What would you do if you got sucked inside your favorite book? What if it's Twilight? Life imitates art imitates life couldn't be a more fitting line! The story starts off with a regular girl from Southern California, only to suddenly find herself immersed in Stephenie Meyer's book "Twilight".

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Spoiler warning: The Twilight Saga up until the last chapter of the unedited draft of Midnight Sun may be in here! Okay, not in here in here, but some spoilers might be, KAY PEEPS?

Disclaimer: OKAY I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT AND THE BOOKS ALREADY, I GOT IT THE FIRST TIME cries in corner … but at least I own a Twilight calendar (pokes tongue out)

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Preview: C-U-L-L-E-N.

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Be Careful What You Wish For

Chapter 4: Noticeable Differences ("Bella" 's POV)

Oh tralala! Look at me! I'm stuck inside a book. Inside Stephenie Meyer's Twilight world/universe, in fact. If I could roll my eyes at myself, I would. Oh wait, I can. Anyway, here I am rolling my eyes at myself.

Getting back to the situation at hand… for goodness' sakes, people! Try not to get sucked inside any book! It sucks - despite the Edward Cullenization of it all, in my case. I mean, sure, I get to witness Edward's dazzlingness, his Vanquish's vanquishness, and Bella's (my?), supposed plainness, but seriously…

It's a lot harder than it seems, and everything is really surreal - if you all would pardon the pun once again. Ok, except for the Bella-Meeting-Concrete parts (which I would've preferred to be surreal as well, but what with "Bella's" luck now my own… groan.)

Anyway, continuing on from yesterday's events, I'll give you all a Spark notes version of what happened after bumping into Alice Cullen:

I got into the Chevy truck that I/Bella happen to both love - its name is now Lucy, though don't ask me why. I just figured.

I then drove around town in an attempt to find my own house. In the process of doing so, I got a pretty good idea of how to navigate through Forks. And there is nothing here. I was THAT worried that Starbucks didn't exist at all. (I will cry for three days, if such) (A/N don't get offended, Forks residents!! I'm only making up stuff here, ok?! SORRY!!)

Well, at least there was a cute little half coffee shop, half bookstore in the style of an early 19th century house place near the high school. Wanting a nice cup of mocha cappuccino, I turned my truck into the parking lot and killed the engine. Huh. Lucy's engine's loud, no kidding…

So anyway, I gasped as I arrived inside "Café Adonis". Heh, reminds me of someone, I like this coffee shop already! Everything was bright and brown and earthy at the same time. A lush, ginormous maroon carpet was sprawled in the middle of the room, which took up around 15 by 15 feet of floor space. It wasn't on the floor permanently, just laid on it. Dark, wooden floors. Big windows. Next were the small arm chairs that were fitted with comfortable looking brown leather upholstery, scattered all over the open space with coffee tables that matched. This place looks so comfortable and luxurious at the same time! It can't be the Cullens', can it? Nah…

It was all so perfect… that is until I found that the epitome of Pennies (two faced, cough cough) and a Fig Newton were entertaining people with a sport that needed only two people to work - tongue hockey. Gag. No, seeing people make out isn't the gag-inducing part, it's the seeing these two do it part that hits the spot. How I recognize them, I do not know. Well, Jessica's face I hadn't seen before, but somehow - maybe, just maybe - Bella's memories are still with me from earlier morning's. Hmmm…

Anyway, Bella was/is a saint for having put up with this Fig Newton and Penny. Sigh.

Jessica, with her eyes, upon noticing that Mike's attention was suddenly released from her and their sport, shot me daggers. Oh if looks could kill, huh? Mike isn't a bast… bad person per se, but he got easily influenced by the tides, so it would seem. Judging from the looks his friends had on their faces, they just manipulated him into making out with Jessica. Poor kid.

From what I could recall, his friends were part of the "popular" clique of the school, though not as revered as the Cullens. Well, I guess they're admired in their own way - one that draws people to them (like fly paper), unlike the C's which repel people.

