The rest of the drive back to the house was long and boring. I made the mistake of asking Bella if she was seeing anyone, and she responded talking nonstop about some… Edmund? I don't know, I tuned her out when she mentioned something about biology.

"…and then he took me to dinner. He didn't eat though because he's on some special diet…"

I just nodded and looked out the window. It was snowing right now. I loved the snow, and the rain and cold weather. I don't know why, I'm just one of those people that prefer to cold than to be hot. At least that's one good thing about Forks.

We pulled into a driveway, next to the police car. The house was two-story and seemed to look alright from the outside. I'm positive that the inside would be filled with some lame Native American statues. I heard Bella saying that there was some reservation nearby. I wonder if they still live in teepees.

I got out of the truck and walked up the driveway up to the house. Bella slipped on the ice. I tried to hold back a laugh. I had forgotten how clumsy she was. Then again, she was so plain that anyone could forget her with ease. I decided that I'd be nice and go help her up. When I turned around, however, she was already standing up. I guess she likes to feel independent. Whatever.

Bella opened the door for me and helped me carry in two of my suitcases. Sure some people might say that the guy should do most of the work. However, I'm thinner than most boys and therefore a lot weaker. Plus, Bella's like two years older than me, and some heavy-lifting would do her some good.

Charlie walked into the hallway from where I think was the kitchen, considering he had ketchup on his shirt. "Hey Rick, how you been?" he asked holding out his hand.

That dumbass doesn't know who I am! "I'm Myren," I reminded him.

Charlie's eyes dropped and he put his hand down. I get it! So he wanted to shake hands with Rick, not Myren. I don't need that.

I turned around and faced Bella. "Where's my room?" I asked.

"Upstairs, next to mine," she said. "I'll show you."

We both took my bags upstairs and into an empty room that only had a twin-sized bed next to the window and a dresser in the closet. A dresser in the closet?

I immediately began to put my stuff away.

"Need any help?" Bella offered.

"I got it," I said, turning my back to her: a clear sign that her presence wasn't needed anymore.

She took the hint and went downstairs, probably to clean up after Charlie.

I shut the door and grabbed my iPod and laid down on my twin-sized (how lame is that?) bed. I started to listen to Imogen Heap's Headlock at full-blast so that I couldn't think straight.

This was already horrible! The car's crap, Charlie's retarded, Bella's boring, and my room's as big as a shoebox! I looked out the window and glanced down at the picket-fence below my window. Maybe if I jump at the correct angle…

I shook my head. Those were horrible things to think of.

I was all unpacked and had my room the way I wanted it when Bella knocked on my door. "Dinner's ready," she said.

I went downstairs, and after accidentally going into the living room, headed into the kitchen.

I looked down at the plate Bella had placed in front of me. She made lasagna. I've actually never had lasagna that was made in a house before. I always eat it at a restaurant. This should be interesting.

I took one bite and fell in love with it. It was so perfect!

"What do you think Myren? I usually do all the cooking," Bella said.

That's a good idea. Charlie would probably make crap on a bun. "Really? It's pretty good."

I finished my plate, but Charlie had already eaten the last of the lasagna before I could get anymore. That pig! Then the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Bella said as she excused herself from the table.

Charlie groaned.

"What?" I asked. Maybe his stomach exploded form all the food he ate.

"That's most likely Edward, Bella's boyfriend," he responded.

Oh, it wasn't Edmund? "What's wrong with him?"

"He's always hanging around here, like he's obsessed or something. Even got Bella to sneak off to Italy! Can you believe that?"

Actually, no. I thought that Bella would've snuck off to some Dungeons and Dragons convention, not Italy. "Wow."

"Tell me about it. I don't know, he just doesn't sit right with me."

All you ever do is sit, so that's kind of hard to believe. "Really?"

"Just be careful around him."

I should be careful around you! I've seen the way you eat. You might eat me if we ever run out of mayonnaise! "Sure thing."

Bella and some pale dude walked into the kitchen. Charlie grumbled something and left. Oh, sure! Tell me all about how you don't trust this guy and then leave me alone with him! Thanks Charlie. I seriously can't believe him sometimes.

"Myren, this is Edward. Edward, this is my cousin Myren," Bella introduced us.

I gave a faint grin.

"How do you do?" Edward asked.

I've never heard anyone say that outside of the movies. "Good."

"So Myren, Edward's going to be driving us to school in the morning, okay?" Bella asked.

Anything's better than riding a bus. I have to admit, I half-expected Bella to ride the short-bus to school.

Edward made some weird sound. A growl? Maybe he's trying to get the taste of Bella's spermy-spit out of his mouth. I smiled at my little joke.

Edward made the sound again.

"You alright?" I asked him.

"Just fine," he responded in a hard voice. What was his problem? Maybe he's schizophrenic.

The phone rang. "I'll get it," I said, glad to have an excuse to get away from The Even Couple.

"Hello? Swan residence," I answered. It felt weird saying "Swan residence." I knew that I lived at the residency now, but my last name wasn't Swan, it was Estrada.

"May I speak with Bella?" a guy's voice asked.

I motioned to Bella that the phone was for her.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Who's calling?" I asked.

"It's Jacob," the guy responded.

"Jacob," I repeated for Bella. Edward made that sound again. Maybe he has gonorrhea. Can that affect guys in the throat?

"I can't talk right now, take a message," Bella said, turning her gaze to Edward, as if to comfort him.

"She's busy at the moment, may I take a message?" I asked.

"Who is this?" Jacob asked.

Did he have the right to ask who was acting as Bella's assistant? I guess. "Myren. I'm Bella's cousin."

"Oh! So you're the new Swan?"

"No."

"Oh… well tell her that tonight we're having a party, and to come. You can come too, if you want."

Yeah right! "Okay, will do." I hung up then.

"They're having a party and you and I are invited," I told Bella. Feeling weird about Edward being there, I said, "I'm sure he meant Edward too."

"They didn't," Edward mumbled.

I just rolled my eyes at him.

"Did you want to go?" Bella asked.

I actually thought about it. Being the new kid in town sucks, it would nice to get the chance to meet some people. "Sure," I finally said.

"Well, I'll drive you, but I can't go. I'm going to hang out with Edward," Bella said.

Your loss. "Ok."

I ran upstairs and put on my black jacket. We then all three went outside to Bella's truck.