Ok so a lot of you guess right- I was very shocked when some of you got it right. And I laughed when some people said I was at least seven years older than I am. So here it is.

I joined on the day of my 13th birthday. 4 months ago.

This may come as no surprise at all to some of you- but for some of the answers I got, you might have forgotten to breathe. I honestly thought my youth would be plainly obvious through my writing- and it was for most people :P lol I was hoping to get more eccentric answer but lol I'll live.

Now before my birthday- I'd already been a addict for a whole half a year.

I have a funny story. On my birthday, I was borrowing my brothers' laptop and I was all enticed in this awesome fanfiction, when he came in the room and I was all "I'll give you your laptop back later" and he goes "just come downstairs" so I followed and the whole time I was like "can we do this later? I'm busy!" But he dragged me downstairs and my parents shoved a box in my hands. I opened it and it was a laptop. I was like "hehehehehehe". And then I said.

"Mom, Dad, I'm going on fanfiction!"

So yeah lol.

Oh by the way forevacullens: your review made meh smile :D almost as much as I did when I unwrapped my laptop four months ago.

R POV

This was not happening to me. This couldn't be happening.

I ran through the thick fringe of trees with my eyes set straightforward. I didn't want any distractions. I, Rosalie Lillian Hale, never… apologizes. But I guess that was what I was doing- apologizing, bah!

It wasn't my fault that the mutt lost control was it? And just as I get away to clear my head- HE shows up! To 'gain control', why did he have to come here? Why couldn't he have never been born? Why did he have impose in on my life just as that Bella had? Why did all this always happen to me? Did I deserve this purgatory?

I know I maybe shouldn't have been so… rough. But why had Edward been so ready to rip my throat out? He knew he could change her. It's what she wanted. And he always wanted what she wanted. So in retrospect, he should be thanking me. Yes, he should be thanking me. But he's not- I always knew he was so conceited.

After telling myself Edward was wrong- it didn't give me the usual satisfaction. My rule, you are superior to everyone else, they are all below you. The thought of putting all the blame on the wolf, Edward and Bella, only made me sicker. Something was telling me it was the other way around this time; but I refused to think about that. I was always right. I was Rosalie Lillian Hale, never to be made a fool of. And I didn't want to start now.

And yet, here I was. Crawling back to them, with my apologetic pleas; my stomach churned in a different way, like I wanted to spit.

I approached the giant, white house with a grimace.

L POV

I dry heaved into Mom's shirt- I'd cried so much I couldn't cry anymore; I was nothing more than a shaking heap in her arms. She silently held me, knowing from experience no words could help this.

Why? Why did he leave? I thought he imprinted- I thought he loved me. I love him. I couldn't live without him! I knew it I just knew it. I'd told Mom this, but she only shook her head, which sent me into more sobs. How could I? I knew Mom lived on… but she had Jacob. She had said that Jacob was the only thing that kept her sane and healthy in the first few months- but just when she had built up enough strength to get along, Jacob's attitude changed. Even then I didn't have what Mom had. Jacob wasn't the best, but at least he was there. I've got nobody to be my crutch.

When you fall in love, it's like the one you love is the only thing holding you over a pit of blackness, if they were to let go, you'd fall into the nothingness. When they leave you… it's like dropping you, leaving you to just fall into the deep blackness, where the sun doesn't shine. You can't see anything; you can't feel anything except the horrible feeling of claustrophobia enveloping you.

I thought back to when I first realized I liked him.

All the things leading up were magical, I still had the notes he had written memorized.

(AN- this is also really special for me because I'm rereading right now what I had written about how she started liking him and now… he's gone, this is sad! I'm about to cry! And I just read the part where they kissed in the music room, and this is me. I'm covering my mouth with my hand and I'm squealing like an idiot going "I wrote this!" Lol)

Trust me, you're far from stupid.

I dug myself deeper into Mom's shirt wrapped my arms around her torso [no that is not the butt and no she is not making a pass at her mother] and clung myself even tighter to her.

You won't have to worry about getting hurt by coach –or anyone for that matter- with me around.
I don't have a girlfriend; who says you're not Juliet?

I was right after all. I am no Juliet. Nor will I ever be; I will never be someone's Juliet again. I guess this sort of thing ran in the family huh? I immediately scolded myself for that thought, that was a terrible thing to think. If it does have anything to do with the family- it's Jacob, he was the one who screwed everything up. It didn't matter that he was dead- it was his fault! All his fault!

I sighed heavily- even though he was an evil man, he had nothing to do with my current problem. Damn. It was just so easy to blame him for everything.

Meet me in the music room during lunch

This particular one sent me into uncontrollable laughs. But they weren't happy. More like crazy/ insane laughs. That was when we had "officially" "gotten together" as a couple, and I had found out about the imprinting. I had been so content after that moment- until now. I had been the happiest I'd been in a long time.

I recalled it with crystal clear clarity.

flashback

Meet me in the music room during lunch.

I looked up at the ceiling and imagined god there and whispered "thank you". I squealed a bit and closed my locker, placing the note in my pocket.

When lunchtime came I slipped into the music room and waited. I felt a blazing hot hand come down on my shoulder. I turned around and my heart felt whole again.

"Dean." I breathed.

"There's something we need to talk about." He said stiffly; oh no. He must have noticed my stalkerish attitude; ugh I'm such an effing idiot!

"Look Dean I-"

"Please," He breathed shakily. "Let me talk." I was silent immediately.

"Look," He took a deep breath. "This isn't going to be easy for me, you're smart enough to know guys' don't like to show their feelings and all that crap but…" He trailed off; he closed his eyes and took another breath. My heart swelled at the hope that he might like me.

