A/N: Okay, people. This is my first real Twilight fic. It's one of the only things I've written with a plan in mind of where I'm gonna go with it. This is also the longest thing that has ever been written by me. I've always wanted to write Twilight fics after reading my first one so here is the beginning of this adventure. If you read it, I'll be happy. Review it and I'll be a little more happier. Now, if you enjoy it, well, then, you've made my day. :)

Disclaimer: Twilight belongs only to the very lucky, Stephenie Meyer.

A Mirror To The Moon

"Mommy! Mommy, come here!"

I sighed as I heard my daughter calling for me. I could never get anything done with a two-year old running around. "I'm coming, Lily!" I walked away from my computer. Trying to write a send an email is impossible with Lily's screaming. I was never able to finish it.

Walking into the living room of my apartment, I saw Lily sitting on the couch, staring intently at the floor.

Puzzled, I asked, "What's wrong, sweetie?"

She looked up at me with her innocent brown eyes. She pointed at the floor. "There's a spider."

When she said the word "spider," my eyes widened. I did not do well with spiders. "Um…honey, give me your shoe."

She pouted. "But, Mommy, I don't want spider guts on my shoes."

"Lily, just give me your shoe." She reluctantly complied and handed her tiny shoe over to me. Getting down on my knees, I looked at the gigantic spider and aimed. To my surprise, I drove the shoe into the carpet and killed the creepy creature on the spot.

Clapping her hands, Lily cheered, "Yay, Mommy! Woo! Yay! You did it!" She jumped off the couch and wrapped her arms around my legs. "You're my hero, Mommy."

This is what makes little toddlers great. They think the tiniest thing is the most amazing event ever. I squatted down to be at her level and hugged her close to me. "Lil, it's just a spider."

"Yeah, but, Mommy, it was scaring me. You made it be dead." She smiled up at me. "I love you."

I knew she said this any time I helped her with something, whether it be tying her shoes or, in this case, killing a spider, but no matter how many times she told me she loved me, I never got used to it. "I love you too, Lily."

Soon her bedtime arrived, and I took her into her small bedroom. I tucked her in and said good night. When she said the same to me, I kissed her forehead and walked out of her room. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of chips from the counter. I thought through that evening's event. It was a little spider, I thought to myself. I didn't save her from drowning. Yet she called me her hero.

Never in my life had I thought I was a good mother. I was essentially just a child myself. At eighteen, this was definitely not where I thought my life would end up. So for Lillian to say that I was her hero, I was shocked. I could barely provide for us. I was working at a stupid office as a lowly receptionist at some local talent agency. I didn't know, or like, the people that worked there. I just knew that I needed the money. As long as it wasn't demeaning me, I would do whatever I had to do to make ends meet for us.

I decided that I needed to go to bed, but before doing so, I quietly went into Lily's bedroom. She looked her most peaceful when she was asleep; I hoped not to disturb her.

After looking at my daughter's sleeping form for a couple minutes, I hurried into my own room. I crawled into my bed and had a hard time falling asleep. I felt around for my junky MP3 player. It was sitting on my nightstand, and I picked it up, put the ear buds in my ears, and selected a song. I scanned through and found the perfect song, "Dosed" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I quickly fell asleep, the beautiful music in my head.


The next morning, I awoke to Lily jumping up and down on my bed. How fun.

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy," she said while bouncing. "Are we gonna play today? You promised we'd play today."

I internally scolded myself. I had completely forgotten to take the day off from work. Now that she was reminding me, it was all coming back to me. The week earlier, I had told Lily that I would try and get off work so I could stay with her. It went entirely over my head. My boss would not let me off on this late of a notice.

"Aw, honey, I'm sorry," I comforted. "I can't do it today. I'll try tomorrow." I had a feeling the boss wasn't going to let me off the next day either, but I wouldn't tell Lily that. "I'm sure Aunt Alice would love to play with you today, though."

