Hey everyone, I'm back! Before we dive into the story, I just want to clear up a few things.

Firstly, a huge thank you to everyone who's been reading, following, and favoriting this fic. Your support means the world to me.

Now, let's talk about our SI-OC, Juniper Chen-Lee. She didn't actually live in the Twilight universe; it's more like an alternate reality for her, with some key differences from her old life. While her family and close relationships remain the same, everything else has changed – the dates, places, circumstances, you name it. Plus, Juniper's always been more of an introvert, so she's not exactly the social butterfly type.

Also, I didn't bother picking face claims for my OCs because it's such a hassle and would take forever to find the perfect one. Feel free to pick faces for them if you want!

And just a quick heads-up: I don't have a fixed update schedule at the moment. Even with a new laptop, ideas don't just pop out of nowhere! I spend a lot of time brainstorming, so if you have any ideas, feel free to drop them in the comments or reviews. Depending on the story's direction, I might or might not use them, but if I do, I'll give you a shout-out! Looking forward to hearing what you come up with!

Anyway, enough about that – let's get to the new update! Can't wait to hear what you think. Enjoy!

Somewhere in the labyrinth of this mansion, tucked away in the cozy confines of my personal library, I found myself tangled in a web of thoughts and schemes, each one vying for prime real estate in my brain. "Okay, focus... this needs to be set up... and that should've been done yesterday..." What am I doing, you ask? Oh, just the usual—buried in work because apparently, everything I loved in the future decided to stay there and skip this reality. Brilliant, right? calm, June, keep calm. Patience, remember? I'm practically the poster child for patience. All I have to do is wait, and eventually, everything will fall into place—with the added bonus of fattening my bank account. Just a little more patience. But let's be real: keeping my temper in check is like juggling with dynamite sometimes. I keep telling myself to stay cool, breathe, or I might just explode one day—hopefully away from anyone nosy who doesn't know when to stay out of others' business. If I do blow up and spill my beans, I hope it's to someone quiet, like a silent listener or my pet rabbit, Zoe-zo. He's always there for me, though technically, he can't wander far from his hutch and pen, which I personally decorated right next to my bedroom nook.

So, where were we? Ah, right—drowning in work, as usual. I'm a nobody here—a nobody with a company worth millions, mind you. Since everything I enjoyed in my previous reality is nowhere to be found in this one, it's up to me to bring them into existence. Which means I need a ton of patience and even more brainstorming. Busy, busy, busy.

I've assembled a team to tackle the basics—upgrading phones with touchscreens, boosting PCs, laptops, TVs, and cameras to top-tier specs, inventing tablets and smartwatches, and making everything wireless, from internet connections to enhanced Bluetooth, and improving wireless headphones, speakers, and earphones. We're also designing handheld game consoles like the Switch, creating real video games, setting up a PC game store platform, launching mobile apps, developing video apps for short clips like TikTok, building streaming platforms like Netflix for shows and movies, and starting streaming services like Twitch. The tech here is practically stuck in the stone age, and it's up to me to drag it into the future. I know, it's a massive and ambitious undertaking, but I can't stand the idea of not having any of this at my fingertips right now, so I'm powering through it.

Just imagine—all my favorite movies, TV shows, anime, and cartoons right there on Netflix, with me as the only video platform around. No competitors! Same goes for PC game store platforms, and with the advanced touchscreen phones we've come up with, my company will be the sole provider for apps and mobile games. I checked—it's a clean slate! HAHAHA! And, of course, there's no one here to sue me for these "new" ideas since they don't exist in this reality. So, I'm either incredibly lucky or just navigating a morally gray area—depends on your point of view.

I've recruited the best minds to handle the technical side and bring these ideas to life. They're managing the nitty-gritty details while I focus on the big picture. I'm not claiming to be a genius—just the mastermind with the vision. As for other gadgets, transportation, and anything else, that's on the back burner for now. For the moment, I'm making do with the ones in progress and my red and black scooter for short trips, plus a driver for my matte dark purple Hummer for the longer journeys and bigger loads.

