After dinner and a quick shower, I create a password protected word doc on my new laptop. I need to put my thoughts down and come up with a game plan, especially if we're not dealing with vampires any more.

What do I do if the Cullens aren't vampires? Well if they're human then that's a good thing. It means that none of the life threatening stuff will happen. This could just play out like a normal teen romance.

That is, if Bell even ends up liking any of them. She's never been interested in dating anyone before, but then neither have I. Though being mentally stuck in my mid twenties make anyone my physical age a hard no, hormones be damned.

"Ariel."

The problem lies in if they aren't human. If vampires are just different from the books, I can handle that. Sort of. There would be a lot more unknowns, but the base danger would be the same. If they're some other supernatural creature though, then I'm screwed. Not that I'd be that well off with vampires, but at least I expected vampires.

"Ariel."

The best plan would be to keep Bell away from them entirely. Given how small the school is, that will basically be impossible though. At least they don't seem to have a supernatural sort of attraction.

"Ariel!" Bell shouts as she forcefully closes my laptop. Thankfully I move my hands out of the way in time. "Do you want to braid my hair, or can I blow it dry?" She's standing next to my bed in her pjs, hair still damp.

"Of course!" I scramble to put my laptop away and grab some hair ties from my night stand. The only thing Bell lets me do with her hair is braid it at night while it's still wet so it's wavy in the morning, and usually only on special occasions like the first day of school.

"So," Bell says as she makes herself comfortable on my bed, clutching a large colorful fish plushie she won at a carnival when we were younger. "What were you so focused on writing? Harry Potter fanfiction?" She guesses with a teasing smile over her shoulder.

"No," I pout, making her turn her head back so I can start on her hair. I start seperating parts of her hair, but my sister is stubborn.

"Oh, found a new obsession then?" She asks, leaning back to put her head on my shoulder. I sigh.

"Your not going to hold still until I tell you, are you?"

"Nope," she pops the p.

"Fine." I push her back up into a sitting position and start back on her hair. "If you must know, I'm working on an original story idea." Original I meantally snort. "A paranormal romance."

"What?" Bell spins around in surprise, the barely started braid flying out of my hand. I shoot her a glare that she ignores. "You are writing a romance story?"

"I'm not telling you if you don't hold still."

"Sorry." She has the decency to look sheepish as she turns back around. "But still, you hate romance stories!"

"I do not!" I gasp in mock offense. "I hate boring romance stories." My teasing grin gets smothered second later.

"You take that back you heathen!" Bell shouts as she tries to kill me with her fish plush.

"Never!" My shout is muffled, but my counter attack with my pillow gets the message across.

Things quickly devolve into a pillow fight from there.

Some time later, we collapse into giggles on her bed.

"So much for braiding your hair while it's still damp," I say between giggles. It looks mostly dry. Bell reaches up to check.

"Hold on." With that she gets up and leaves the room.

I make my way back to my side of the room and decide to plug in my laptop. It's a bulky thing, and slower than what I'm used to from my previous life, but it's pretty good for this time period. It was the 'other half' of my gift from Dad, the mural being the first half. I smile to myself. In my old life, my parents died when I was young and I was raised by my grandparents. Don't get me wrong, I loved my grandparents dearly. It's just nice having people I can call 'Mom' and 'Dad' instead of 'Grandma' and 'Grandpa'.

Bell walks back into the bedroom, hair damp once again.

"Wow, you actually got your hair wet again?" I ask as we retake our positions on my bed. "Are you actually taking and active interest in your hair?"

"Shut up," She mutters as she clutched her fish plush to her chest.

"Or maybe your trying to look extra cute in the hope of seeing someone at school tomorrow?" I tease.

"Shut up!" She clutches the fish harder.

"Hey." I abandon the first braid in favor of hugging my sister from behind. "You knew you can talk to me about anything right?" I came out as bi to my family a couple years ago, but after a few questions that first week, Bell and I hadn't really talked about it since. I had mostly been kidding about Rosalie, but if Bell isn't straight, I want her to know it's okay.

"I know," she sighs. "I just," she pauses, biting her lip. "I need figure out my own thoughts. Okay?"

"Okay." I go back to braid her hair. I get through an entire braid before the conversation picks back up.

"So are you actually writing a romance story, or were you joking?" Bell asks.

"A paranormal romance story," I clarify. "It about a boy who moves from a big city to small college town."

"Drawing a bit from real life there?" She stays facing away from me, but I can hear the smile in her voice.

"I wish this a was a college town." God do I wish Stephanie Mayer had set twilight in a college town. Bella being a legal age college student would have made the age difference a bit less creepy and it would have made our current predicament a bit more bareable. It also would have given me a couple more years before I had to deal with this. "Anyway," I continue. "There's this mysterious loner in some of is classes. They end up being partnered on a project and he slowly start to fall in love with them. But this other student is hiding a secret."

"They're not human?" Bell guesses.

"Yep." I pop the p. "I just can't firgure out what type of paranormal creature I want the love interest to be."

"Well, it has to be something that looks human," Bell points out. "Or looks human most of the time. That gives you vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters," she counts off on her fingers. "Aliens if you want to go slightly more sci-fi. Oh! You should make them fae!"

Oh god please don't let them be fae! I can't handle fae!

I manage to keep my voice neutral as I say "Maybe." I makes sense that Bell would suggest Fae. Shakespeare plays are one of the few places are reading habit intersect and A Midsummer Night's Dream is her favorite.

We continue bouncing around ideas for my 'story' until I finish with her hair. Bell climbs into bed while I grab my laptop.

"Really Ari? It's already late and we'll need to be up early for school tomorrow," Bell admonishes me, while setting the alarm clock.

"I know. I just need to write down what we talked about then I'll go to bed." I give her my best puppet dog look. She rolls her eyes.

"Fine. But don't complain to me if you're tired tomorrow." She turns off the lamp on her night stand, plunging the room into darkness except for the light from my laptop.

"I won't, promise."

I stare at the almost blank word doc for a while.

If Bell isn't straight that opens a whole new can of worms.

I will not be sleeping any time soon.