The bed jumping stopped. "Aunt Alice?" she asked. "I love playing with Aunt Alice. She always buys me things! You can go work if Alice comes over, 'kay?"

Lily's excitement was almost contagious. "Okay, sweetie. Let me just call her and see if she's not busy." I grabbed the phone and dialed the one number that I practically had memorized. It was my best friend since kindergarten, Alice Brandon.

Alice, unlike most girls our age, didn't go to college. She wasn't ready for anything so serious yet. She was ridiculously smart so she could get in wherever she wanted to. She just had no intentions on going to a university. She was my go-to girl. Whenever I needed her, for whatever reason, she was there, helping me as much as she could.

After about the third ring, Alice picked up. "Hello," she said in her always-chipper voice. No matter what time of day it was, Alice was always her bubble self.

"Alice, I know I ask you this, like, everyday, but I really need you to—"

She cut me off. "Say no more, Bella. You know I always have time to spend the day with the greatest goddaughter in the world." She giggled. "You should know by now that I'll say yes. When do you need me over?"

"I don't know. Just as fast as you can," I replied, knowing that it would only be five minutes until she got here. Alice liked to drive really fast.

"All right, Bell. See ya in a few."

She hung up and I figured I may as well get started on breakfast. Lily was in a Jell-O phase so all she wanted to eat had been Jell-O for the past three days. I, on the other hand, needed my bacon in the morning to get me through the day.

As I was standing in front of the stove, I heard a knock at the door. Lily, with her cup of gelatin in hand, ran to answer it. "Got it!" she called as she did so.

I heard the door swing open, and Lily screamed, "Aunt Alice is here! Mommy, come say hi to Aunt Alice!"

"I'll be there in a second. I don't want to burn food."

"Well, hurry up!" Lil was the most impatient child in the world.

I made sure my bacon was okay on its own and walked into the living room where Alice and Lily were now at.

"Alice, you know you never have to knock. My house is your house." I sighed. "Thank you so much for doing this. I owe you big time."

Alice just shook her head. "You know you can call me whenever. What are best friends for?" She grinned at me before pulling me into a hug. Alice might have been small, but weak she was not. I always was getting the air sucked out of me whenever she hugged me.

She let me out of her vice grip and then said, "What are we having for breakfast?"

"Well, I was gonna have some bacon, but what you want is up to you."

"I think I'll have some of that bacon. Ooh, and could you throw in a scrambled egg, too?" With that, her attention was back on Lily, and I went back into the kitchen.

Finishing up on the cooking, I called Alice into the room. I set a place at the table for her. Alice was at my house so much, she had her own seat at the table. She was pretty much the only family I had. She was my closest friend and was welcome at any time.

She sat down and dug into her food. Lily was eating another thing of Jell-O, and I was ready to chow down on some bacon.

"Hey, Lil," Alice said. "Why don't you go in your room and play for a little while? Your mom and I need to talk."

"'Kay, Alice." Lily wandered down the hall and into her bedroom. She shut the door and all I could think of was that she was probably putting Jell-O in her Barbie dolls' hair.

Alice turned to me. "Bella, have you talked to your dad lately?"

My face turned pale. I rarely had spoken to my father since I first told him I was pregnant. We had an occasional conversation, but it never amounted to anything. He claimed to always be busy being the chief of police in Forks, but I knew the truth. Chief Swan pretty much disowned me when I had Lily.

"No, I haven't talked to Charlie." Alice had a thing where she had to ask me this about once a month. Apparently, today had been that day.

"Bella," she sighed. "You guys are gonna have to talk about this sometime."

I let out a sigh, also, knowing that she was right. In all honesty, though I knew I needed to talk to Charlie, who I really needed to talk to was James, Lily's father. He was just a random boyfriend I had, and then when Lily came along, it was "Bye-bye, boyfriend, hello, motherhood." He never wanted to get to know her and he left town soon after, never to be heard from again.