Anyway, I'm knee-deep in brainstorming for future TV shows and movies, all in the relentless pursuit of that sweet, sweet cash flow. How do I do it? Well, suggestions are coming at me from every angle—family, friends, coworkers, you name it. Everyone's got their two cents on which books deserve the Hollywood treatment. But let's face it, not every book is a surefire hit. Still, I've managed to dig up some real gems and even found a few familiar titles from my old reality. My library is practically bursting at the seams with books marked 'potential movie material.'

On top of that, aspiring screenwriters are knocking at my door—well, my company's door—with scripts that show promise, even if they're total unknowns to me. I've even tried writing a few myself under a pen name. Sure, my writing might not be award-winning and I could use some help with grammar, but thankfully, I've got a team of minions who are experts at revising scripts to make them movie or TV ready. It's good to be the boss of my own company, though it would be even better with my parents here. Ugh, enough with the sappy and hurtful thoughts.

Now back to the matter at hand—well, not really an issue, but I miss my favorite movies. Luckily, classics like *Home Alone, *Men in Black, and *The Addams Family* exist here too. They're untouchable, you know? No need to mess with perfection. They've got that timeless humor that never fails to crack me up, no matter how many times I've seen them. Comedy gold, I tell you. If you don't think they're great movies, well, sorry, but you clearly don't know what you're talking about.

But hey, on the bright side, literary legends like J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkien are thriving in this reality too, churning out masterpieces just waiting to hit the big screen. Unfortunately for me, snagging contracts with them? Let's just say I missed out on the chance to work with the top-notch writers. Their books have already been snapped up for movie adaptations. I'd love to tweak a few details to match the books more closely, but I guess that's just not in the cards. *sigh* It's a shame, but hey, life goes on.

With my company keeping me constantly occupied, there's this nagging feeling at the back of my mind, like there's something important I've forgotten. What could it be? Am I hungry? Nope. Something about school? Nah, that's not it either. Did I forget to do my homework? No. Anyway, classes will start soon with new schedules, subjects, and classmates—oh right. The Cullens. Those vampires. They're not exactly high on my priority list, but their arrival usually spells trouble, drama, and a lot of teenage angst. Toxic romances, love triangles, forbidden love between species? Definitely not my month is it again?

Glancing around my sanctuary amidst the chaos, I couldn't help but shake my head at the glaring absence of a calendar. Classic oversight, I thought with a wry smile. My phone was right there on the table where I left it, and sure, checking the date would be easy—but leaving my cozy spot felt like way too much effort. It's my lazy time, you know? I've been swamped with work, running in circles, and now that I've finally settled into a spot this comfortable, there's no way I'm moving. Nope. Not happening. My naturally lazy side has definitely caught up with me.

Though, thinking about all the things I miss from my old reality kind of makes me want to get up and start pushing things forward again. Motivates me to create what's missing. But not today. Today, I'm letting the laziness win. As for the date...sigh...Maybe it's time to consider investing in an AI assistant like Siri, Alexa, or even Tony Stark's Jarvis or Friday. That would've been perfect right about now. Note to self: hire a team to develop AI. But for now, it's time for plan B—Angela Weber, my angel of a childhood friend... well, at least in this reality.

I watched Angela from across the room, completely absorbed in her usual routine of sorting through photos and fiddling with her camera. She always said it was for the school's journalism club newspaper—not exactly a Pulitzer-worthy gig, but hey, a start is a start. And honestly, the girl had an undeniable eye for photography. If she ever got serious about it, I'd hire her as one of my photographers without a second thought. She had the talent and the drive; she just didn't realize it yet.

For now, she's brushing off compliments, insisting it's just a hobby. So humble it's almost frustrating, but isn't that how it goes with geniuses? They're always the last to see their own brilliance. I'm convinced she'll come around eventually; it's just a matter of time before she wakes up to her own potential. And if you're wondering about her appearance, she looks just like Angela from the movie. I can't complain, though—the actress suited the portrayal perfectly.