"Ah! Hey thereeee - I, uh, wasn't expecting you to visit, Bells!" (he sounded too familiar with me… gross) Mike managed to choke out, as he struggled to inconspicuously yank himself away from the girl. How he saw me, I do not know.

"Huh, what?" I replied, sounding bored. Because I was.

"Adonis!" Mike answered back with a cocky grin.

"Again, what?" I asked him, forcibly looking bored.

"This café!" he replied back, sounding desperate trying to be cute at the same time.

"Oh. Is this café your family's?" Don't roll your eyes, Bella. I had to remain calm.

"Not really. I just hang out here a lot." He tried to bat his eyelashes, acting cute. Ew, doesn't fit. "Ah, and with my crew," he pointed to his group. And I don't care, Fig Newton - oh I hope to God and all that is good that I didn't say this out loud. He continued to smile as if unaffected by my indifference, stressing his "I"… was he oblivious to his girl sitting beside him right this very second? Sigh.

"Oh. Okay." I then noticed Jessica looking at me, as if about to lunge at me and pull my hair out, strand by strand (ouch). How is it my fault this testosterone-driven idiot is attracted to me, Ms. Stanley? "Hi, Jess," I smiled as sweetly as I could. I actually really did want to try and fix my "friendship" with her, but it obviously isn't working out. She didn't do so much as even flinch. How is the shopping with her and Angela in Port Angeles going to work out? Oh groan…

"Did you come here knowing that I was going to be here??" Mike said, as if wanting to pick up the pace of the conversation and back to him. He had his gaze fixed on me, obviously trying to look dazzling (oh it was EPIC FAIL on his part though), "Mike, I just found out about this place like 5 minutes ago." I saw his smile drop a little (WIN!!).

He then continued, "… OH! SO, uh, anyway, you … wanna hang out wi-" Mike didn't manage to finish his sentence. Jessica stood up, she had had enough, grabbed Mike's arm, and practically dragged his butt out of Café Adonis.

They did not exit until Jessica took one last look back to where I was standing and silently mouthed to me "I'm WATCHING YOU." I think she added "Swan" at the end, trying to sound scary. Ha-ha-ha. I was half expecting her to point to her two eyes with her index finger and middle finger, then point to me with her index finger, trying to pull a Robert De Niro in Meet The Parents. But she didn't, oh well. They just up and left their stunned friends/spectators right then and there.

Dude, that girl's got issues. And I take it back, that guy is indeed a bas… bad person, being in a relationship yet still manages to poop out the courage to hit on some other girl. Ew, why me. He's all hers!

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WAAAAAAAAAAAIT just one gosh darn minute!

As the train of thoughts that hit me… suddenly hit, I had to sit down for everything to fall into place as my mind roared into full speed. I ordered a cup of coffee from the visual kei band member looking fellow (I don't know whether to say he fits in this café, or not, but its cool) who was apparently the barista for the uber hectic busy hours of the day (apparently, Mike and his "crew" weren't the only ones here from 4 to 6).

Anyway.

Oh.

No.

There are noticeable differences.

Mike and Jessica are already together. How? Why? That didn't happen without my influences in the book, and it happened towards the end…

OH. And why didn't I have Gym earlier after Biology? Much as I appreciate the lack of it, what with the klutziness factor and all… why?

God… and I wasn't able to bump into Edward for the second time, after that Bio lab, when he was wanting to switch schedules with the front desk lady! Sigh. Whuuuuttt… then again, he wouldn't be able to transfer anyway. I hope.

Am I influencing the occurrences in Twilight by making my own decisions, instead of Bella? Not good. I finished my up of mocha cappuccino, and headed out the café and went "home".

I kind of want to see Edward already though, even if I just had the glaring session with him earlier.

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When I got home was when I did all that Forks research for. I made Charlie a simple spaghetti and meat ball dinner, headed up to my room, and passed out promptly at 8 p.m. as I had mentioned in the previous chapter. And had the dream, too.

OH YEAH BUT WHO COULD FORGET THE DREAM, HUH? Having a gorgeous vampire embrace you like that isn't something one can forget easily. Nor would one choose to! Haha.