"I know, Alice. But I don't even think he wants to talk to me." My dad and I only lived a few minutes away from each other in Forks, Washington. It wasn't like he lived hundreds of miles away like my mom did in Florida. "He doesn't make much of an effort to communicate with me."

Alice opened her mouth to say something, but we heard little footsteps coming down the hall.

Lily came into the kitchen, tears streaming down her face. "Mommy," she said between sniffles. "Look what happened to the doll Grandma got me for Christmas." Snot was running from Lily's nose and Alice got a tissue and wiped it off. One thing I knew for sure about Alice is that if she had kids, she would be the best mom ever.

My suspicions from earlier were confirmed when I saw a red, slimy substance in Lily's doll's hair. She had managed to get the Jell-O all in it.

I took the Barbie from her hands and said, "I'll try and wash this out later, okay, sweetie?" I set the doll on the counter. "Right now, I gotta get ready for work." I was making an excuse. I didn't have to be at work for a while; I just didn't want to continue my previous conversation with Alice. I didn't need her to give me another lecture about how I really needed to try to communicate with my dad.

I went into the bathroom, more to hide from my best friend than to look my best for my mundane job. With shaky hands, I put my make-up on. I was nervous. What if Lily had heard Alice and I talking? She could've heard anything. She rarely heard from her grandfather. She never heard from her father. I couldn't make the first move with these guys; Lily, or even I, would get hurt.

I changed into a stupid business suit. I hated wearing it, but I had to be dressed appropriately so the so-called "talent" knew that our agency would be respectable. The people the agency represented weren't big time, and in all honesty, I usually didn't think a lot of them ever could be.

When I came out of my room, I saw Alice getting the Jell-O out of Lily's doll's hair. Why does she have to be the perfect one? I thought to myself. Why can't she let me do my mom duties?

"Hey," she said, smiling brightly. "I figured I'd do this for you. You probably won't have the time to later."

I knew she was acting out of kindness, but sometimes, I thought she did it just to prove to me that she could be a better mother than me. I returned her smile, trying to get rid of that last thought. "Thanks, Ali."

"Remember," she threatened, pointing the doll at me. "You don't owe me anything. I'm doing this for you."

"'Kay," I said, resigned. She knew that if I could, I'd try to repay her.

"Mommy! Mommy, do you gots to go to work now?" Lily questioned. I found it so adorable when her grammar was off but it bugged Alice to no end.

"Lil, it's 'got to go.' Not 'gots.' All right?" Alice could be such a stickler for bad grammar.

Lily wasn't affected by Alice. "Mommy, you never answered my question," she whined.

I grabbed a bottle of water. "Yeah, sweetie. I gotta go in a minute." I scanned the counter for my truck keys. They weren't where they usually were. "Alice? Do you know where my keys are?"

Rolling her eyes, Alice looked over at Lily. "Did you take your mom's keys, Lil?"

Lily giggled and shook her head. "Nope, wasn't me." A guilty smile came upon her face. "It must've been someone else, Alice. I think you took them. You would be able to find a good hiding place."

"Lil, I know you took them. You're an open book," I said. She shook her head vehemently. "Listen, Lil, if you don't give me the keys now, I'm gonna be late. If I'm late, I lose my job. If I lose my job, then there's no more Jell-O."

Lily's mouth was wide open in horror. "No Jell-O?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"That's right, Lil. So you better hand over the keys in the next, say, ten seconds, or your supply of Jell-O will come to an end."

"I put 'em in my room!" she shouted. "They're in my room. I'll go get 'em." She ran down the hallway, into her room. Soon, footsteps were heard, and Lily emerged with the keys. "Here," she said. "I gots 'em right here." She waved the keys in my face. "See 'em? I had 'em, Mommy."

I took the keys from her. "Don't you ever do that again," I scolded. "I need my keys at all times, 'kay?"

She nodded with a sad look on her face. "'Kay."

I looked at Alice, who was watching the whole episode in silence. "I'm gonna go to work now."

She quietly said good-bye and so did Lily. I bent down and hugged my daughter close to me. "I'm sorry for getting so mad at you." She only nods but then, she kissed my cheek.