"Hey, Angela," I called out, catching her attention without much effort. If I wanted information, I'd have to play it right. Angela had a bit of a soft spot for gossip—subtle, but there if you knew where to look. And considering how she and that motormouth Jessica love to swap stories when the mood strikes, I figured this was my best shot. Normally, I couldn't care less about who's saying what about whom, even if I'm the hot topic of the day. Popularity always comes with its share of rumors, after all.

"Anything new with you or around town lately?" I asked, trying to sound offhand but probably coming across as a bit more irritated than I meant. "Not that I'm actually interested or anything, but I've been swamped with work and stuck out of town for a while, so I thought... I might as well see if you've got anything remotely interesting to share." I kept my tone light, like it was no big deal, but inside, I was hoping she'd let something slip without catching on to how much I actually cared. So yeah, maybe I've got a bit of a tsundere streak—sue me.

If anyone's noticed by now, in this new reality of mine, Angela has pretty much become my lifeline in this God-forsaken, supernaturally-infested town. I can't thank my lucky stars enough for having her as my childhood friend in this twisted version of reality. The thought of anyone else filling that role—like Jessica, the motormouth who's been buzzing around since sixth grade—just makes me cringe. AU me might have tolerated her, but personally, I never had much of an opinion about Jessica, either in the movie or now. All I know is she talks too much, and I can't stand it.

Thankfully, I've got Angela—my barrier, my bait, my shield. She's got the patience to handle Jessica's endless chatter and actually entertains whatever nonsense Jessica's spouting. Sure, Jessica's sort of a friend, but at least she's not that over-the-top, melodramatic angst machine of an MC. Seriously, trying to pull off a Romeo and Juliet act? Ugh, way too much drama for my taste. I'd sooner jump off a cliff than be friends with that Swan or entertain her love-sick ramblings.

I wasn't totally against Bella Swan in the movie—okay, maybe I was a little. She's overdramatic, nosy, obsessive, a bit of a masochist, naive, ignorant, and a die-hard romantic. Yeah, I've got a few complaints. Who doesn't, right? I thought I might be able to keep things neutral, maybe even be friends with her, but then the memories from AU me hit me like a ton of bricks. And... nope. Not gonna happen. AU me revealed that Bella is a hardcore romantic, deep into classics, and sees "Romeo and Juliet" as the pinnacle of love stories—seriously, can you believe that?

Look, I don't hate chick flicks or anything, but Bella's way too wrapped up in the idea of a "magical and epic romance" for my taste. When she was nine—yes, nine—she dropped this bomb during a random meeting at the lake. My dad, Uncle Jaxx, Uncle Ed, and I were there for one of our usual family bonding days with the guys plus me, and her dad, Charlie, had coincidentally taken her fishing. I ended up meeting her since she was the only kid around. It started off fine, but then out of nowhere, she starts talking about how she wants to be like Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice when she grows up—thankfully not as extreme, but still with that whole "overcoming all obstacles for love" vibe. Seriously, it hinted at a persistent and slightly obsessive undertone. Then she segued into Juliet and Rose from Titanic. What kind of nine-year-old dreams of a tragic love story? Who actually wants tragedy in their love life? That's not just a red flag; that's a full-blown parade of them, complete with marching bands. It's like a neon sign flashing, "Heading straight for the classic Twilight plotline with no detours." A hopeless romantic with a side of masochism, even back then.

When I got that particular set of memories with the MC on it, I was like, 'No way I'm involving myself with that mess.' I mean, I'm not some emo stereotype, okay? Just because I love to wear eyeliner to make sure it outlines my eyes and make it nicer, have a thing for dark colors (especially black) because the stains are less noticeable, accessorize with chokers because I love how I look with it on, and occasionally dye my hair in unnatural colors because I haven't had a chance in my old reality doesn't mean I'm all about that emo life. I'm also definitely not a maso—I'm just introverted, thank you very much.

