"Jacob's going to drive us to school today, if you don't' mind." Bella said the next morning.

"I don't mind." Frankie said as she slipped on her boots.

"I think Quil might be coming but I'm not sure." Bella added and for some reason Frankie smiled at the thought of Quil.

As if on cue a car honked its horn and the girls headed out of the house and saw a Volkswagen Rabbit waiting in the driveway. They quickly climbed in and Jacob started of toward the High School.

"Is Quil your real name?"

"Yeah, I know it's kind of weird. I was named after my grandfather Quil Atera."

"I like it, it's different." Frankie said.

"Is Frankie short for something?" Quil asked.

" Yeah, Francis. But no one ever calls me that unless I am in trouble, my Mom was big on nicknames. My older sister Veronica is called Ronnie, my brother Michael Mikey, and my sister – Alexandria." Frankie said and swallowed hard. "Was called Alexei."
"Called?"

"Uh – Alexei she died three weeks ago." Frankie said her eyes going far away, she remembered her dream the night before.

"I'm so sorry." Quil said and Frankie blinked a few times and nodded her head.

"Here we are." Jacob said a second later and Frankie looked up to see the High School.

"I'll see you later." Frankie said climbing out.

Frankie sat behind the farthest building of the school her legs pulled close to her chest crying silently as she looked out at the woods. Everything was wrong and confusing, Alexei being gone, the feelings Frankie had for Quil and the way that the thought of Edward Cullen made her heart speed up.

"What are you doing back here?" A soft smooth voice asked, making Frankie look up confused.

Edward stood a few yards away wearing a black t-shirt, black jeans and a pair of black leather boots. His bronze hair was tasseled, his skin as pale as ever, and his eyes a blazing golden color.

"Nothing." Frankie said, whipping the tears on the back of her hand.

"You're crying." Edward commented, setting his leather messenger bag down in the grass and sitting down beside her. "What's wrong?"

"Everything." Frankie said. "Everything is wrong."

"Not everything can be wrong." Edward said. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Why should I? I don't know you."

"You can trust me."

Frankie narrowed her eyes thoughtfully and turned away thinking, eventually she decided to tell him a little.

"My sister died three weeks ago, I thought – living here in Forks would be easier then living back in New York and everything reminding me of Alexei. We where best friends and – I didn't want to have to remember – but everything is so much more complicated here."

"How so?" Edward asked.

"When I'm around your brother Jasper it's like I'm not even sad and I feel bad about that, when I'm around Bella's boyfriend's friend Quil I feel like I've known him forever and in a way it's like Alexei's back and then we have my feelings for -." Frankie said, and then stopped. She was about to say "my feels for you" but stopped herself in time. "My feelings are all jumbled up. Its like – I should be sad and I am but then sometimes I'm not and it's too soon to not feel sad. I should never not feel sad about Alexei dying, she was my best friend."

"Don't you think your sister would want you to be happy?"

"Of course, I just don't understand why she did it." Frankie said, starting to cry again.

"Did what?" Edward asked.

"Committed suicide, it's all my fault. I should have known – I should have somehow stopped her. Why didn't I know?"

"You're not a mind reader."

"No one is, I still should have known." Frankie said. "I feel so alone even though I'm not. I use to want to live forever, me and Alexei where going to live forever and visit all kinds of places. Like the book Tuck Everlasting, we'd drink the water and not ever have to die and now I don't want to live at all. I just want it all to stop."

"Things could get better." Edward said softly.

"But they shouldn't, I should be sad forever because she's gone." Frankie said, whipping her hand across her eyes. "Can I have a hug?"

"Sure." Edward said, holding his arms out and folding them around Frankie, the hug was a little stiff and one sided but it made Frankie feel better nonetheless.

"Thank you." Frankie said, pulling her legs close to her chest again.