Maybe it's a bit overworked, maybe it's not.
However, i like it. And it's not that much of a Twilight-fanfic frankly.
There won't be much of Bellward, since they're parents, and this is about their daughter.
But i hope you like my version of the second, or third, depends on how you count, generation of Cullens.
And i'm also glad you gave it a chance, since i know i suck at summeries.

And yes, i love Arctic Monkeys.
You'll see a lot of that in the chapters.

I really hope you'll like it.

Fluorescent Adolescent part 1

Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness


Landed in a very common crisis

A chair got pulled out beside me.

"Alice!" I gasped. "What are you doing here?" My friends turned silent, and just stared at her. My aunt smiled wide at me, removing the enormous sunshades from her face. "Where's Jazz?" It was weird seeing one without the other. Alice and Jasper were not two person, they were one. Almost like my parents.

"He's working, of course." She said. "What did you think? That I can't bare a second without him?" I laughed, and drank my coke.

"Yeah, something like that."

"You are much too like your parents." She sighed, shaking her head. I laughed again. My friends started to whisper behind me.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot. Guys, this is my aunt Alice. Alice these are my friends, Penny, Vi and Liz." I pointed at them in order and they waved and smiled awkwardly.

"Hi, girls. Nice finally meeting you." I had forgotten that Alice was overexcited about everything.

"So, what are you doing here, Alice?" I interrupted before she could distract me. She gave me a hard glance when she found herself being obligated to answer instead of chatting with my friends.

"Your parents are taking you somewhere this summer." She muttered.

"What?" I gasped. "Just me? How about my brother?" I glanced over to the end of the café where I knew he was sitting with his friends. Alice just waved her tiny hand in my face.

"Of course he'll come along to. The thing is, that I think I should warn you."

"Why?" I said, my eyes narrow.

"Oh, you look so much like your mother doing that." She chimed.

"Alice."

"Okay, well, I don't think you're going to like it. And when they decide they won't go back. You know how they are." I knew all too well how they were. I've lived in the same house for seventeen years!

"Okay, thanks, but won't you tell me were they're taking us? So I can prepare more properly, I mean." Alice just shook her head and smiled.

"I can't tell you that."

"Why?" I frowned, if she'd come this far to just warn me, then she should be able to tell everything.

"Cause they don't even know they're going somewhere yet." This was just too much. No, scratch that. This was just too Alice. I loved my aunt and all, but I didn't like the cryptic part of her.

"Alice." I groaned. "Stop doing that."

"What?" She smiled. Then she frowned. "Where's Bee, by the way, shouldn't she be with you?"

"She's got art." Bee was my cousin, and Alice' daughter. We shared almost every class and were very close friends, but today she had art during my lunch hour, so she wasn't able to sit with us.

Alice smiled. "That's my daughter." She said proudly. But then her face turned blank. "Oh no." She whispered, staring over my shoulder. "Sorry about this, love, but I gotta go. Say hi to your mom for me. Bye girls." She pushed her sunshades on again and ran away. I turned to look after her when I saw her disappearing out through the door. Not so far away in the café three girls my age stared after her, their cell phones in hand.

Oh, that was probably what was scaring Alice. She wasn't that fond of teenaged fans never shutting up about her designs. Alice took great pride in her fame and the praise her clothes got, but it could be a little too much some times. Even for her.

I sighed, turning back to my lunch.

"I can't believe that we finally actually got to me your aunt, Echo." Vi gasped.

"Stop calling me that." I regretted and always would, that they'd found out about my middle names. They just wouldn't stop teasing or calling me by them.

"I know, I almost thought you'd made up all about your family and stuff." Penny giggled. I rolled my eyes at them.

"You wish I had!" I groaned. "Alice can be impossible. You do not want to spend a family weekend with her."

"I admire her works, I do, but I can see why she'd be a little tiresome." Liz was the only one being reasonable, according to me.

"What really amazes me is that Bee is able to stay sane with a mother like that." I mused.

"Hey, sis." I turned around. "Was that just aunt Alice?" She would kill him if she heard the way he made that sound all old.

"Yup." I said.

"Weird, seeing her out of her studio, don't you think. And without Jazz."

"I know." I didn't like the fact that the entire café was listening to my brother and I. But he had been stupid enough to cry out across the room, so I had just to put up with it.

"What did she want?" I just shrugged and turned back to my drooling friends.

I smacked Vi to make a statement.

"Can you guys stop drooling over my brother!" I hissed.

"But he's hot." Vi whined and rubbed her arm.

"Yes I know." I winced at my own words.