Sure, my past has its share of drama and tragedy—losing my parents isn't exactly a minor blip—but it's not all about the angst. I've got plenty of happy memories that I value more than anything. I'm not one to get overly invested in emotions like melancholy and sadness. I'm all about good vibes, not brooding 24/7.

Now, I'm not one to brag, but somehow, I've ended up in the popular crowd at school, despite my introverted tendencies and rebellious rich kid vibe thanks to my style. Sure, I'm seen with the "in" crowd, hanging around with Lauren, Eric, Mike, and their jock wannabe friends, but honestly, they're mostly Angela's and Jessica's crew. Angela likes to say they're my friends too and even calls Jessica my "best friend" just because I spend a lot of time with her. Jessica? She's always calling me 'bestie,' but really, she's more of a sort-of best friend—not quite there in my book. A little 50-50. She's cool to hang with, especially since she looks like Anna Kendrick, as long as she keeps her motormouth to a minimum. But hey, if she wants to live in her little bubble, who am I to pop it?

The Forks gang—mostly a mix of jocks and, well, less-than-charming characters, affectionately dubbed the Suicide Squad by me—are always hovering around, much to my annoyance. Angela is the only one I can tolerate most days. Ben's decent, and occasionally Jessica is bearable if she keeps her mouth shut. Mike, Eric, Lauren, and Tyler are okay if I'm in a decent mood (and they look just like their movie counterparts). As for the rest—the nameless jocks, cheerleaders, and the rest of the so-called popular crowd? Totally fake, obnoxiously loud, and just plain irritating. That's why they're in the Suicide Squad.

What really grinds my gears about the Suicide Squad is their nonstop sales pitches. They never let up, always hounding me about the latest gadgets or games, and sometimes they even ask me to get them as gifts—like I'm their personal ATM and store. On top of that, they constantly nag me for hot tips on new movies and TV shows, as if I'm their personal information dispenser. Newsflash, idiots: I'm not. We're not that close for you to be asking me for all that stuff, you know? Are you Angela in disguise or something? Because there's no way in hell I'm giving you everything you ask for.

And don't even get me started on their obsession with parties. Sure, I'm a teenager, but throwing parties every other night? It's like they're allergic to the idea of responsible fun—just plain gatherings or group hang-outs. Give me a quiet night with a good book over their chaotic gatherings any day. I'm fine with sleepovers, but all-out parties? Nope. Not a chance at all.

Being loaded and having a big place all to myself doesn't suddenly make me the party planner of the century. Even though my parents are gone and Uncle Jaxx is MIA, I've still got Uncle Ed and Aunt Evy keeping things in check. But even without them, I'm not about to turn my place into Club Central. Parties, especially the ones filled with beer, whiskey, bourbon, and all that booze, just aren't my scene. Nope, not happening. If I'm trying to steer clear of anything supernatural, I'm also committed to being a responsible and respectable teenager who follows the law—no underage drinking here.

So, besides the Suicide Squad—who I'd be happy to sacrifice to vampires as a feast—the other kids in Forks like Angela, my angel, her crush Ben, Jessica (when she's quiet), Mike (when he's less annoying), Eric (for the same reason as Mike), Lauren, and Tyler (when they're less arrogant and bitchy) are the only ones I can tolerate. There are also a few less irritating youngsters who manage to stay on my good side. As for Angela and Ben, they're currently in that annoyingly obvious crush-on-crush stage. No surprises if they end up as a couple in the book, especially with that hopeless romantic Swan back in town.

"Why the sudden curiosity, June?" Angela asked, her tone a blend of genuine concern and playful skepticism. Given that her father's the town pastor, it's practically her job to uphold that saintly image of hers. "You don't usually care about rumors or gossip, especially when it's about yourself. This is a new development."

