Hello. This is a story that I came up with and wanted to write it. But PLEASE KNOW that the first 10 chapters or so will just be Edward and Bella romance and stuff; she won't figure out Edward's hiding a secret until a little later. This is just so I can make the story a bit longer. =] Thank you for choosing to read this story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters. I don't want you to believe so, in order to save some trouble for people. Namely, me.

Chapter 1

It was about twelve o'clock at night, or should I say morning?-- but here I was still sitting on the couch of my loft that I shared with Rosalie and Alice, my two best friends. I felt like some over protective parent, because I was sitting there, waiting for them to come back from their dates. They left at about the same time to go out with these arrogant pretty-boys. They had tried to set me up on a date, but I said no. I didn't know how many times they forced me into blind dates, but I put my foot down. They were always these ass heads that always expected me to pay for my part of the date, like the food I ordered. It was so annoying. Alice and Rose had tried to set me up with the one of the guys' friends, but I said no. So now here I was, sitting here, watching the movie Halloween, the one with Micheal Meyers, on our big, flat screen tv.

I didn't know why I watched these movies, but I had a strange addiction to horror movies. Every time it was close to Halloween, October 31, (which was 2 weeks away from now), I always watched these movies. Sometimes I would watch Scream, but I liked Halloween much better. It was way more creepy. But now I would have to pay the price.

All of the lights were off, and I sat in my pajama's and a blanket around me, with popcorn. I kept my eyes glues to the screen and stuffed my face with popcorn. It was at the part where Mike finds her in the closet and was hacking it open. I leaned forward and said "Come on! Don't just sit there!". I tended to talk to the characters in movies. It was a weird habit of mine.

This was the exact kind of night where I should not be watching this junk, because it was pouring buckets outside, and the thunder was really loud. I was pretty sure that the only source of light that was coming from the house was the tv.

Just then, the thunder made a big BANG sound, and all the lights went out. I jumped up and let out a yelp. I looked around and saw that everything was completely dark. I gathered my blankets around me and picked up my popcorn bowl to bring it around with me. I would have to go to the cellar and turn on the back up light; Alice and Rosalie taught me how to do that. I crept around the sofa in my pink slippers, long flannel white pajama pants and my pink tank. I popped my head around the corner to see if anyone was there. It was silly; of course no one was there. I was all alone. Or was I...? I shook my head and walked a little faster.

It was really hard to see in the dark, but I knew this complex through and through. Alice, Rosalie and I have lived in this place ever since we had finished college. When we met in California, we became best friends instantly. Rosalie Hale, Alice Brandon, and Isabella Swan, the three best friends. (Although I only liked to be called Bella.) People knew that we were inseparable. Most of the time, though, the boys would drool over Rosalie and Alice. Of course, they were absolutely beautiful. They were both pale and gorgeous. Alice was short and had glossy short black hair that was always spiked, and was thin to the extreme. She was me and Rose's little beautiful pixie. Rosalie was tall and slender, and had long, wavy, golden locks that had me writhing with jealousy. They were both so beautiful. I was nothing compared to them. Just plain Jane. I had long chocolate brown hair with chocolate brown as, also pale, whereas Alice had pretty hazel eyes, and Rosalie had superior looking clear blue eyes. Both so beautiful. Everything about them was perfect. I was just 5'4, self conscious, and clumsy. I never cared so much about what other people thought about me, but I still did care some. Who doesn't? We had moved back here in Forks, Washington, because Alice missed her home. Rosalie and I weren't very happy about it because we loved the sun, and it rained 24/7 over here, but she gave us the puppy dog face. Lord knows that we couldn't resist that.

You wouldn't believe how long it took to find a place to live. Alice, who was addicted to shopping, wouldn't settle for something that was just good. She wanted a home that represented amazing. When we found this loft, Alice looked around it and asked us our opinion (which she wouldn't care if we didn't like it, though) and bought it. Alice and Rosalie had both come from wealthy family's, so they paid for it. They ignored my protests about it not being fair that I couldn't pay anything. But if I was being honest with myself, I would never afford anything like this.

As I was walking, I stubbed my two and about cracked my head on the wall. I spilled some popcorn and bent down to pick the pieces up, but froze when I thought I heard a sound. I was all the way in the back of our huge loft, so a person could hide anywhere.

"Hello?" I called out tentatively. Another sound. It was a banging sound, very light. But it was definitely something. And this was why I shouldn't watch scary movies alone.

I walked through the hallway to the bathroom, down the step that lead to the rooms, and turned into our study. It had all the our laptops and all the essential research things. Books and all that. I went through the back door of that and walk slowly to the kitchen.

"Is anyone there?" I called out again. My voice was a hushed whisper. There was light knock on the door and loud foot steps outside. It was raining pretty hard so I had to strain my ears. I walked back into the living room slowly and watched the door. I put a piece of popcorn in my mouth. (A/N I just had to do that! ha ha) With the bright lightning outside, I could see shadows at the bottom of the door. I braced myself, and just then, the door flew open.

"Ugh! The worst date ever! I didn't even get offered an umbrella!" a voice yelled, aggravated. I screamed so loud, that I was surprised it came from my own throat. The popcorn bowl flew out of my hands and into the air, which showered me with popcorn.

