A/N: Alright everyone, this is my first ever fanfic and reviews would be greatly appreciated! I must warn you that this chappie is mostly straight from the book as I started off with the scene of them riding to Anne's. Sorry if the story is weird and you don't like it but to be honest I actually dreamed this and felt the need to put it on paper. So here it is! Hope you Like it!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately the only things I own in this world are this plot and the ice cream that I just recently purchased with my own money. I don't even own the clothes I'm wearing because my parents bought 'em. So therefore I must sadly give JP his props.

And now the moment you've all been waiting for! Here's complicated love!(sorry I couldn't think of a better title)

Chappie One.

"Gol, Virginia shore is purty," I said to Gasman, and he grinned.

But it really was. There were many hills of the "gently rolling" type, miles of trees that had been dipped in fiery autumny paint, and swelling waves of green pastures, some even dotted with actual horses. It was gorgeous here.

Anne's huge Suburban held us all, and Fang got to recline most of the way. I kept an eye on him, noticing the way his jaw tightened when we hit bumps, but he didn't complain.

Another fly in the ointment: I was having the same waves of heat and racing heart I'd had last night. My breath came in little pants, and I was so jumpy it felt as if bugs were crawling all over me.

Total had been sitting on my lap, looking out the window, and now he glanced at with his shiny black eyes. Deliberately he got up and picked his way over fang's lap and onto angel's as if to say, If you're going to be that hot than forget it.

"Oh, gosh, look at that," Nudge said, pointing out her window. "That horse is totally white. Like an angel horse. And what are those rolled up straw things?"

"Bales of hay," said Anne from the front seat. "They roll them like that instead of making haystacks."

"It's so pretty here," Nudge went on, practically bouncing in her seat next to Anne. "I like these hills. What's the kind of tree with pointy leaves and all the colors?"

"Maples," Anne said. "They usually have the most color."

"What's your house like?" Nudge asked. "Is it all white with big columns? Like Tara? Did you see that movie?"

"Gone with the Wind," Anne said. "No, I'm afraid my house isn't anything like Tara. It's an old farmhouse. But I do have fifty acres of land around it. Plenty of room for you guys to run around. We're almost there."

Twenty minutes later, Anne pulled into a driveway and clicked an electric gadget. A pair of wrought-iron gates swung open, and she pulled through.

The gates closed behind us, which made my sensors go on precautionary alert.

It took almost a whole minute to get to her house. The driveway was made of crushed shells and wound through beautiful trees arching overhead. Red and yellow leaves fluttered gently down onto the car.

"Well, here we are," she said, pulling around a corner. I hope you like it."

We stared out the car windows. Anne's house looked like a painting. It had river rocks on the bottom part, and clapboards above. Large shrubs circled the yard, and some of them still had faded hydrangea blooms.

"There's a pond out back," Anne said, pulling into a parking space in front of the house. "It's so shallow that it might still be warm enough to swim in, in the afternoons. Here, everyone pile out."

We poured out of the car, glad to be in a wide open space again.

"The air smells different here," said Nudge, wrinkling her nose. "It smells great."

The house stood on the top of a low hill. Sloping away from us were wide lawns and an orchard. The trees were actually covered with apples. Birds twittered and sang. I couldn't hear traffic, or smell road tar, or hear any other people.

Anne calmly walked up to the front door, then stopped and turned to face us. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything. I'll let Amber give you the tour." and with that she left us standing there in amazement as a tall, thin, curvy looking black girl stepped outside immediately taking her place.

'Apparently Anne forgot to tell us we wouldn't be the only house guests,' I thought.

Suddenly the girl's head snapped in my direction and she flashed me a warm smile and a quiet, almost knowing, chuckle. It was as if she had read my mind or something. But that wasn't possible. I mean what were the odds that she too had wings sprouting from her back and strange inhuman powers?

But that smile though. I knew that smile, but from where I couldn't say. We were just as stunned with her as we were with first seeing the house.

What could I say she was beautiful. She had long dark hair that's color was just on the edge of brown but not quite black, it reached about three inches past her lean shoulders, and it curled just at the tips to give her a classic sophisticated look. Her eyes were a deep hazelnut brown with little green tints dotting the outer edge of her pupil and contrasted elegantly with her rich not quite as light as toffee skin tone.

She looked about my age, and like us she was tall and lean, with a nice muscular build that made her look like some sort of athlete. As I trained my eyes on taking in the rest of her features she suddenly burst in to smile again and said her name.

" Hi," she started cheerfully in a voice that sounded comfortingly familiar. " I'm amber. By the looks on your faces I'm guessing Anne didn't tell you about me." She paused long enough for me to nod. " Well just to let you know straight off you don't have to worry about hiding your wings in front of me because I have wings too." She didn't even pause this time to let this new bit of information sink in. " Also I want you to know that, even though I've only been here for a month or two, I can still answer any questions you might have about this place." She stopped, sounding like a tour guide, and looked at us expectantly.

If she was expecting us to walk right up to her and start introducing ourselves she was obviously mistaken, as I we still needed time to process all of this.

The only person who seemed to have taken it all in was Nudge so she stepped up to Amber and held out her hand saying "Hello! My name is Nudge. You're pretty. Did you know that? I like your hair! Is that how it is naturally? Did you dye it? It looks too good to be natural! I'm jealous. I want hair just like yours when I grow up!"

Attempting to end Nudge's seemingly endless flow of questions Amber cut in quickly "It's very nice to meet you Nudge. And yes this is how my hair is naturally so thank you for the compliments."

This response seemed to satisfy Nudge as so she stepped away and stood directly side by side with Amber.

It suddenly hit me where I had seen that smile before. Now as they stood side by side I wondered how I couldn't see it before. They looked and sounded exactly alike. And I was sure I wasn't the only one who noticed as I heard several small gasps from the side of me as they Amber and Nudge both turned to face us.

They were the spitting image of each other.

Amber was the spitting image of Nudge!

A/N: So, so, so?!?!?!?!?!?!

What'd ya think?!?!?!?!?! Good, bad, happy, sad, traumatized for life and now officially need therapy?!? I want to know! So go ahead my peeps. Push the little purple button!

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