"Well, I'm bored, and as I mentioned, I've been gone most of the time," I shrugged, my go-to explanation for practically everything. Sure, building my empire is a thrilling endeavor, but once you've got the basics covered, life can get a bit... monotonous. Especially the waiting part. I'm still waiting on results from the experts I hired for my projects. They're taking their sweet time, though. Also need to sort out that team for AI development, the script for the new movie, and that book— the author should have sent it over by now. Ah, my mind is wandering again. Back to reality, I suppose.

As I wait for Angela's response, she shoots me a quick glance before snatching up two photos from her disorganized pile. Seriously, she must have about five albums scattered around my library, but hey, who am I to judge? It's her thing, and I'm all about letting people do their thing. She saunters over to my reading nook, plops down beside me like she owns the place, and leans in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Girl, why are you whispering? We're like the only ones here.

"Well, you know how it is, June," Angela starts, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement. "I heard this straight from Jessica—"

"Ugh! She sure loves to gossip. That motormouth of hers!" I can't help but interject, my sarcasm slipping out without a second thought. Angela just rolls her eyes, totally unfazed. She knows me well enough by now to let my sass slide.

But she's not deterred. "There's some juicy gossip going around about the new arrivals in town—the Cullens. Though I did meet some of them. Well, not exactlymeetthem—more like saw them from a distance. Jessica found a lot of info about them. Worth the gossip if you ask me."

Jackpot! I knew I can count on Angela as always and Jessica as well I guess. "Hmmm... finally something new in this boring town. Well, go on, Ange!" That's a sure sign I've been out of the loop and not really paying attention to the timeline. Looks like we're hitting the start of the movie plot and everything around here is about to get dangerous. Time to prepare some gasoline and maybe a diamond sword? I mean, if diamonds are as hard as they say, maybe I should find something that can actually damage them. Lucky for me, I have an R department in the company.

"The Cullens?" I lean in, pretending like I'm on the edge of my seat. Okay, maybe I am a little curious. Sue me.

Angela's eyes practically sparkle as she continues, clearly enjoying the suspense she's building. "Okay, so, from what Jessica's managed to dig up, the Cullens are an old family just returning here cause the previous generation also lived here centuries ago. I saw them from afar and they're all incredibly good-looking—seriously, like model material. But the weirdest thing? Their eyes. They all have this unique golden color, even though they're not related by blood. Everyone's been talking about how they're just... oddly different and something mesmerizing."

They're vampires. Naturally, humans are drawn to them, and it doesn't hurt that vampires use their whole "dazzle" trick to make easy prey. I can't help but peek at these pictures, curious to see how they stack up against the movie or if they lean more towards the book's descriptions. Hopefully a mix of both. Everyone I've run into so far looks a bit like their on-screen counterparts—like Bella Swan who's practically a dead ringer for Kristen Stewart, just with a few tweaks to make her more like Charlie Swan's kid.

Anyway, here's a bit of good news: Even if some of my favorite songs aren't out yet, the artists are alive and kicking. I hired a team to track them down and double-checked everything. So, I can't approach music the same way I did with movies and gadgets. The artists might not have had their big break yet or could be too young for showbiz, or maybe they haven't even been born yet. I'll just have to wait a few years to hear their work.

As for actors and actresses, it's a bit of a letdown that some familiar faces are missing—or sort of missing, like Anna Kendrick now known as Jessica Stanley, and others from the Twilight universe. I've seen who Charlie Swan looks like, spotted Jacob Black as a kid who resembles his Sharkboy self during fishing trips with his dad, and caught glimpses of Paul Lahote and other future shifters near the Quileute area. They have minor differences but still resemble their movie counterparts, with Paul being particularly eye-catching! Like, wow, so hot! I'm hoping some of the Cullens will be just as attractive, like Jasper, Emmett, or Doctor Cullen, and other vamps like Garrett. No offense to Edward fans, but he's never been my type, especially with his broody, angst-ridden, woe-is-me attitude. Hopefully, he's different here, both in attitude and appearance. And while I do find the vampires and Paul incredibly attractive, I'm not about to chase them—married or not—they're just here for the eye candy. Anyway, Angela's giving me that familiar confused look, but I guess she's getting used to my daydreaming. Now, where were we? Oh right, the pictures!