"Bella. Bella! Are you ok?" Rosalie's voice said, and walked over to me. She put and arm around me (which was sopping, I noted) and shushed me.

"Yeesh, Bella! You really screamed," Rosalie said. I put a hand on my racing heart and took calming breaths.

"Sorry. I was watching Halloween, and then the lights went out, and I thought I heard something, so..." I tried to explain. Rosalie sighed and took my hand, to lead me down to the cellar. She was so brave; she didn't even pause to look around the corners to see if anyone was there. But then again, she wasn't being paranoid after watching one of the scariest shows ever made. (A/N that's my opinion, very scary...) She opened the door to the cellar and pulled me down the stairs with her. She walked over to the power box and pulled up a lever. I stared at her in awe. I loved how she was so brave. That was another thing I was jealous about. Suddenly, I heard the tv come back on. The main character was screaming loud. I hadn't realized how loud I had the tv on. She raised her eyebrows at me.

"Come on," she said and led me back over to the living room. She turned on the lights and flipped off the tv. She turned to look at me.

"Sit," she ordered. I obeyed; when she told you to do something, you do it. "What did Alice and I say about watching scary movies?"

"Uhhmm..." I was at a loss to say for words. I had forgotten that they had told me to not watch scary movies anymore. I forgot why, though...

"Bella, do you remember what happened last time?" she asked slowly. I shook my head. "Alice and I were on a date, around this time last year, and you watched a scary movie. A raccoon was digging around in the bushes, and you thought it was a murderer. You called the cops, which caused a lot of disturbance. You remember?" she told me. I nodded, remembering. Now that I thought about it, it was sort of funny. I got the phone and screamed really loud, locking all of the doors. I called the police, saying it was an emergency, that there was a murderer. That was when I watched Scream. That was such a crazy night. The cops came rushing over and got out their guns out, called Alice and Rosalie, and by the time they came, they looked in the bushes where I told them that I heard something, and found a raccoon. The police were pretty pissed. Alice and Rosalie and thrown away every scary movie we owned, but didn't remember we had cable.

"Yes," I said sheepishly, blushing. The door burst in, and Alice walked in, soaking wet, just like Rosalie. Her expression was murderous. Now I was a bit afraid of what she would do when Rosalie told her.

"Ugh! I am so mad! If I ever have to face on of those idiot men again... I swear..." Alice said angrily.

"Oh! So the same thing happened to you?" Rosalie asked, distracted. Even though they were both wet, they both looked so pretty. I narrowed my eyes; I was sure I would look like a drowned cat if that happened to me.

"Yes! It was so annoying. He just said--" Alice was saying, but Rosalie cut her off.

"We'll talk about that later. But Bella, over hear, has been watching scary movies again," she said and pointed a finger at me. I cringed into the couch, as if I had been stabbed by that finger. Alice pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips.

"You have? Did you not listen to us last year?" Alice asked, mad. Did they have to keep mentioning that? That was so embarrassing.

"Yes, I did," I snapped. "I was just bored and forgot. Yeesh, it's not like I called the cops again. I just screamed when Rosalie walked in, that's all,"

"Well, we all know how you always think that movies are real, that Micheal Meyers is around the corner waiting to kill you with a bloody knife," Alice snapped back.

"I do not!" I protested. They both raised an eyebrow. I sighed. "Fine, but I don't think it's real. I'm just paranoid. Because it is true that someone could be waiting for you around the corner, to kill you, so it just opens my eyes a little,"

They rolled their eyes. "No more, Bella." Alice said sternly. Rosalie and her stalked off to their rooms, their high heels clickity-clacking on the wooden floor. I listened until their footsteps faded up the stairs. It was always a big deal if I watched a scary movie, because, truth be told, I sort of did think it was real. They just didn't like it when I was scared. But I pushed aside the stupid move thoughts, and thought about what kind of boy had the nerve to make Alice and Rosalie mad. I mean, they usually tried to make them happy; give them whatever they liked. But... hmm.. I would have to find out.

Alice and Rosalie walked in the room with their night shorts and tanks, with blankets of their own. Alice paused by the popcorn on the floor.

"We are going to have to clean that up later. Mice and bugs will come, and I can't stand them," Alice said. She sat on my right, while Rosalie sat on my left. We cuddled in our blankets and leaned into each other.

"So do you want to tell me what happened?" I asked curiously. Alice's head was on my lap, (I was stroking her hair) and Rose had her head leaned on my shoulder, breathing on my neck. They usually had to comfort me when I was self conscious, but times like these, they needed me. They weren't used to boys treating them badly, I was sure. So that's where my comforting came in.

"My stupid date was awful to me," Alice whined. I patted her head.

"What happened?"

"Well, he seemed really nice and took me out to dinner. But guess where he took me? To Cici's Pizza! It was really dumb. When the person asked for the money, he said, 'You need to pitch in 10 dollars, ok?'. So I'm glad I always bring money on dates. He found us a table and told me to get him 5 pizza's, while he got the drinks. What a pig! How he has the nerve to tell me to do that... So I got him some pizza's, and let me tell you, the pizza's looked nasty, and watched him eat it.

