Summary/AU/ 'Hate is more of a mutual feeling. Then again, hate is such a strong word, so we'll just say I really LOATHE you Alice.' She frowned at me. 'Oh come off it Bella. It's a simple dare. You just have to kiss him, not love him.' Liar.

Coming from a girl who's bored and watched two too many Hallmark movies, this story has to be at least half way decent right? But yes, this is in fact based of a Hallmark movie, with the storyline changed a bit, different characters…same basis though. So the movie was "Pictures of Hollis Woods", and the story is "Pictures of Bella Swan".

What if you fall, and no one's there to catch you? Do you get back up and fight, or do you lie on the ground in pain?

And that's the tagline for the story. For now.

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What do I remember? Well, that's a tough one. I remember some things though, like the way my sister would laugh, or how my cousin could cheer me up. The one thing I hated to forget was how much I had loved, and how much I'd been loved.

But love's never like that. It's either this or that, black and white. Plain and simple. Or that's what I'd been taught.

Nonetheless I can't seem to believe that it happened to me. That my cheeks would flush whenever I saw him, or that I would always stutter when I talked to him.

It's not like I meant for it to happen. It just sort of….did.

Do I blame someone for what happened? Should I?

I do blame myself though, for not standing up for myself. I did something I shouldn't have, and now it'll haunt me for the rest of my life.

Well I can't say anything really; I was the one who screwed up.

Wasn't I?

Then again, to tell you the truth I……can't remember.


Had I known that summer would end the way it did, I probably wouldn't have gone. No, instead I would have sat in the AC down in Jacksonville and witness the remainder of my sanity melt away. My brain probably would have fried in boredom.

Had I known that my 'siblings' were going to drive me up the wall for nearly three months, maybe I wouldn't have gone. Or maybe I would have, I'm not sure.

My family was completely messed up – confusing, scary, hectic, annoying—you know the kind. The kind of family that you can't stand to love, but love them regardless. That was a good thing though, to know that they cared and loved me back. Or at least that's what I thought.

I deliberately told him not to come. I said I was going for a walk and that I'd be back in about an hour. I told him not to go anywhere near that truck. I told him not to do anything. I said he could have gone fishing, and maybe finished packing. I yelled for him to slow down.

But did he listen?


And if he had, maybe I would be able to remember why I fell in love with him in the first place.

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That's just the preface for now, and I hope you liked it. The plot is half way decent, and any reviews or constructive criticism is welcome. Chapter I of the story will be up in a short while.