Unfortunately, the photos are blurry—probably snapped in secret and in a rush—but even so, I can make out how stunning they are. Exactly as I imagined. Their skin looks flawless, like it was carved out of marble, making snow seem dull in comparison. "Well, you don't see that every day in little old Forks," I mutter, still flipping through. And those eyes? Completely hypnotic. Makes me wonder how they'd look in a fiery red.

Don't give me that look! I'm just curious, that's all. Sure, I prefer the color red over yellow, but when it comes to morality, I'm solidly in the gray area. I don't assume or judge people until I've met them, gotten to know them, and seen them for myself. Whatever they've done in the past is their baggage; what matters to me is who they are right now.

Take vampires, for example—if they're killing people, it's not really my concern, provided their victims fall on the wrong side of my personal code: abusers, rapists, murderers, blackmailers, scammers who prey on the poor, stalkers, pedophiles, drug dealers, or anyone whose existence causes more harm than good. Why let that kind of filth continue to stain the world? And vampires have to eat, right? Might as well make it the people corrupting society—like shady officials or wealthy folks using their resources for evil rather than to help those in need.

Sure, the Cullens are kind of noble for swearing off human blood, but they're still messing with the ecosystem by hunting animals—like black bears, for example. No offense to Emmett, who almost got mauled by one, but even if not all bears are protected species in the U.S., some of them are even on the endangered list. So, they're not exactly helping the planet with that "vegetarian" diet of theirs.

And it's not like I have anything against Carlisle, but seriously, what's the point of being a doctor if he's not actually doing anything useful with it? He's been around for centuries, piling up all that medical knowledge, yet he hasn't figured out an alternative for vampire sustenance? Instead of using his expertise to find or create a solution for his own kind, he's just happy to sip on animal blood. He could be doing a lot more for vampires than just playing human doctor.

So yeah, I'm planted firmly in the morally gray area, with a slight lean towards the dark side. And just to set the record straight: if there's ever a clash between the Volturi and the Cullens, I'm siding with the Volturi. Especially if the Cullens keep dodging the rules made for their kind—because, let's be real, it's only a matter of time before they do.

Angela's nodding enthusiastically clearly tuned in to my every muttered word. Seriously, how does she always hear me? The power of gossip never ceases to amaze. "I know, right? It's like they've stepped out of a fairy tale or something," she gushes, her voice brimming with excitement.

"Fairy tale? More like a dream teetering on a nightmare," I retort with a laugh. "They don't even look related, so obviously adopted. It's kind of impressive in a creepy way, if you ask me. I mean, what kind of people only pick out stunning kids just because they're stunning themselves? No offense to the Cullens, but that reeks of a 'perfectionist lifestyle.' They're way too perfect—like, 'We're into plastic surgery and have the cash to make it happen' perfect." My amusement is evident, tinged with my trademark cynicism and sass.

I mean, seriously, who in their right mind actually buys the idea that it's totally normal to adopt a bunch of drop-dead gorgeous teenagers just because you can't have kids? I guess humans under a vampire's spell might fall for that nonsense. And as for the vampires, what genius decided that repeatedly going back to high school was the best way to blend in with humans? They could've easily played the homeschooled card. It's laughable if you ask me.

I glance at the blurry pictures again. Sure, they look like the Cullens I imagined, but there are some differences from the movie versions. Here's hoping they aren't as loaded with drama and teenage angst as their on-screen counterparts. That would really suck. Expectations versus reality, you know? And honestly, I'm not holding my breath—it's Twilight, after all. But you get what I mean, right?

"This looks like it was taken from quite a distance," I say, pretending to scrutinize the blurry photo with mock seriousness. "Impressive work, Angela. But how on earth did you manage to get this without them catching on? Let me guess—Jessica, the human loudspeaker, put you up to it?" I prod, feeling a bit more curious than I'd like to admit.

