Ok I'm sorry that I updated so late last night but research papers take time and all so… anywho I'll try to make this one longer to make up for it. Again thanks for the reviews they make me feel warm and fuzzy inside! Once again I don't own anything if I did well….. I don't so I'm not even gonna think about it and make myself upset so. Anywho enjoy the chapter.

Bpov

Rosalie didn't look happy to have such a small distance between us. Of course she didn't really look happy at all. Her eyes were as red as mine had been when I had last saw myself in my house's bathroom mirror. But none the less her mood seemed worsened by our presence. She rolled her eyes at the "shirt" Alice had forced me to wear.

"Well I happen to like Alice world thank you very much" Alice said " You see people there have a personality and don't look like carbon copies of each other" she said with a sneer to compete even with Rosalie's.

Alice looked thoughtful for a moment then said. "Well actually I suppose you do have somewhat of a personality it's just a very unpleasant one." Rosalie looked ready to slap her. In fact she probably would have had Jasper not walked awkwardly into the room.

"Hi" he said probably more to alert us to his presence than anything else. I realized that that was the first time I had ever heard him talk.

He still had all of his bags, struggling to hold on to some. "Yeah that Esme lady or whatever said for me to go find a room, she went to go to talk to Edward or whoever he is –he just got here -not that any of you probably care."

We all just stared at him for a moment then some of the manners that my parents(wince) had worked so hard to hammer into me kicked in. "Oh do you want some help?-with with your bags you know" I asked walking quickly to his side and taking a duffel (black go figure) from his arm.

"Uh sure" he said. Then we both walked out into the hallway towards the other rooms. The first was mine and the next was purple and white-Rose's I assumed judging by the large pile of pink luggage all sporting white rhinestone "R's". The next was gold and a tanish off white, I looked at Jasper who was just staring at the room with a strange expression on his face.

"Guess not" I said joking and we walked to the next room. It was a white and royal blue. "Next" I murmured, the final room on the side across from mine was somehow miraculously perfect for Jasper. It was silver and black. I think he liked it.

He actually came the closest to a genuine smile I've ever seen from him. Though like Alice it didn't reach his eyes. I bet we all looked like that. It probably was our very inner soul telling us that we couldn't dare be happy- not with our parents dead.

I stood there awkwardly in the doorway waiting for-well actually I wasn't entirely sure what I was waiting for. So I handed him his bag , gave him a small wave and a tiny smile and then fled down the hall.

He reminded me a little of my dad- quiet and unwilling to voice what he felt, like me. The connection with my dad made the hole throb. That was probably part of the reason I wanted to get out so badly, the other part was that I wanted to make sure that Alice and Rosalie hadn't killed each other yet.

They were both still standing in Alice's room glaring at each other. I wondered if they had moved since I had left- I doubted it. Though despite the glares they both seemed to be in one piece. So they hadn't killed each other- well that was good.

Another miracle I guess, well I suppose your parent dying kind of does merit at least two miracles. That seemed fair to me.

I make noise in the back of my throat to let them know that I was back. That seemed to work, they both turned suddenly clearly shocked to the fact that I was back and probably the fact that I had left in the first place. We all just stared at each other for a moment before Rosalie said stiffly

"I'm going to unpack now" she then walked rigidly out of the room.

JPOV

I honestly couldn't believe I was going to live with these people. How could I live with these people? They were all… annoying and overly talkative.

The big head jock couldn't stop talking, the priss thought she owned the world, the hyper little……pixie that always needed attention. The player that needed to have a girl on his lap every day and a different girl in his bed every night or else he wouldn't be able to function. And the girl who would jump off a cliff if you told her to because she's afraid to say no. Well she was at least was quiet I decided. The others though loud -loud and obnoxious.

I knew they wouldn't get me either. No one really understood me. I'm not trying to sound like a preteen girl who thinks the weight of the world is bearing down on her but that was sincerely how I felt.

My parents had never understood me-never. They were big names, and they were proud of it to. They thrived off of attention, and me? I couldn't stand it. I hated people looking at me and despised being talked about. I didn't care if it was gossip or praise, to me they had no reason or right to talk about me. They didn't know me, or anything about me.

My parents on the other hand- I didn't know how they bore it. My father was a Vietnam General-well he was. A really high ranking extremely decorated veteran. He went to the capital every once in awhile to meet Politians and gave lectures at military schools.

My mother was like the modern day Betty Crocker. She was always very active in the community. She hosted cooking, baking, cake decorating, knitting, crocheting, quilting, parenting and "How to be a new mother 101" courses at the YMCA in Port Angeles.

Imagine every time you go somewhere new your asked "Aren't you that general's son?" or "Doesn't your mother teach all those classes at the Y?". And then you would have to listen to them ramble on about some story that they had heard about one of them that you just HAD to listen to even though you had probably already heard it seven or eight times.