"Ok well…" he seemed frustrated. "Do you know the Quileute legends?"

"Sure, of course I do."

"Well you know how we're supposedly descended from…. Wolves?" Yeah and as it turns out all of those are true and I'm related to all of the werewolves in the pack, oh and did I mention my Dad was a wolf? These weren't just things I could reveal up front.

"Uh-huh…" I said hesitantly.

"Well uh…" he started playing with his fingers; I yearned for him to play with my fingers.

"Dean, just spit it out, I can handle it." The suspense was becoming too much for me.

Determination dominated his eyes and he took my hands in his.

"Lizzy. I love you; more than love you, I-I've imprinted." Holy freakin crap. H-he loved me? Tears gathered in my eyes as I repeated the words in my head. But wait, he imprinted?

"I thought only wolves could imprint." I told him.

"Yeah." He didn't say anything else.

It took me a second for it to click in my head.

Werewolf. Dean was a werewolf. He was part of the new generation of wolves Mom was telling me about. The trembling… the heat… the hearing… the… everything. Oh. My. God.

"Werewolf?" I whispered. He nodded.

He was a werewolf; my love was a werewolf. I loved him but could I really love someone who was the same creature as my father?

I looked up into his eyes and saw nothing but endearment –aside from the worry- and I had my answer. I damn well could -do- love a werewolf. Dean. He told me he loved me, and I loved him, the only thing keeping me and him from being together- at this point- was myself.

"I…" How many times had I dreamed of him admitting his love for me? Too many to count.

"It's ok. I get it." He started to get up, his shoulders slumped forward and I thought I saw a tear form in the corner of his eye. No. There was no way I was going to let him go when I finally have him.

I stood up after him –I wasn't sure which part of me encouraged this decision, my wants or my logic- but it didn't matter why I did it; the only thing that mattered is that I did do it.

I grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around; shock was plain on his face, and I knew I had to strike while the iron was hot, it was now or never. I squeezed my eyes shut, stood on my tip toes and crashed my lips to his.

I didn't sob anymore… getting lost in happy memories helped… a little.

Suddenly, Mom stiffened with me in her arms- bringing me back to the horrible reality that is my life.

"What is it Mom?" I asked hoarsely.

"Stay here." She whispered to me.

"Do you remember what happened last time you told me to 'stay here'?" I said cynically and with more ice than I intended.

She sucked in a breath, and looked towards the door. "Ah… fine, it's not dangerous I think." She sighed, while taking my hand.

She flung me out the door and down the stairs in the same second, with her head whipping back and forth so fast I couldn't see it.

"Edward." She stated (it seemed to be a calling signal) when we had gotten downstairs. She held me tighter at her side in her iron grip; my breathing got heavier.

I so didn't need another worry shoved down my throat.

Edward appeared by her side and gave her a look of understanding; he also glanced at me with a look of sorrow- I'd been getting those a lot lately.

"Maybe we should get Lizzy out of here-"Mom offered.

"No, she needs to be here for this." He stated solemnly. She only nodded.

"What-" I started, but was cut off by Mom picking me up and whooshing me outside. I hated when she did that.

The rest of the family was outside (minus Aunt Rosalie), standing in a line.

"Rose." Carlisle addressed, straight into the trees. I turned my gaze to the heavy vegetation- and saw nothing. I continued to stare until I finally saw a peek of a blonde crown coming from behind a tree.

Aunt Rosalie stepped forward, with a nauseated grimace stitched on her never changing face. I'd always looked upon her appearance in awe and wonder- but now I only saw hollow shell with a misleading outside.

She seemed surprised to see Mom- as a vampire. I wanted to scoff at her, only she would have the decency to be distracted by what she caused.

"Say what you have to Rosalie." Edward commanded in a low voice, I almost couldn't hear.

She shut her eyes for a second before reopening them. "I came to say…… I came to say…… that I'm sorry that the mutt lost control." She muttered. Anger pulsed through me; I felt my eyes well up with tears of fury; only she would have the ego to blame this on Dean. Especially while he wasn't even here.

"Eh." I made a noise, to resemble the buzzing on a game show. "Wrong answer, try again." My voice dripped with sarcasm. Now I had always been taught to respect elders; but I heard no repercussion to my comment.

"Excuse me?" She asked in a shocked voice.

"You heard me." I said.

"You young lady-"

"You are NOT my mother; do not call me 'young lady'. Now what are you even here for?" I felt power returning to me. Slowly but surely.

"I WAS here to apologize, but you seem like you don't want it." She said haughtily.

"You see Aunt Rosalie- that's where you are wrong; I want it, but I won't act upon it. I won't break down and forgive you. You made Dean lose his confidence in himself, you made he go away. You made Mom into a vampire before she wanted to- it was not her choice. You made me what I am right now. You made Dean leave me. You made me a broken person. You killed me. Now Aunt Rosalie, I ask this one question. Why? Did me being Bella's offspring enrage you so much that you had to do it? Did me being related to a 'mutt' throw you off the deep end?"

"I won't subject myself to this humiliation." She stated.

"Fine, then the road awaits." I motioned towards the dirt and moss covered road.

"I-" She started to speak. But there was a sudden quietness among the family. Everyone's head whipped around in one direction.

I glared into the green, and tried to find just what they were staring at; there was a chorus of growls echoed through the air as a strange feeling of being surrounded.

I started spinning around to see what was going on, my eyes scoured the plants.

Fur started running through the tree and brush; it was the Quileute's.

And something told me they weren't here to pay a visit.

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