Not that I'm dying to know about the Cullens, of course—I'm no Bella, swooning over their broody, mysterious aura. But seriously, Angela, how did you manage to pull this off? They're always so obsessed with secrecy, which they keep pushing the limits of by mingling with humans, and yet, here you are, snapping pictures of them—even if it's not exactly in HD. Gotta admit, even with the blurriness, the photos still somehow capture that 'otherworldly' charm they've got going on.

"Last week, Jessica, Lauren, and I were at this café in Port Angeles. There's a gas station across the street, and we had to get one of the workers there to change a flat tire on our car. Naturally, Lauren did the persuading," Angela explained, her gaze still fixed on the pictures. I snorted in obvious disgust. "Of course she did," I cut in, unable to hold back a snarky comment.

Angela kept going like she didn't hear my quip. "It was raining that day, so we decided to take cover in the café and ordered some lattes and cake. They were so goo—" I tuned her out when she started raving about her sweets, but at least that explained why the Cullens didn't notice her snapping their pictures. The rain probably drowned out the sound of the camera. "Anyway, Jessica—"

"The motormouth," I cut in with a casual smirk, earning a brief glare from Angela for interrupting her story.

"Yes, Jessica, our friend," Angela emphasized with an eyeroll. "Come on, June. You've known her since sixth grade."

"Friend-ish," I corrected, casually slinging an arm around her shoulder. "My bestest friend in the entire universe...if by 'best' you mean the term is applied very, very, very ...loosely."

"Ugh, call it what you want, June," Angela sighed, giving up with a resigned smile, knowing I'd never budge. "Anyway, guess what we saw across from us at that gas station?"

"A hot celebrity?" I suggest with a smirk and a small chuckle, just to get a rise out of her.

"I wish," Angela chuckles along with me. "No, it was the Cullens. They were filling up their cars—three of them, at least. Three ridiculously shiny, expensive cars, acting all casual like it was no big deal."

I roll my eyes. "Oh, sure, because nothing says 'low profile' like three luxury cars rolling out of a small town named after cutlery."

Angela giggles and grins. "Jessica nearly lost her mind when she saw them, practically knocking over her drink. She dared me to snap a picture, and, well... you know Jessica. Saying no to her is like trying to outrun a cheetah."

I snort. "Right, because defying Jessica is basically the eighth deadly sin."

Angela laughs. "So, I used that phone you gave me last Christmas—the one with the nice camera?" I nod with a smile, and she continues, "I just acted like I was scrolling through it and managed to take a few quick shots. Didn't expect them to come out this clear, especially from so far away."

I smirk. "Well, points for effort, Ange. Even with the blur, you managed to capture their... 'unique' vibe."

"Yeah, I guess I did," Angela says, glancing back at her photos. "Turns out Jessica tried digging deeper into their background, but there wasn't much more than the usual."

"Well, what is it then?" I ask, rising from my cozy spot to grab my phone. "Don't leave me hanging here."

Angela's grin widens, her eyes lighting up with the thrill of sharing more gossip. "Oh, you're spot-on about them being adopted. Dr. Carlisle Cullen and his wife took them in, and there are rumors about their... unconventional relationships. Some folks think their romantic entanglements are a bit scandalous, even though they're not related by blood. They're still considered siblings—like step-siblings, which, legally speaking, might seem a bit like incest if you look at it that way."

"Scandalous," I laugh, shaking my head. "What a way for that family to kick things off. School hasn't even started, and they're already wrapped up in rumors and gossip that might actually be true. Yikes! If they're bold enough to strut their stuff at school and flaunt their relationships, then their arrogance and superiority complex must be off the charts. That's assuming they're as stuck-up as they seem. But hey, if they can pull it off, more power to them."

Angela giggles at my reaction, clearly entertained. "I know, right? It's like they're walking into a storm and they don't even care. I mean, who does that?"