"Wow, that sounded weird." Liz laughed, once again the first one to regain composure.

"Yes I know." I breathed again and rubbed my forehead. "What I meant was, sure, you think he's hot but I don't really like you all drooling over him and undressing him with your mind or whatever you're doing right now, PENNY!" I smacked the next arm since the owner hadn't listened to me, just kept staring at my brother.

A sigh from her and Vi told me that I just gave them ideas.

"Hey! Guys! Focus, okay. Or I'll tell him."

My brother, my cousins and I all went to the same school in New York. It was quite posh and snobbish, just looking at the tailor-sewn uniforms and designer bags and you could tell that everyone at our school had money. My family weren't that special, if you do not count our parents and that we all seemed to have some talent. And with talent I mean, a genius. Mine was films. I'd always been interested in it, and by my 11th birthday, my dad got me my first video camera. That was now one of my dearest treasures, even though it was broken and I had replaced it with something better. But I loved the old thing.

My brother's was music. He'd inherited that from my father, who couldn't be more proud of his son than when he sat by the piano. It might have started when I was about 4, and my brother was 5 and saw my father play. He hadn't stepped many feet away from it since then.

I had promised that I'd make every music video he'd have and even the film about his life someday. He made me swear on our lives. I was sure he held me tight to that promise still.

But when we started high school it all changed. My brother and I had always been close; our parents had encouraged us to play with each other and with our cousins.

They weren't really my cousins anymore, they'd never been. We were all siblings. We were all Cullens, except Bee who technically was a Cullen but whose last name was Whitlock.

We were six, the youngest generation of Cullens (and Whitlocks). My brother and I, Bee, or Briony, the twins Tiger and Leon and their sister, Ava. Mom told me once that we were like our parents had been when they were young, only they were in love. But we were just siblings and was comfortably with that.

But ever since we started high school, we'd all slide apart. Ava and I were both in the cheerleading squad and Bee and I had classes together, so we stayed together, but the boys. The twins were still close with my brother, since they were all the same age, but that was about it.

Two years in for me and Bee and they didn't even speak to us if they didn't have something to say. They'd never been sitting with us. But that just made it easier for me to see.

My friends and I had started calling it the Cullen syndrome for fun. The look almost all the girls in our school had when one of the twins or my brother entered the room. The look of desire and something close to love. But just the adoring kind that people used to look at Backstreet Boys with.

While the twins had just shrugged it off, they were a bit like their father at that point. Uncle Emmett had always been good-looking, but every time he'd gotten an offer he just declined it politely. Except for Rose, he's wife, of course. She could make him do everything she wanted.

But my brother hadn't Emmett and Rose for his parents. Instead he'd been blessed, or cursed according to himself, with dad's face, eyes and hair but mom's clumsiness, shyness and awkwardness. I had been told that it was almost impossible for children to have green eyes if one of the parents had brown, but then my brother and I had to be something very special, since we both had dad's green eyes when mom had brown.

Even I considered my brother the most good-looking boy in school, but I was his sister and not to be trusted. I had seen pictures of dad when he was our age, and it was freaky how alike father and son were. I wondered how all the grown-ups were able to handle it.

Since my brother was so good-looking, talented and smart, he gained even more attention then the twins. The way he couldn't walk over a flat surface without breaking every bone in his body didn't make things easier either. Thankfully he'd been equipped with mom's fast tongue, so he could handle himself. But most girls just found that even more attractive. There had been times when there actually had been so many girls stalking him from class to class that dad had accepted to call him in sick and then took him out for a concert.

That's my dad and brother for you.

And the only way of making my friends' minds stay out of the gutter also known as fantasies about my brother, was to threaten them that he'd find out.

He was known to not date, and especially not high school girls, according to the rumour. Being his sister I knew he didn't date at all. He wasn't the least interested.

But they kept thinking, if he didn't find out that they liked him, he would like them first and then everything would just happen.

That was just wishful thinking. Since they kept stalking him it was obvious for him who had a little softer spot from him than the others. I guess all high school girls are hypocrites.

All of my friends immediately turned away from my brother.

Yeah, maybe I was a little protective of him. But I didn't care. He was my brother, and who cared about age, I wanted to protect him even though he was older.

"Hey! Sis!" It was he again.

"Yeah?" I turned in my chair, only to find a cell phone on it's way towards me.

"Catch." He yelled. And I did. Might be the football-genes from Emmett. I hoped not.

"Who is it?"

"Mom. She wants to talk to you." I pressed the phone to my ear.

"Yeah?" I asked, weary. If mom called at school, it would be bad.