"I love you, Mommy."

"Love you, too, Lil." I grabbed my purse and walked out the door.

I found my truck in its regular parking space. It was an old, red Chevy truck that I bought. It was all that I could afford. Alice just hated it. She came from a fairly rich family so she got everything that she wanted. She had an expensive car—a Porsche—and designer clothes. She always said that she would ask her father to allow her to borrow some money to buy me a new car. I always refused; I didn't want her spending money on me for something that I didn't really need. There was one good thing about this piece of junk: no one would want to steal it.

I opened my door and got into the truck. I turned on the radio, trying to find something good to listen to. I found nothing good until I heard The Foo Fighters. The song that was playing was "Everlong." It was one of their first songs, and I've loved it since the very first time that I heard it. I began singing it to myself in the privacy of my truck. The whole drive, all that I heard, even when the song was over, was Dave Grohl's vocals.

When I arrived at the parking lot in front of my workplace, I was humming the song. Getting out of the car, Everlong was still stuck in my head. I wasn't paying attention, and I dropped my keys as I took them out of the ignition.

I reached down to pick them up, only to realize that someone else had already beat me to it. When I looked up, I saw a man, probably in his mid-twenties. He was holding my keys with a smile plastered on his face.

"I believe you dropped this, miss," he said politely.

It took me a little while to respond. His green eyes were so captivating. I was lost it them. Never had I seen someone with such piercing eyes. His bronze hair was in a casual disarray. I wasn't going to deny it; he was beautiful.

I realized that he was awaiting a response. "Um…Yeah, I did," I stammered.

He dropped them into my outreached hand. "Well, here you go." He looked at me briefly. "I'm Edward Cullen, by the way." He held out his hand for me to shake it.

"Bella Swan," I responded, shaking his hand. The moment we touched, I felt something like an electric shock go through my body. I looked up at him, and it seemed like he had noticed it, too.

He had a startled look on his face as he let go of my hand. "Pleasure to meet you, Bella," he said, still charming even after what had just happened.

"You, too, Edward," I replied, trying to sound calm, the complete opposite to what I felt.

"Hey, do you work here?" he asked when I was about to walk past him.

"Uh, yeah. Yes, I do." I still hadn't gotten over the electric shock.

He looked towards the doors of the building. "I'm gonna be heading in there. Would you like me to escort you?"

The way he said it, made me giggle. "Yeah, sure."

When he offered to carry my purse, I gave it to him. I heard him chuckle. "What?" I asked, irritated.

Still chuckling, he said, "When you got out of your car, were you humming 'Everlong'?"

I could feel my face getting hot; it was definitely fire engine red. However, I knew I couldn't let him know just how embarrassed I was. "Yes, I was," I said confidently.

"That's what I thought," he said with a chortle.

Annoyed, I asked, "Why do you want to know?"

"Oh, no reason. I just love the Foo Fighters." As we walked, I heard him softly singing the song. "Hello, I've been waiting here for you, everlong."

"Shut up, Edward," I muttered. He was mocking me, and I didn't like it one bit.

"Okay. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." We were standing in front of the doors. He opened them for me and let me step inside. "After you, madam," he said, bowing. He looked like an idiot. He was adorable, but still an idiot.

"Thank you," I said, trying to be not only grateful, but also graceful. Unfortunately, I failed. Miserably. Right after the words left my mouth, I tripped on the carpet inside the building. Though I was expecting an inevitable crash, it never came. Instead, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me before I hit the ground. I heard Edward let out a slight gasp.

When my eyes settled on his green ones, I said breathlessly, "Thank you."

Never taking his eyes off of mine, he grinned crookedly and replied, "You're welcome." Realizing that he was still holding me, he made sure I was able to stand straight and let go of me.

As he handed me my purse, I said, "I'm sorry. That kinda happens a lot to me. I'm always falling and everything. I'm so clumsy, it's not even funny." I giggled. "Okay, actually, it is pretty funny."

