I groaned, and gingerly felt my head, where I could feel a large lump.

I opened my eyes, recalling how in the world I was in Alice's bedroom, with the pixie herself looking down at me, Brooke, who was on her huge bed.

"She wakes!" Alice cried, looking up to the ceiling.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, and instead put on a frightened and confused expression.

"Where am I? Oh, no, I've been kidnapped, haven't I?" I moaned.

Alice giggled, sitting next to me on the bed.

"You don't remember what happened then? You were in the school's cafeteria, and suddenly you fainted. Since my father is a doctor, my family and I decided to take you to our house and see what happened. Carlisle said you most likely had a panic attack, maybe from all the stress of your first day of school. I'm Alice by the way. Alice Cullen," She babbled, then stuck her hand out. I laughed, and shook her hand. "Thank you, Alice. It's nice to meet you. I'm Brooke Starr," I told her.

"Oh, I know. Everyone was talking about you, all day, nonstop," She laughed, a laugh of bells.

I blushed. "Oh, gee. I wonder what rumors they already made up," I muttered to myself, and Alice laughed again, before looking at my shirt and wiping away a fake tear.

"That was a really pretty shirt; it's a shame you fell and got it all dusty," She sighed, before snapping her fingers and bounding over to her walk-in closet.

"Hmm...she looks good in red..and those jeans have got to go. Maybe some pajama shorts..?" Alice murmered to herself, rifling through her large amount of clothes.

Alice withdrew her head from the closet, and chucked a pair of clothes at me. I looked at the red tanktop and the leopard-printed pajama shorts, and thanked her.

"No problem," She assured me.

I blushed when she didn't make any sign of moving, and put on the clothes.

"Fabulous!" Alice shrieked.

"Oh my god, we are going to be the best of friends, I just know it! We can go shopping, and have sleepovers, and have girls night out with Rosalie, and.." She sang, before I cut her off.

"Who's Rosalie?" I asked, pretending to be confused.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I totally forgot. Why don't you come downstairs and meet my family?!"

"Umm, okay," I said, but I was already being pulled down the stairs by an over-enthusiastic Alice.

When we were standing in the living room, Alice took an unneeded breath, and cupped her hands around her mouth.

"Mom, Dad! Jazzypants, Emmett, Rose, Edward, Kasey!" She called.

Carlisle and Esme were first to enter the room, and give me curious glances.

Next came Emmett and Rosalie, who were panting slightly, and had unmistakable sex hair.

Then, Jasper walked into the living room and hesitantly came over, encasing Alice in his arms.

Edward and the blonde who I assumed was Kasey came in last. Kasey looked annoyed, Edward looked relieved.

"Guys, this is Brooke Starr. Brooke, this is my family," Alice informed us proudly. "I invited her over for dinner. Is that okay?"

What? Of course, she already decided I'd stay for dinner. I still have no say.

Esme smiled and shook my hand. "Of course, dear. It's very nice to meet you, Brooke,"

I smiled back. "Likewise, Mrs. Cullen,"

"Call me Esme, dear,"

I nodded and greeted Carlisle, then turned to the Cullen teenagers. (haha)

"Yo, I'm Emmett," Emmett grinned. I went to give him a handshake, but he ignored my waiting hand and ruffled my blonde hair.

"Yo. I'm Brooke," I informed him, then patted down my hair.

I held my breath and turned to Rosalie, surprised to see her smiling.

"Hello, Brooke. I'm Rosalie," She said, then gave me a light hug.

Now I definately knew that they had no clue I was Bella.

"Nice to meet you, Rosalie,"

"You too," She said genuinely.

I waved to Jasper, since he was obviously afraid of hurting me, then turned unwillingly to Kasey.

"Hello," I breathed. "I'm Brooke," and I stuck my hand out.

She looked at my hand in disgust, as if I had just sneezed and still wanted to shake her hand.

"Whatever," She said nastily, bringing her hand in front of her face to inspect her nails.

I pursed my lips; well we wouldn't be getting along anytime soon.

And then, I turned around to look my lover (well not anymore) in the face.

I was immediately aware of our closeness, and I stepped back the smallest.

He must've thought he looked unfriendly and intimidating, because he quit staring at me and smiled.

"Hello, Brooke. I'm Edward," He said, offering a hand.

I grabbed his hand.

And electricity flowed through me, from head to toe. Apparently Edward felt it too; because we both jumped and jerked our hands back.

There was a long, long silence after that, and though I usually enjoyed silence, this one was akward and had to stop.
"Nice to meet you all. You have a beautiful home," I smiled, looking at Esme.

Esme beamed. "Thank you dear. Now, what would you like for dinner?"

I shrugged. "It's up to your children," I said sweetly, snickering mentally while Jasper's eyes widened.

"Alright. We haven't had pasta since... a long time ago," Esme finished, then smiled and began her work in the kitchen.

Emmett was already over at the couch, playing some game where you hold a guitar and press down colors.

I took a seat next to him on the couch, watching while 'Barracuda' played from the TV.

"What is this game? It looks easy," I said.

Emmett dropped the guitar in shock, causing all the notes to be missed and people to start boo-ing.

"Guitar Hero is not some girl scout, cookie cutter game! It is a game of perfect timing, and a love for all things rock and roll," Emmett scoffed.

"I bet I could beat you," I said confidently.

Emmett picked up his guitar, and gave me a second one.

"It's on," He challenged.

"Like flies on a horse," I murmered, while Emmett changed it to the hardest level and picked a song.

20 minutes later, after I had beaten Emmett exactly 9 times, Esme called us in.

"FOOD!" Emmett shouted, and scrambled up.

I laughed and followed him, pretending not to notice the Cullen's frowns.

We sat down at a big, oak table, with a big plate of pasta and sauce in front of it.

"This looks delicious, Esme," I told her genuinely.

Jasper eyed the empty table space in front of Esme, and smiled sweetly. "Aren't you going to eat, Mom?" He asked innocently.

Esme snickered quietly, then beamed. "Oh, no, I already ate today,"

I hid the smile on my face by stabbing some pasta and loading it into my mouth.

Emmett, from on my right, watcvhed me carefully, then copied my actions (except that he had a lot more on his silverware).

He chewed, thoughtful, then screwed up his face in disgust, and grimaced.

"Wow, Mom. This is really..something," He said, choking a bit.

"Delicious," Jasper agreed in happiness, though his eyes showed anything but.

I couldn't help it; I still had my big old heart; and it didn't like seeing them suffer over me.

"You don't have to pretend, you know. I already know what you are," I giggled.

Everyone gasped. Well, except for Emmett who spit out a heap of food and sighed in relief. "Thank the lord, that is the most vile thing to ever touch my tongue!" He muttered. Jasper's mouth opened wide, and a glob of spaghetti plopped out, which I found humorous.

"What do you mean?" Carlisle asked me, acting clueless, after several seconds of silence.

"Exactly what I said; I know what you are. You're vampires. It's really obvious..well, to me, it is. The riches, the eyes, the stunning beauty.." I trailed off.

More silence followed, until Jasper, who had discarded the dangling food, leaned over Alice's head to give me a surprised look.

"And you're not afraid?" He asked, frowning.

I smiled, and gave a little shrug. "Why should I be? You can't hurt me, and you wouldn't anyways. You see..I'm Brooke Starr, half-angel," I said proudly.

Sorry for such a short chapter, but I felt really bad for being grounded and not uploading, and I figured if I kept writing the chapter would be way too long. So, there you guys go. Review, please. Oh, and picture of Kasey on photobucket account.

-Kat x3