"People who think they're above everyone else, that's who," I reply, rolling my eyes with a smirk. Sure, they're vampires who think they're at the top of the food chain, but the joke's on them. Their whole 'vegetarian' thing might put them a notch above humans, but they're still leagues below the red-eyed kind. I mean, they can't even handle their own bloodlust without dragging their resident empath, Jasper, into the mess. And adapting to their diet? That's just making him more of a liability around blood. Poor guy. Bloodlust is an emotion, after all. "Maybe they love the drama. Or maybe they're just dying for everyone to be captivated by their supposed 'mystique.' Honestly, it's like they're begging for attention."

Angela tilts her head thoughtfully. "Or maybe they're just trying to live their lives and don't care what anyone thinks?"

"Could be," I admit with a casual shrug. Maybe the Cullens are just naïve enough to believe their yellow eyes—practically light brown—plus a few human jobs and attending high school are enough to make them seem normal. Blending in? Yeah, right. That's stupidity talking. Only dazzled humans would buy that. "But if that's their plan, they sure picked a hell of a way to do it. Forks isn't exactly known for people minding their own business." I can already think of one overly curious brunette who'll be all over anything mysterious and handsome, especially if she thinks it's her ticket to some epic romance she's been dreaming about since forever.

Angela chuckles, clearly enjoying the gossip. "I know, right? It's like they're living in their own little drama series. But really, that's all I've heard so far. Jessica's been trying to dig up more, but no luck yet."

I smirk, knowing there's no way Jessica will uncover anything substantial about the Cullens. Not unless she somehow stumbles into the supernatural—fat chance of that happening. "Well, guess we'll see how they handle their new high school life. If they're as bold as the rumors suggest, this should be... interesting."

Angela nods enthusiastically. "Definitely. I can't wait to see how they fit in, or if they even try to. It's going to be a show, that's for sure."

I laugh softly, finding the whole thing more amusing by the second. "Yeah, it should be entertaining. And who knows? Maybe there's more to their story than meets the eye." Like the fact that they're vampires. Vegetarian vampires, which is just... hilarious. Wimps.

Angela raises an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, do tell. Are you secretly plotting to uncover their deepest secrets?" Oh, no. I'm just hoping they won't find me interesting at all. I'd prefer to be a plain, unremarkable human in their eyes. The last thing I want is for them to take any notice of me.

I wave a hand dismissively. "Not plotting, just intrigued. After all, Forks is pretty quiet, and a little excitement might be just what we need." I smirk to myself, knowing full well that things are bound to get chaotic in the coming months.

Angela grins, clearly enjoying my enthusiasm. "Well, keep me posted if you find out anything new. I'm all ears!"

"Will do," I reply, giving her a playful wink. "And in the meantime, we'll just have to keep an eye on these new Cullens and see what unfolds." I watch as she goes back to arranging her pictures, a grin on my face. Hehe... She really does have a passion for photography.

In two weeks, classes will start, and I'll finally get to see the Cullens in person—what they really look like, not just the movie versions. I'll get to find out what's real and what's not. Hopefully, Edward won't be able to hear any of my thoughts, or he'll be bombarded with complaints, snarky comments, and maybe, just maybe, a little praise if I actually find something worthwhile about them. But honestly, I'll probably just end up thinking about how creepy Edward is, especially if he has any stalker tendencies.

As for Alice, I really hope she doesn't take an interest in me, even in a friendly way. I know that if she does, I'll get roped into whatever harebrained schemes she comes up with in the future. Here's to hoping that won't happen.

I'll just have to play the role of the boring rich kid and let my introverted nature keep them at a distance. That's two weeks from now, and I'm already dreading it. Why can't time slow down—or better yet, just stop? School is starting soon. YAY! Not!

CHAPTER FINALLY DONE!

Hey guys! Here's my second update for this fic! I hope you enjoy it just as much as you did my otherVampire Diariesstory.

So, I've been toying with the idea of starting a new fic forThe Vampire Diaries. I didn't mention it in the last update, but what do you think about a reincarnation fic? This time, it won't be into an existing character but into an OC!

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