Hey guys! Sorry to make all of you wait! Finals came up so I had to stop everything I was doing and buckle down major. So, I drew a picture based on an event that happened in the last chapter. Because refuses to show the entire url link, I'll PM it to you if you are interested in seeing it. It's Jacob x Lara when Jacob tells Mike off.

And I did decide to keep the title Reality and Fiction. Thanks for the suggestions-I really appreciated your imput.

Chapter 6: Alice Saw You Coming

So how did I leave it with Jacob? He gave me his cell number in case Mike decided to pester me again. I could simply call him if it was serious or talk to him to scare off Mike. Once he told me his last name, I felt sick knowing that my weird theory was complete. Just how this all happened, was beyond me still.

Cassandra heard from me again soon after I speed walked to the hotel room. I immediately lined up my stats on Jacob Black and cringed. Man, were my odds sucky. I crossed paths with a vampire, human, and werewolf all in one solid week. Yeesh. It didn't help when Cassandra reminded me that vampires and werewolves were bitter towards each other. Man, whatever happened to vampires being respected by wolves in the Darren Shan saga?

Sunday had June, Bobby, and I moving into our new house. Much to my displeasure, I came to realize that we lived across the street from a huge mansion-style house. It looked out of place in comparison to our typical suburban home across from it. Bobby watched the movers with careful eyes while June made phone calls to the moving company about misplacing some of our belongings. Oh geez. The movers had already put my bed against the wall and my drawers parallel to it. I rather liked my new room since it was medium-sized and had a window seat. Clambering onto the window seat, I hugged my legs to my chest as I watched the spectacle below. June had gotten off the phone and was now talking to a beautiful, petite woman who appeared almost out of nowhere. Her husband emerged from the garage of the mansion and walked over to greet my uncle and aunt. They talked for a few moments before the man looked over his shoulder and called out to someone. Then three boys came from different directions and joined their parents. They shook hands with my aunt and uncle before picking up boxes and heading inside with them. What the…?

I felt my hairs stick up on ends and then, a soft knock came at my door. "Um," I stalled, "Its open." The knob turned and a huge box entered through the doorway. The boy behind it put the box down and met my eyes.

"Boy," he began lightly, "What do you have in there? A corpse or something?" I shook my head no as I approached him.

"I think it's my drum set," I told him as I pried the lid open, "Yeah it is."

"You're a drummer?" the boy asked me rather amused, "You don't look like a drummer-actually a guitar player to me." I shrugged as I closed the lid quickly and looked up at his pale face.

"I do play acoustic guitar but I use the drums for the background beats in my music I record," I explained, "I record them first then I go back and add guitar and singing. Sometimes I'll program the computer keyboard to play like an electric if I feel it's necessary." The boy smiled as he ran and hand through his short, blonde hair.

"I'm Emmett, your new neighbor," he began as he held out his hand, "You gotta play for me sometime, okay?"

"Sure," I promised, "I'm Claire Tsai but everybody calls me Lara." Emmett shook my hand and I felt a similar sensation as I had shaking Jasper's hand. Yeow.

"So uh, you'll meet my brothers in a bit," Emmett remarked as he dropped his hand, "They're carrying in stuff too."

"You've made June's day," I replied politely, "That's her dream-having strong, handsome men carry in her things. I actually know one of your brothers, Jasper."

Emmett cracked up at my earlier comment before answering, "Oh so you know each other? Wait, I think Jasper mentioned you-that you spilled cocoa on him when he walked into you." My face warmed and I mumbled that indeed it was me. Joy. Not how one should be remembered. Emmett smiled a little and stuck his head out my door. "Edward!" he called out into the hall, "Hey, meet our new neighbor." I could hear a boy mumble something back and the sound of a box going thunk on the floor.

I stiffened as the boy approached me. He held out a pale hand and I shook it wearily. He smiled slightly and I knew that he seemed familiar-the jerk who nearly ran me over.

"You nearly ran me over on Monday," I flatly announced to him as soon as he dropped my hand. Edward's face contorted and he blinked.

"Oh?" he began, "Sorry about that. I was late that morning and I kind of broke all the traffic regulations trying to get there." Emmett slapped his brother on the back and crowed over how reckless Edward was. Boys…

Edward picked up the box and continued his task while Emmett left me to grab another box. I stood out in the hallway until I saw another box make its way up the stairs.

"Hello Lara," drawled a familiar voice as he put down the box, "So, you're my neighbor huh?" I nodded stiffly since I really couldn't find words to even describe how I felt. At this point, I felt like a nightmare had come to life and pushed its way into existence. Jasper put the box down, dusted his hands off, and gave me a smile.

"So uh," Jasper began, "You mentioned that you thought I was a book character and somehow came into your world?"

"Yeah," I answered suspiciously, "What about that?"

Jasper pushed his hands into his pockets and rocked on his heels before continuing. "Alice, my sister," he continued, "Actually foresaw all of this happening. She knows what you're talking about, the book I mean. Apparently, it exists in other places aside from Forks. Like, your Hollister. But because you couldn't stand it, I guess everything started to spill into the real world once you got here."

I took a step back from Jasper at his words. Honestly, was he for real? He was saying that God planned this? To shove me closer to a book series I severely hated? What sense did that make?

"Alice saw you in a vision coming here and running into me," he finished, "Then she obtained a copy of the book in Oregon. She couldn't find it here, so…that's my theory on why you seemed surprised to see me as a living, breathing person standing before you. Your book doesn't exist here in Forks, but in its place, you are living amongst us." He studied my face which was turning a nasty shade of over milked coffee. He couldn't be right, no way. My head began to spin and I felt myself falling. All I could hear was my name before seeing nothing.