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The next couple of days at school went by "normally", as much as normally goes. I had adjusted to the routine I had with my high school itinerary, despite the Fig Newton and the Penny's added baggage to my problems. Oh Jessica "dislikes" me now all right. At least Angela and I are now good friends! Have I mentioned that I quickly set her up and Ben Cheney already? Hahaha, no I'm not a busy body.

The third night's sleep came as it did similar to the all the nights I had slept inside this book. The same dream, in the meadow, with a happy looking Edward flaunting his glittery skin at me. Did Edward seem as happy in the original book? The way things deviated now isn't good. But still, regardless of issues at hand, I continued to bask in the happiness the dream that is until….

RIIIIIINGGGG.

It was a cell phone. Waking me up at 7 in the morning… groan. It sounded as if it was the most annoying thing on EARTH. Which it was, at the moment.

RINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRINGINGINGIIRNIGNG.

I didn't even know I/Bella had a cell phone, so when I was waiting for that annoying ringing to stop, I realized that the sound was coming from my desk's drawer. I fished out my phone, and took a look at the caller ID.

RINGINGINGNING…. Blinks eyes.

Cullen.

Cullen.

Cullen.

Cullen.

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I wondered just how many ways it could be stylized. But yep, anyway, that's what's stamped onto my cell phone's screen. (A/N I don't actually know whether or not if phones can have caller ID features… but for the sake of my fanfic, THEY DO OKAY?! YAY)

NO friggin' way can it be Edward; not Edward Cullen. He's in ALASKA right now. And I'm still adjusting my life so I can be vampire-proof! NOOOO. Okay, but I kind of want to hear his voice for real already, I mean he and I didn't really talk in that Bio lab. And I don't even know him yet! Ugh, sad. That wasn't for until at least a week from now, as far as I could recall.

"Hello?" I said weakly, answering the phone. Three seconds later, I found myself speaking like a robot again, "uh… hello..?" Nobody was answering, but on the third try - third time's the charm - "Hellooo?" someone answered. A high-pitched, trying to be calm female voice that sounded more like bells than a human voice. "Isabella?" Whoa.

"A-a-alice? Alice Cullen?" I croaked out. "Um, I mean, who is this?" another slip up! God, how dumb can I get?!

"Haha, no, you got it right! Sorry about that, I was just wondering if you were all right?" Just dandy, because you woke me up at 7 in the morning, dear. "Yeah, what's up?" I answered, trying to sound more awake than I felt.

"Well, what with almost falling the other day and all... I figured your foot was injured, or something!" No, I'm just a klutz beyond belief (sob)… I take it back, I still like Alice. She's such a nice person!

"Haha, no I'm good. Thanks for your concern. I'm just a klutz, that's all. Uh…" I didn't know how to continue. Thankfully, Alice continued for me.

"I know what you're thinking. Sorry, I took the liberty of taking your cell phone number without your permission the other day. I was just so worried about you!" How can you be worried? Don't you see the future or something? I shook my head. "No I'm fine, thanks. No worries, then. I guess I'll see you at school?" I answered. "Yeah! Take care!! See you!" said Alice, sounding a bit too excited.

Oh this little pixie is up to something, and I have a feeling that she has a feeling that I have a feeling about it. And I think she thinks that I'm thinking of stuff, which I am. Devious little pixie. (and this is where things stop making sense)

The biggest noticeable difference of all would be the pixie… I mean Alice. How come things are different? What's happening?! I hope Edward isn't dragged back into the scene yet…

And so, with that, the week with Edward's temporary absence - and my special training - went into day 3. Would it be cheesy to say "…and the plot thickens" right now?

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Author's notes:

As you all can very well tell, my Bella is OOC. Sorry, these are actually my reactions, but I will try to make the plot work out so that you can still feel the essence of Bella's character in here. And that she is still the one Eddie falls head over fangs in love with in the end 3

The story is still kind of BLARGH, for lack of better adjectives, right now I know…. It'll get going in the couple of next chapters, promise!