A.N: So this is just another random fanfic I decided to write, obviously. But for this, I have no idea what in the world will happen, and don't really care whether or not people hate it. It's here because I had nothing else to do but talk to a wall, and I am not gonna do that.

Blinding

Until Tomorrow by Paramore

The music beat its rythym straight through the bones; the lights flashed and gave the viewer distorted images of the dancers; and the air was nearly steaming with the combined heat of so many people. Waves whispered softly against the cool rocks below the raving party on the beach. On the makeshift stage, a rock band was finishing their newest song. The drummer was sweating heavily, the bassist and the guitarist were really getting into it, their long hair pulled down over their faces as their fingers strummed wildly along the strings. The singer, however, outshone them all. He was tall, extremely so but somehow managed to look graceful and masculine while appearing to be completely and totally awkward and gangly at the same time. He wore pants so tight they looked like a second skin, and a deep red shirt that managed to bring out his own red lips and pale complexion. His long chocolate hair was layered just so and framed his face, making his features somehow appear angelic. The thing that caught every girl's attention, though, was his brown eyes. They were warm and innocent even though he had seen so much pain. The song ended, and the band swiftly exited the stage. A few minutes later, another harsher band was up there screaming and wailing.

"Triston, why am I here again?" I complained to my older sibling.

"Because you asked to come. I'm here to see if my band could play. Good publicity." He replied, and quickly found the other members of the band.

"Jase, did you ask?" my twenty year old brother asked like he was a five year old on Christmas morning.

"Yeah, they said as long as we have our own instruments and can get up there quick..." Jase was my older brother too, but instead of a three year gap, there was only a few minutes. Jase and I were fraternal twins in a family of seven. There was our widowed father at 41, Triston who was 20, Emily who turned 18 last month, Jase and I at 17, Joanne who was 5, and Zac who was only seven months old.

"Triston," I whined, "how long are we going to be here? We have to be at that new school tomorrow..."

"What?! I--I can't hear you Beth! Huh, you want us to go play?" he could be so mean sometimes.

"Triston!" I yelled as he wormed his way into the mosh pit, followed by the rest of the band. So there I stood, tired and pissed on the edge of these raging dancers, trying to think of what to do.

"Alright, uh, we're No Hope, and we're gonna be playin' a couple of rockin songs for you." Triston announced from the middle of the stage. I smacked my forehead, he could be stupid sometimes too. When they began to play, the crowd went wild. Somehow I was sucked into the dancing group, and I wanted out! Everywhere I turned, there were couples groping, grinding, and much more. A hand brushed against my thigh, heading somewhere else, and I decided to shimmy my way out. When I was finally spit out, I was on the opposite side from where I'd started, and now closer to the ocean. Well, those dork's will be a while...why not? I made my way down towards the water and then began walking away. Only when I could barely hear the music or see the lights did I stop and sit down on a huge rock at the water's edge. The waves curled up to meet my giant rock, and a cool breeze calmed me down. I sighed and closed my eyes.

"It's nice out here, isn't it?" a beautiful voice asked.

"Yeah. Strobe lights and heavy metal ruin it a bit though." he laughed somewhere behind me. I turned around to see the singer from the other band standing a few feet away with his hands shoved into his pockets and his brown eyes mesmorized me immedately.

"I'm William. Saw you walk off and decided it was a good idea." His lips curved into a gentle smile.

"Mary-Beth." I grinned back and stuck out my hand, which he shook politely.

"That's a beautiful name, how'd you get it?" he came to sit beside me on one of the other huge boulders that decorated the long strech of beach.

"Thanks, my grandma named me that because my parents couldn't figure anything out. Still shocked about twins, I guess." he looked like he was actually paying attention, which was strange because he looked to be as old as Triston, and I hardly passed for a junior.

"Twin? That must have been a nice suprise."

"Not really."

"So, Mary-Beth, what brings you to Forks? It's not necessarily a tourist hotspot." He changed the subject, not put off by my cold response.

"My dad wanted to move," I shrugged, he did it so often that it didn't really bother anyone anymore. "He was driving through on a trip to Seattle, found the town charming, and bought a house." Of course, it wasn't until he had bought the house and rented a moving van did tell us.

"Nice. What school will you be going to?"

"Forks High. It's our- my brother and sister and I- first day tomorrow, but Triston won't take me home. I'm gonna be wiped tomorrow. Just what I need!" the sarcasm leaked through heavily.

"These things hardly ever last very long. Too many kids with school, the crowd starts to disappear and the bands go home."

"But it's past midnight already! I'd walk home, but I don't really know where we live yet."

"Oh." he gazed out at the calm water, giving me a chance to look at him. In the light of the full moon, his skin was paper white, and his lips were a bluish purple. He looked like some kind of exotic model.

"What about you?" he turned to me, and I found myself blushing and looking down. "Your school." I clarified.

"Oh, I go to Forks High too. So, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. How old are you?"

"Seventeen, you?"

"I'll be seventeen tomorrow. So you're a junior?"

"Yup."

"Me too."

"Cool..." I picked at my multi-colored dinosaur tights, and pulled my pink jean skirt down. "You were really good up there." I smiled and looked up to find him watching me.

"Thank you. We're getting ready for prom."

"That must suck, having to preform and not get to dance."

"Not really, I'm not much of a dancer and I always have much more fun on stage instead of watching someone else on it."

"Oh. That's pretty cool, I guess...Uh, is it just me, or did the music stop?"

"You're right, it did. We should go."

When we got to the party site, the crowd was gone besides a few lone people cleaning up and putting things away.

"Beth, where've you been? We've got school tomorrow, you know?" Jase came running up, glaring at me and regarding William suspiciously.

"Jase, this is William. William, this is my twin Jase."

"Nice to meet you man. Listen, I've got to go. Mary-Beth, I'll see you at school." and William disappeared into the shadows, heading towards the cars.

"Come on, Cinderella. We've gotta get to Triston before he leaves us here like he did that time in Flordia. While you're at it, wipe off the drool that's seeping outta your mouth."

"Shut up Jase, it's not like that."

"I saw you goo-goo eying him while he was singing."

"Shut up and get a life." I stormed into the beat up Toyota.

"You are my life, love!" he cried dramatically as he followed me in.

A.N: okay, that's chapter one. well, half of it. it gets much better from what ive written so far. hope you liked it somewhat.

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