He laughed with me. "Yeah, it sort of is."

There was some weird energy between us, an amazing vibe. I had never experienced this with a guy the first time I met them. Not even with James. I didn't want it to end.

Before I knew it, we were standing in front of my desk. "Okay… this is my little work place." I put my stuff on the desk, and Edward handed me my bag. "Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Edward."

"Oh, no. The pleasure is all mine." He extended his hand and I shook it. "I'll see you around, I guess."

"Uh-huh. See ya," I replied.

I expected him to leave and go do whatever it was that he was supposed to, but he didn't. Instead, he shifted a bit uncomfortably. "Um… Bella, I might be being a little forward, but I was wondering." He bit his lip and looked up at me. "Maybe you'd like to go to dinner with me sometime?"

My jaw definitely dropped at that moment. "Oh. Edward, I, uh, don't really know."

"Oh, yeah. That's totally fine." He seemed embarrassed. "I mean, I don't really know what I was thinking. Actually, I don't think I was thinking at all. You probably have a boyfriend or something, of course."

He was babbling and I really wanted him to stop. "Edward, it's not what you're thinking. You're completely wrong. I—I just can't."

Edward looked very confused. "Why, then? If you're single, then…"

I held up my hand to stop him. "I'm not discussing this now. I need to get to work."

Closing his eyes for a second, Edward said softly, "Okay, I'm sorry I bothered you."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it." I sat down in my chair and once again, waited for him to leave. He turned away from me and took a seat in the waiting room. He seemed like he wasn't planning on leaving any time soon. I was afraid that he was some creepy stalker guy. "Excuse me, Edward? Do you have, like, an appointment?"

He lifted his head to look at me. "I do, as a matter of fact." He pulled a piece of paper out of his pant pocket. "I have a meeting with a person named Mike Newton."

"Ah, I see." I hated Mike, our lead agent. He had been coming on to me since I got this job. "What do you need to see Mike for?"

"You don't know?" Edward asked, slightly arrogant. When I shook my head, he said, "Bella, I'm an author. I need a good agent."

I blinked a few times, trying to regain my composure. "What—what are you talking about?"

"I'm an author, Bella. I thought you knew that." To my surprise, Edward was shocked by the fact that I had no clue what he was talking about. "I wrote a pretty big bestseller. It was called 'Starlight.' I'm not trying to brag or anything, but it's a kind of a huge hit."

I shrugged. "Never heard of it. Oh, and you are sounding pretty boastful," I pointed out. He looked at me like I was crazy, but I was telling the truth; I didn't know the book even existed.

"Wow. Every girl I have ever met has heard of my book. It's sort of annoying."

"Still sounding kinda cocky." I thought long and hard. "No. I'm pretty sure that you're book and I have never crossed paths. Oh, well." I went to sit back at my desk.

"Wait. Wait. You're serious?" Edward ran his hands through his hair. "Wow. That's…That's, uh, refreshing."

"Yeah. I'm sure it is." I picked up my pencil and wrote Edward Cullen: Starlight to remember to look up the book. "So, what's this book about then?"

He flashed me a crooked grin. "Vampires."

"Hmm…Vampires. Sounds very interesting. What happens?"

Still beaming, he said, "Now, that, Miss Swan, is something you'll have to figure out on your own. I refuse to give away anything."

"Come on." I batted my eyelashes, which was probably a lot less seductive than I thought it was. "Please?"

He rapidly shook his head. "Uh-uh. Not doing it. I won't give in to your wily ways, Bella. It won't work."

I grinned back at him. "Dang it. I thought it was really gonna work. Guess I'm gonna have to work on that, huh?"

Once again, he shook his head, though slower this time. "No. No, you don't need to practice. If I was just a tiny bit weaker, it would have definitely worked. And I must admit, I'm pretty strong. So anyone would have given in. Definitely."