You'd think it'd be easy to be a no one in a town as microscopic as Forks-well you'd be wrong. I wanted nothing more than to be anonymous and I couldn't seem to get away from people instead. Like that Bella girl who's still standing in the doorway.

I didn't ask for help, but fate just decided to put in front of me the only teenage girl who would actually have enough common courtesy to help someone with their bags. She was quiet-but helpful which is almost as bad when you want to fade into the background. She must have picked up on my wanting her to leave because the next second she scampered off.

Maybe it was because I wanted to not be noticed that I was. Like those kids who spend their whole life wanting to be noticed and no one even gave them a second glance. Then guys like me who would rather never even be looked at are always stared at like we have 5 heads, it wasn't right but I guess the world wasn't exactly what most call right either.

BPOV

I hurried back to my room. I really didn't have that much unpacking to do put I needed to be alone. I was just starting to fold my cloths when I decided that fate must really not like me today, because I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey your Bella right?" it was Edward Masen, probably the person I was least in the mood to talk to. "We're partners in science right?" he asked his voice sounding a little hollow, I bet his eyes matched. I knew he'd be expecting an answerer so I unwillingly turned around.

"Yup that's me" I said dryly. He nodded then looked at me strangely. What now? I wondered looking down to follow his gaze. I saw with a burst of heat to my cheeks that I was holding two bras in my hand. I turned around then and continued unpacking.

It really shouldn't matter I told myself the boy's probably seen more bras on his bedroom floor hen I have in my whole life, well ok maybe not that many, but it still shouldn't matter I thought resolutely. I waited for him to go away, when he didn't I turned back around.

"Yes?" I asked impatiently.

EPOV

"Yes?" she asked that same lightning flashing in her eyes that I had seen the first day we had talked. The day she had referred to me as a "popular". I loved the lightning and the eyes that held it I realized. I loved a lot about this girl.

I hadn't been able to get her out of my mind, since I talked to her. She frustrated and astounded me all at the same time. I still couldn't believe that she had the guts to talk to me like that. But at the same time it was beautiful to me I loved the way she stood up to me but at the same time I hated it, because she defied me she but loved it because I knew that she was.. different.

At the moment I once again torn between the two. It irked me that she thought she could talk to me like that but she looked- beautiful when she said it. I was more irritated though at the moment.

"This is my house too you know" I said matter-of-factly the irritation was bad for me-made me sound like a jerk but I didn't care.

"Ah yes but this is MY room" she said. Darn she was right- of course she was right. She was Isabella Swan. She had the highest SAT scores in Washington State. She had been offered a spot and a full scholarship at Harvard, Dartmouth, Yale, Princeton and for some reason Julliard (despite the fact that she wasn't an artist and it was an art school (Alice hadn't been very happy about that)) all in her freshmen year. Bella probably had a one-hundred percent GPA and read about two, seven-hundred page books a week. She was always right. It made me hate her and admire her all the more.

I wanted to be nice though, I wanted her to love me. Or maybe that wasn't it, maybe I just wanted love. Real love not the fake kind you get from sleeping with girls or the crap on TV but the real thing when the fireworks went off in your head when you kissed and when you saw her and you were happy even on you worst day just because she was next to you. I wanted that, I wanted Bella to love me I decided.

I wanted to say something nice to her like "o you know your right I'm so very very sorry" or "Bella you know your right and I'm wrong how about I apologize by taking you to lunch tomorrow?". But nope being me I instead said.

"Hmmm guess so, well if you ever get bored and wanna have some fun" I said winking "you can come over to mine- it's right next door after all." she gave me a long hard glare. She clearly didn't feel that now was the time for sex jokes, and it really wasn't but they came so naturally out of my mouth. I wanted to fix it but the look on her face told me that that wasn't going to happen at the moment so I just winked at her and turned around to leave.

I cursed myself once my back was to her knowing ,that wink probably made things ten times worse.

BPOV

I shuddered at the wink. Then turned back hoping to finally get to finish unpacking my clothes. However once again fate didn't seem to like me too much at all. A large crash from down stairs and then Emmet's booming voice saying "Who's idea was it to make doorways so small?" made it clear that our final new "sibling" had arrived. Oh Joy!

Alright I think this was my longest chapter yet yay!!!!! I know it was a little uneventful, but I think it told a lot about the characters (I'm an actress and I think character work is really important so yeah). But I really hoped you liked it I think this might be my favorite yet( though I still really like the 1st) . Ok let's see I think 15 reviews is a reasonable request don't you? Ok so I hope to have the next chapter up soon maybe tomorrow we have DSTP (Delaware State Testing Program -biggest waste of tax money ever by the way) for the next two weeks and they never give us homework so I should have some time! Once again you guys are amazing! I luv you all and please review! - wild-lili