"Aurora February Echo Cullen!" Okay, that was, I admit, all my names. Aurora is my first name, which everyone calls me by, except from my friends of course. It means dawn. Apparently I was the dawn in dad's life when he finally had a daughter. February is my second name since I was born in February and mom liked it. Echo, since both of them enjoy ancient culture way too much. It is pretty sad having that name, though. Since the Echo in the story died from heartbreak, and didn't even get to heaven, or "Hades", properly. The only name I actually liked was Aurora, and Cullen of course. Aurora was the name of Sleeping Beauty in the Disney film, and it had always made me feel like a princess. To be true, I was sort of a princess.

"Yes?" I whispered since mom had yelled at me. She was obviously ticked.

"Why do I get a phone call from your principal saying you've skipped two classes this morning, again?" I opened my mouth to explain, but then closed it again. I figured she wouldn't be so happy with me if I told her the truth.

This morning the most perfect sun had risen over Manhattan, and I couldn't stop myself. I knew it wasn't a weekend, but I had collected the entire cast anyway and shot one scene for a movie I was working with. It had taken far too long, and in the end I had missed my first two classes. They were only chemistry and PE so I hadn't missed anything, but I knew mom would kill me for it nonetheless. She hated the way I usually didn't care about school just because, one, I thought I had better things to do, and two, that, with all dad's money and the inheritance I would get when I was old enough, I would never have to work in my life. So education wasn't that important.

Mom would chop my head of if she had heard what I just thought.

When I didn't answer, she continued throwing a fit. "I don't know about you Aurora, but I wouldn't like to be treated with sarcasm from everyone around me just because I cut school! I would have been embarrassed when I had the opportunity to actually do something with my life and then just throw it away like a spoiled brat. Cause that's how you've been acting recently. Like a spoiled brat. And why aren't you answering your phone? Why do I have to go through your brother to get a hold off you?"

"I-I…" I stuttered. Angry-Mom wasn't to be taken easy. To be frank, I was scared. There was no way of telling what she would do to me.

"Are you telling me you have no reason for cutting class?" She hissed. I could see her in front of me; her eyes narrow, her mouth tense like when she was really angry, her fist clutching.

I shivered.

"Well, no, I don't." I whispered. Better to have a bad excuse then none at all, right?

"Let us hear it then." I gulped.

"Us?"

"Hi, love. How's your day been?" Oh no. I closed my eyes. I was on speaker and dad was in the room with the phone and my very ticked mom. I was doomed.

"Good, thank you. And yours?" I should have cookie points for trying at least.

"Don't try to worm out of this, princess." He chuckled. There it was, my father's nickname for me. Princess. "Why did you skip class this morning? Your mother is very upset about that, you know." Yeah I could tell.

I sighed. My friends had stopped listening in to me conversations since it became clear that I was being lectured.

"Well, the sunrise was so beautiful this morning, and… well, it fitted perfect for the plan I had for a scene so I kinda…"

"Aurora February Echo Cullen!" My mom yelled even more now. A chill ran down my spine after hearing me full name again in less then two minutes. "Did you skip class so you could go down to Central Park and FILM?!" Dad didn't say a word, which meant even he was disappointed with me. This was not good, I hated when he was disappointed. I didn't like it when mom was either, but dad was dad… it stung a little worse.

"Yes, I did." I whispered, barely hearable in the receiver.

"Bella, love. Calm down." I heard dad through the phone. Oh no, she was really mad.

"Aurora!" She called, not at all soothed by dad. "Do you have any idea how much money your father is spending on your education?" Actually, I hadn't. They wouldn't tell me, and I don't think they ever would if I didn't found out myself. "A lot." She said, cutting my train of thought off. "And when we do, we expect you to go to school so we get something out of those money. But right now it seems like it would be better if we donated it to starving children in Africa, for you do not seem to care! Am I wrong, Aurora?" I gulped. This was not good.

"But mom." I tried. "It was two classes." Wrong tactic.

"Two classes?!" She howled. "Two classes!? Yes, my dear, this week. But last week it was five, and the week before that it was seven. When are you going to understand that I won't have it this way?" I hadn't realised that I had cut class that often recently. But all those times it had been perfect weather; I just couldn't resist the opportunity.

I kept silent, knowing that I would only make it worse if I said anything.

I heard mom sigh in the other end.

"I will talk to your father about this, and when you come home we will speak. Get that?" I nodded, and then remembered that she couldn't see me.

"Yes. I understand. Bye mom, bye dad." I hit the button and then started to stare at the phone in my hand.