I could only laugh at his statement. "Well, in that case, I'm honored." This whole situation was odd. Why was some big time author flirting with me? I looked at my watch and realized that I better start working or I would get fired. I turned away from him and started looking through my list of things that needed to be done. "Edward, when did you say you had a meeting with Mike?"

He seemed to be deep in thought when I asked him this question so he didn't answer. I looked through the appointments' list on the computer. I scrolled down and saw his name along with the time: a quarter after nine o'clock. I looked at the computer's clock and saw that it would be about another twenty minutes before his meeting.

Edward sat on a chair in the waiting area and fiddled with a magazine. It appeared that he wasn't the type of person who would like going to book signings but maybe that was just my imagination.

In a matter of minutes, people were flooding the waiting area. They were around my desk, asking about their appointments. The large crowd was barely contained in the seats. One more person and someone would have to stand the whole time.

When the time for Edward's meeting came, one of the workers in the back, Victoria, came out front. "Bella," she said in her soprano voice. "You can send Mr. Cullen back now." She disappeared behind the door.

I did as I was told and got Edward. As he went to open the door, he looked at me and said, "Wish me good luck in there."

Not really knowing what he meant, I said, "Good luck," and sat back down in my chair.

Time flew by and many other people had been sent back for their meetings with our other agents. There was no sign of Edward. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, he came out, Victoria right behind him.

"Mr. Cullen, we are looking forward to working with you. Newton's Talents will be able to cater to your needs perfectly." There was a double meaning to her words.

Edward wasn't paying her any attention. He was staring directly at me. Once Victoria noticed this, she ushered him away. I didn't see him after that. She had sent him out the door. The day went on, as boring as can be.


I arrived at my apartment that evening to see that Lily had completely worn Alice out. The latter was lying on my couch with Lily sitting on the floor, eating her Jell-O.

I suppressed my laughter as I took in the scene before me. I walked closer to the two and Lil spotted me.

"Mommy!" she screeched, waking Alice up. She stared at me and I stared right back.

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"That kid can play hard," she said, exhausted. "I have never been so tired in my entire life."

"Poor Alice," I said, trying to be sympathetic. Another question was knocking at the surface. "Hey, have you ever heard of the book, 'Starlight'?"

"By Edward Cullen? Of course I've heard of it! Bells, I own it." Her face took on a puzzled look. "Why do you want to know?"

"I'll tell you later," I answered. Lily was walking over, Jell-O still in hand. She stared at me with her big, brown eyes.

"I missed you, Mommy," she said and gave me a hug. "But me and Aunt Alice had tons of fun. We played with dolls and watched a lot of T.V. She even let me jump on the couch and bed. And I told her, 'But Mommy doesn't let me do that.' And she just said that whatever you didn't know wouldn't hurt you."

Through gritted teeth, Alice said, "Which is why you weren't supposed to tell her, Lil."

In mock anger, I looked at Alice. "How could you disobey me? I thought we were best friends and then you go and do something like this. How could you?"

Lily didn't comprehend that I was joking. "Mommy, it wasn't her fault. She just wanted to have fun."

"Yeah, Bella," Alice said, playing along. "You know what Cyndi Lauper says. 'Girls just wanna have fun'."

"I love how some '80's singer becomes the voice of reason," I teased. Now, I had to ease Lil's worries of me being mad at Alice. "And Lily, I was only kidding. I can never get angry at Alice."

Lily, then, left the room with a smile on her face. Alice, who was sitting on the couch, patted the seat next to her. "Talk. Why are you curious about Cullen?"

"Well… I kind of met him today."

Alice squealed so loud I had to cover my ears. "What!?"

"Jeez, Alice. Calm down." I paused for a moment. "I met him today at work. He had an appointment." I deliberately did not mention the strange flirting that happened.

"Oh, my God! Bella, do you know, he's, like, my favorite author. His book is so good," Alice gushed. "Not to mention, he's beyond hot."

Of course, I had noticed this already. I just shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

"Bella, he's gorgeous. You are allowed to admit this." She couldn't contain her giggles. "I can't believe you met him. Was he nice? What was he like?"

