Author's Note: So I've never done anything like this. I make up bedtime stories for the kids that I nanny; I'm not a writer. But I thought I'd give this a shot. That being said, I'd love some reviews (whether you're nice or not, a review is a review). I do not own Twilight. In fact, I'm not really a Twilight fan, hence the AU in the story. Sidebar: I'm not going to do the rest of Twilight, I just wanted to include this.

Preface... I guess

"Annie!" A fist pounded on her door. I groaned and rolled over, burying my head under the pillows. "Annie, you need to wake up. Your sister is going to be here soon. I'm going to take you down to his house to pick up her truck!" He pounded again. "I'm opening the door!"

I still couldn't bring herself to move. Not even when I felt Jake's string bean body land atop mine could I manage to care.. "Annie, come on. When was the last time you, me, and Bella all hung out together?"

I groaned and turned myself so that I was facing Jake. "You and I were five, Bella was like seven. And you haven't stopped talking about your crush on her since," she laughed. Jake flipped around, bouncing the bed obnoxiously and kissed my forehead.

"I know you're not happy about Bella coming to live here Annie, but you need to get over it. She's pretty much here, Annie. Come on. Let's head to the Rez and you and I can get the truck. You can hang out with me this weekend. Let's get."

"Ryanne Lee, you better be awake!" Dad called from the staircase. "I'm heading out to get your sister!"

"I'm up, Dad! Jake and I are heading to the Rez. I'll be back before you get home," I called through the door. I shoved against Jake's chest, pushing him off the bed.. "Let's go," she murmured. Jake smiled that wide smile that I loved so much. Of course, I'd never tell him that. We walked out to his dad's truck in a comfortable silence, listening to the sounds of the forest around us.

"After you, milady," Jake said in what was by far the worst accent I had ever heard. The passenger door had been broken for so long, I wasn't even a thought anymore. Well, the memories were still there, but dredging them up was painful- for all of us. I punched Jake in the shoulder as I pushed myself into the truck. "You know I prefer you over your sister," Jake said after we had been driving quietly.

I knew he meant my company. I was always the fun sister. But the fact of the matter was that Jake had always had a little thing for Isabella Swan. I teased him about it, pretending it didn't hurt that even my best friend liked my sister more. But, you know, I'm not bitter. I slid closer to him once we were in the car, scratching the back of his neck in the way that I knew that he loved.

Billy met us in the doorway of his house. "Ryanne Lee!" he said as I got out of the car. I walked over, pressing a kiss to the man who I considered a second father. "Are you staying for breakfast?" he asked, returning the kiss.

"Unfortunately, the sister is coming in today and my father would like me to be there for the homecoming," I replied, distaste evident in my tone.

"Down, Annie," Jake laughed behind me. I followed him into his room, picking up his dirty laundry as I went. I picked up a basket from the ground, settling it against my hip as I added laundry. "Here's the keys. Don't push her too hard."

"I helped you with her Jake," I replied, shoving the keys in sweater pocket. "I know how she runs." I brushed passed him and into the washroom, sorting the clothing before starting a load. "I'll see you back at my place," I called. Jake grunted. "Hey Billy, I started another load. I'll be back tonight," I said quietly.

"You are a woman after my own heart," Billy replied. I smiled. "Sarah would've been proud of you," he added. I didn't tear up like I wanted to. I had learned better than that. If I started crying, Jake started thinking about his mother, which got Billy thinking about his wife, which got me feeling guilty. It just ended poorly for all of us.

I leaned over and pressed my lips to his cheek. "I'll be back in a little while," I said. He understood it as a thank you. If I acknowledge everything that happened, thought, I would break down. BIlly knew that; Billy respected that. Jake walked me out to the car, silent as always.

"Drive safe, okay? Text me when you get home. I'm sure Dad and I will be over soon," Jake said. I nodded and pulled open the truck door. "Are you going to tell her how much you had to do with it Grease Monkey?" he teased.

