black curly hair laughed and threw his head back, and the girl in his arms seemed to have yawned as if had hearing this joke, story or conversation before.

The girl yawning was (even from this sight) tall and very statuesque, with a simple, yet outstandingly beautiful and elegant figure fit, like the rest of them, to be a model. It was a body made for any women to envy and for any man to crave for a night and a few more after that. The curly, black-colored hair boy was large, and his features were strong and bold as if fit for a god, and like the rest of his body it was all sharp and very defined. Every muscle, every curl of his hair, and every move of his body was horribly perfect.

The second couple was sitting there, oddly molded together even with their size differences. The small girl, with choppy black hair rolled her eyes and looked pointly at the bronze haired boy behind her. He merely chuckled and kissed the small girl's -pixie-like girl- hair. His arm was around her, and suddenly he was pulling her closer to his chest so that she nearly sat on his lap. She giggled and hit the guy's chest.

The bronze haired boy was lanky compared to the other bulk guy, sitting one seat away. His hair was an obvious bed-head that fit him, and was, well, quiet attractive. The girl on his lap was smiling at him and giving him a small peck on the cheek.

Regardless of the bronze haired boy's stature compared to the small pixie's, they were cute together.

And there sitting alone, but not completely lonely- as if he had seen this years and years and it meant nothing to him- was a boy larger then the bronze-haired kid but smaller than the big one, with blonde locks that glistened against the florescent light bulbs. He laughed with the bigger one again, as if sharing a private joke and leaned back in his seat. I watched him raise both hands and rub them together. He must of been cold.

He leaned forward again, toward the blond girl and for second I saw a resemblance, and knew somehow the had to be related. He quickly whispered something and she nodded and laughed lightly. Looking at them was like watching a movie, everything was perfect, everyone was perfect and it just screamed "set up". I waited for the cameras to show up and follow them along as they recited their lines. I waited patiently.

I contemplated whether turning back to the person next to me and asking who the inhumanly beautiful people were or staring at the figures that had me in a trance. Never in my life was I going to get a chance to stare so intently at just one group without being caught, or having the guts to do it again, so how would I ruin this moment? Getting caught? Or breaking the gaze myself?

"Who are they?" I asked the closet person next to me, who turned to be Jessica, the girl with the unruly, brown curly hair. She noticed my stare and raised an eyebrow and grinned, as if she knew my very thoughts. I shuttered.

"They are the Cullens'," she explained with a withered look. "They moved here like, two years ago from Alaska."

I cleared my throat. "They are very ...gorgeous-looking." I kept my sentence simple, not wanting to seem too struck by just their looks.

Jessica chuckled and then pointed towards the small girl - "The little dark haired girl is Alice Brandon." She moved her finger to the boy Alice was sitting on. "That's the gorgeous Edward Cullen and beside him is Emmett Cullen-" The biggest one- "who's dating Rosalie Hale." Her finger moved to the blonde girl who now sat facing Emmett and then swept to the lonely one. "And that's Jasper Hale. He's perfect, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently none of the girls here can catch his interest." Jessica gave a swift shake of the head and smiled at me.

Jasper got up from the rest of his group and cleared his tray. His walk being almost heavenly, I couldn't help but stare as he walked back to his family, never catching my eye. Jessica giggled and nudged my left shoulder, "Good choice." I blushed as she understood my gaze.

I twisted back to look at her, only to catch her giggling behind her hand. After she finally stopped her giggles and recovered she straightened out her shirt and shook her head. "Be warned," she whispered, coming closer to me. I leaned closer to Jessica hear the secrets she was about to spill. "They're all related. Supposedly Doctor Cullen and his wife adopted them or something since she can't have kids. They're kind of weird. All of them, really."

I casted one last look toward the table and watched as the pixie and her boyfriend dropped off their trays and left the cafeteria. I sighed at their grace and was instantly envious; if I could have a quarter of that grace I might not have been so klutzy on the regular basis. My gaze turned to the last three at the table- Emmett, Rosalie and Jasper.

Without expectancy I was met with one single pair of golden eyes from across the room. Jasper's lips twisted into a small, hard, white line and his whole body went uneasy and stiff. He turned quickly to the rest of the remaining family and sat with his back facing me. Emmett's eyebrows went up, and suddenly I was a target to Rosalie's glare. All three of them rose at the same time and swiftly the couple broke off and threw their things in the trash as Jasper slightly jogged out of the cafeteria doors and to his next class.

The bell rung and everyone stood up, I slowly raising from my trance... What had I done wrong?