Not wanting to give too much away, I said, "Eh, he's okay."

"That's it?" Alice said, not satisfied. "He's okay? Was he nice to you or not?" Before I could answer, she said something else. "All right, whatever. He's beautiful. That's good enough for me." She sighed, completely content. "Hold on. You had never heard of his book, right? Well, you need to read it. I'm gonna go get it. It's in my bag. I'll be right back."

I was going to tell her not to bother, but she was already gone. When she came back, her gigantic handbag was on her shoulder. She was rummaging through it as she took her seat next to me.

"It's in here somewhere," she muttered. A wallet, and iPod, and a cell phone were thrown on the floor as she looked in her bag. "A-ha! Found it." She pulled the book out and handed it to me. "Here you go."

I looked at the book. The cover showed a shot glass full of a red liquid. Blood. This was about vampires, after all. There was a sticker on it: Soon to be a major motion picture.

Alice noticed what I was looking at. "Yeah, a movie's coming out in a few months. But the movie's not gonna be half as good as the book. That's what always happens."

"Are you going to see it?" I asked. She seemed dead set against it.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I gotta show my support for the books."

"Is there more than one?" I questioned. I had noticed that she said books as in more than one.

"Uh-huh. There are three of them. He's going to be coming out with another one in the next couple months, I think. Sometime before the movie comes out." She stared at me with a very excited look on her face. "Hey, maybe you could come see the movie with me? I was planning on going with Rosalie, but she's been acting weird lately."

I tried not to groan. Rosalie Hale. She had never really liked me. I made an attempt to be nice to her, but she just never cooperated. She couldn't deal with the fact that Alice always liked me more. "Maybe," I said, answering Alice's question. "What's wrong with Rosalie?"

"She just started dating this guy, Emmett. She's completely obsessed with him," she complained. "It's getting pretty annoying. It's all 'Emmett this' and 'Emmett that'."

Alice was resentful. She didn't have a boyfriend, but she was hopelessly in love with Jasper, Rosalie's older brother. She didn't think he returned the same feelings though.

"Tell me the date, and I'll clear my plans to go see the movie with you, Ali." I didn't want her to go to a movie with someone she wasn't getting along with. Moreover, I didn't want her to be stuck in the theater, surrounded by people she didn't know.

"Oh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said. She hugged me tightly. "All you have to do is finish the book and then it'll be perfect. I think it's weird to go see the movie if you haven't read the book." She looked over at the digital clock on the T.V. stand. "I got to go now, Bella. Where's Lily? I need to tell her good-night."

Lil must have heard her because she came running out right after Alice finished her sentence. "Alice! Why can't you stay?"

"'Cause I need to go home. My parents might worry if I'm not home soon. Don't worry; I'll see you tomorrow."

"'Kay," Lily said. "See you soon."

After saying her good-byes, Alice picked up her bag and coat and walked out the door.

Lily and I had some mother and daughter time, but all she did was talk about what Alice had let her do while I was at work.

Her bedtime came and I had a night to myself. A night of peace and quiet. I went into my bedroom and looked at the book that Alice had given me. It sounded intriguing. I wasn't usually into all of the vampire stuff but I figured I'd give Edward's book a shot.

I opened it up and let the words sink into my head. The story sucked me in from the first page. So interesting. The danger, the love. It was captivating. I couldn't sleep. When I tried to all I could think about was what was going on in the lives of the main characters, Amelia and Anthony. A mere mortal girl deeply in love with a vampire.

I didn't go to bed that night. I read the whole way through the book.

So what did you think of the first chapter? You're probably sitting there, wondering, "What in the world has this girl just done? She has completely butchered everything about Twilight." Well, if I did, that was not my intention, but you can tell me if that's what you think. Or if you, by some miracle, actually liked this, I would appreciate it if you told me that, also. So thanks for reading! If someone likes it, there may be more to come. :)