"What's up today? First Alice joins you guys for lunch, then mom calls and freaks out so everyone can hear. It must be something with the stars." I didn't need to look up to know the look on my friends face', neither to know who sat beside me.

"What do you want?" I breathed, still scared to death. It had been a while since mom had been so angry with me. And I feared this wasn't over yet.

"My phone back." He said, grabbing it from my hand. "Thank you. Don't you have class soon, by the way?"

Liz jumped to rescue. "Yeah we do. Come on Echo, let's go." She grabbed my bag and my arm and pulled me up. "Come on, Vi, Penny." She almost dragged me out of the café. I didn't even turn to look at my brother. Why should I do that anyway? It wasn't like I needed the reminder; I'd seen him everyday since I was born.

Liz pushed me against my locker, telling me I should open it and take my things out. "Come on, Feb." She groaned, using my other middle name. "Pull it together, already." But I just stared into the wall. I knew my mom, and I knew that my punishment would come swift and fall hard. "Oh thank god!" She sighed. "Bee, hurry, I think Feb has got a mental breakdown."

"What happened? The twins again?" I felt Bee's hand on my shoulder straightening me up. The twins really was their father's sons, they loved playing pranks as they called it. Scaring people to death, according to the rest of us.

"No, mrs Cullen called. It was pretty ugly. I think everyone in the café heard actually."

"Oh no." Bee sighed, pulling out my keys from my bag and unlocking my locker. "Where are Vi and Penny?" She asked. I felt how my eyes started to get dry, but I just couldn't manage to blink, my muscles were all dead.

"PE."

"Oh." Someone, most likely Bee, pulled of my coat and threw it into my locker. Then she turned to look at me. "Where's Rose when you need her." She frowned.

"What do you mean with that?" Liz asked.

"If aunt Rosalie had been here, she'd slapped Aurora already. Maybe we should either way." With the word slapped, I woke up.

"Please no." I whined. Liz smiled.

"Well, hello there. Nice to have you with us." I stuck out my tongue.

"I got lunch, so I got to run. See you later, Aurora. Call me when you get home." I shook my head.

"I can't." I gasped, realisation dawning on me. If they were going to take something from me it was my phone, or any phone for that matter. And my computer and my camera most definitely. "They will take my phone, I swear." She smiled softly, patting my shoulder.

"Then I'll run by. Bella's always liked me, so she'll let me in. See you guys later." Liz and I waved her of, and then I turned to my locker.

"Maybe we should hurry too, Feb. Mrs Fredricsen will kill us if we're late."

"I wonder how mom will kill me if I'm already dead." I mused. "Maybe I should be late for chorus-" Liz smacked my head.

"Sober up, Feb, okay! You're coming with me, and only because I know your mother only will restore you to life and kill you all over again if she found out that you skipped class right after she yelled at you." I nodded, slamming the locker shut.

"Yeah, your right." I hugged her tightly. "Thanks Liz. You can have my books."

"That's generous of you, but fire up that rocket fuel, we're going to be late for sure. Thank god your brother made us remember." She grabbed my arm and started running down the hall.

How she managed to run full speed in three-inches-heels without falling was beyond me. How I managed to run in two-and-a-half-inches was not that strange. I was related to Alice Cullen Whitlock after all.

We reached the music hall and the chorus classroom just when mrs Fredricsen opened up the doors and let us in.

Liz and I exchanged a relived look and sighed. Mom wouldn't have to use witchcraft to be able to punish me after all.

"I heard you were in trouble, Cullen." Oh no, I really wasn't up for this right now.

"Yeah, mom found out what I'd been doing all morning." I answered.

"Yeah, what was that?" She, Sarah Conrad, smiled wickedly and leaned closer on her elbows.

"Making out with your boyfriend in the boys locker room." I smiled.

"Girls, your attention please."

"What did you say that for?" Liz hissed, low enough so that mrs Fredricsen wouldn't hear. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't care about Sarah Conrad." I snorted.

"Maybe not, but your choice of words might get back to you someday." I just shrugged, pretending to listen to mrs Fredricsen. "Or maybe not you, but some other Cullen." Liz added, and I froze. "You can never know. So you might have to start watch your tongue." She was right. Of course she was.

But I loved the look on Sarah Conrad's face when she processed what I said. She knew, I knew, we all knew, that it could be possible. I was a sophomore, but if I wanted a boy I only needed to reach out and take him.

Maybe mom was right. I was kind of spoiled.

So what do you think of her? What about the names?
I'm very much of a name person, so those are very important to me.
Some error you'd like to complain about?

Tell me.

xoxo