"Nah; Bella was never one for getting her hands dirty," I replied. Jake chuckled. "I'll talk to you soon."

Just as I had promised Dad, I had the truck parked in the driveway before he was home. I opened the door, ignoring the eeriness that came from being home alone. I lobbed my keys onto to the table sitting beside the door and made my way to my favorite spot in the living room. I looked around our very masculine home and couldn't help but wonder what Bella would think.

Our mother was so ridiculously feminine. I guess I should probably explain. Bella and mine's parents got divorced when we were young. In fact, I was only a baby. I don't really know if they gave Bella a choice or if they came up with the idea on their own, but it doesn't really matter. My parents decided to pull some Parent Trap kind of game. Bella lives with our mother, visiting her father in the summer and vise versa. Sounds fine, right? Well there's one major flaw: I don't know my sister... at all. Bella and I barely know what to say to each other, let alone how to live together.

My mom remarried and I went to the wedding. Phil wasn't really all that bad. He clearly did not understand the job of a stepfather, though. Whenever I asked him for anything, he said that he would ask my mom and get back to me. It was infuriating. One of the upsides to living with my dad was my attitude. I kind of made up for his- let's just call it awkwardness. I wasn't really all that girly. As Jake had once said, I was more comfortable in the garage than in the mall.

It was going to be interesting for Bella. My dad really liked his decorating style. He enjoyed his antler end tables. Granted, I can't say anything; I liked them too. Our carpet probably needed to be shampooed, but neither one of us was going to do that any time soon. We were an interesting pair. See, I don't really care what the bedrooms or living room look like, but I was anal about our kitchen and single bathroom. My dad cared about the entry and the living room because that's where he spent most of his time.

My phone buzzed, alerting me to a message. Hey Rye, Bella and I are going to get dinner at the dinner. Be home soon. -Dad. I don't know if he was unaware of caller-ID, but my father always signed off his texts. I meandered into the kitchen in search of food. If Dad wasn't home, I normally cooked for Billy and Jake. And if Dad was home, we usually went to Billy's for dinner. So I wasn't really sure what was in our home.

It wasn't long after my Pizza Pockets were ready that I heard the cruiser pull up in the driveway. I dusted my fingers off on my jeans, a nervous habit, and pushed my feet to the door. Bella was staring at the truck in awe. Well, at least she liked the car. "We figured you needed something you could roll over and not break," I said. Dad laughed.

Bella finally noticed me. She was never really mean to me, but we were night and day in personality. Maybe that's why our parents split us up at such a young age. She didn't glare at me, but you could easily see that she wasn't overjoyed that I was there. Where did she think I was going to go? This was my home and as far as she was concerned, she was a guest that would eventually leave. I loved Forks. I loved the rain and ocean and the trees and the forests. I loved it here and I had no desire to leave.

"Still making jokes, huh Ryanne?" she retorted. Because, you know, that really stung.

"Still boring corpses Bella?" I replied with a sickly sweet smile on my face.

"Down, Annie." I heard the voice before I saw him rounding the corner pushing his dad. "Your sister just got here," he added. I rolled my eyes at him and took Billy from him."You know, if you're not careful, your eyes will get stuck that way."

"You know, if you're not careful, my foot might get stuck up your-"

"Ryanne!" Dad reprimanded. Jake grinned, knowing what I was about to say.

"Sorry Dad," I said.I pushed Billy up into the house.

"Thanks, Charlie. This is great," Bella said. Charlie? Seriously? You're going to call our father Charlie? Does he not deserve your respect?

We sat in the living room, my legs stretched out across Jake's lap as I absentmindedly scratched his back. He'd flex his muscles and move, only pulling away when something happened in the game. Bella looked, and probably felt, completely out of place. She didn't belong with us.

If I had known that our world was going to change as much as it would, I probably would've been nicer to my sister. If I had known who she was going to get herself involved with, maybe I would've put in more effort to include her. But I didn't. And now, I had to live with the consequences.