"He didn't even get me a drink! I got up and got a salad and water, and watched him. He didn't say anything but pig out. When he looked up, he said 'Aren't you hungry?' and I said, 'Why? Are you going to get me something?'. He just shrugged and said, 'It just looks like you need some food in you'. How dare he!" she wailed. Alice was not at all too skinny. She wasn't even flat chested. "Then all he did was talk about himself and how perfect he was, with his mouth full! I got all dressed up for that. So when he finished his plate, he didn't care if he offended me and asked me if I would get him another plate! I just stood up and left. So I walked home, in my stinking heals. My clothes are officially ruined!" she leaned onto my lap and screamed. It was a frustrated scream, because I knew how she loved her clothes.

"That stupid jerk. Almost the same thing with me," Rosalie said, hiding her face in the crook of my neck. "He took me to a movie, but wouldn't stop texting his stupid friends. You know my certain... charm I like to work on people when they are being asses?" she asked. Alice and I nodded. We knew; she would put on her sexiest smile and lean into a guy and whisper seductively in his ear. It always worked. "He still ignored me! So when the movie was over, I tried to talk to him about it. He didn't even say anything except 'Uh-huh' and didn't look at me. So I tested him to see if he was paying attention to me and started to flirt with another guy. When I did, he was all territorial. So when the guy left, he went back to texting.

"I just stared at him until he looked at me. He didn't. He took me to dinner, but talked on the phone the whole time. He made me pay for my half, and drove me home. When we got here, though, he dropped me off at the far end of the drive way," she said. Our drive way seemed to go on for miles, but it wasn't, so that was bad that he dropped her off that far. "And to top it all off, he didn't offer me an umbrella or to walk me to the door! I tried to say bye, but he drove off as soon as the door was closed! I tried so hard to be nice... he is so lucky I didn't punch him right then," she finished. I was actually surprised myself that she was so nice like that. She was never one to whine; she demanded attention. And when someone did not give that to her, she would put up a fit.

"Why didn't you be rude? It's not like you to let a man be like that with you," I said.

"Because I thought that he might actually finish his crap sooner or later and talk to me, and I didn't want to scare him off," she said.

"Isn't that so like men, though?" Alice said. "They act so charming when you first meet them, but when you actually get to know them, they are such asses! Their true colors show,"

"Yes! Exactly! Why isn't there a decent man out there, anyway?" Rosalie agreed.

"I don't know, but it's like men are the total opposite of what they pretend to be. They are all the same. Most of the time they just want sex," I said. These days, guys were such man-whores.

"They think it's so cool to be a player and whatnot, but its not. Supposedly your cool if you get laid by some whore. Ugh!" Rosalie said. "If only our dream guy would be real..."

"What is your dream guy, anyway, Rose?" I asked her.

She thought for a minute. "Well, he would have to be good-looking first of all. Has to have muscles, because I don't like when they are weaker than I am. He has to be nice and tall, but not as tall as a sky scraper. I want him to have a good sense of humor, and can take a joke easily. He wouldn't be serious all the time, because it's good to have someone fun around. When I want him to be romantic, he will be. If I tell him to do something, he won't always do it, because I don't like pushovers. He would be man enough to stand up to me. If I were to get hurt, he would stick up for me or help me. He wouldn't blow me off for his friends, and listen to me when I need to talk to him. I wouldn't have to fight for his attention, he would listen to me when I need him," Rosalie said. She sighed and her eyes glazed over. "What about you, Alice?"

"I want him taller than me. So if I can't reach something, he could get it for me," she said with a giggle, but then got more serious. "I want his eyes a pretty blue, so I could stare into his eyes and just get lost in them. When I need a hug, he will give it to me. When I am down, he will be sensitive enough to help me through bad times when you girls aren't there. His hair would be a honey blond, soft enough that I could run my hands through it. He wouldn't be bulky, but have muscles. I would need someone to carry my shopping bags! When I need a good laugh, he would give it to me. He would appreciate me and everything I do. He wouldn't be afraid to say he loves me in public and kiss me," she sighed dreamily and turned to me. "What about you? What kind of man would be prefect enough for you?"

I thought for a second. I have never thought about that before. I just wished some Fabio would come and sweep me up in his arms and take me off to some beautiful island. "Hmm... his face would be pretty to look at, so he should be handsome. One of us should be looking good out of the both of us. Anyway, he would catch me when I fall, and help me with messes I make with my clumsy-ness. Just like Alice said, he wouldn't be afraid to declare his love to me in front of the whole world. He would wear me on his arm like I was a prize, and not be afraid to show me off to his friends. He would be taller than me, and have green eyes. His body would be nicely built, not too burly, but definitely some muscles. He should find my clumsy-ness endearing, because god knows I don't. He would be charming, and be funny and sweet. He would never get tired of me, and of helping me. He would love me for who I am," I said. That was pretty much how I could sum it up.

"Too bad our descriptions are too much to ask in a guy," Rosalie said with a sad sigh. We lay there cuddled into each other and fantasized about our dream men.

"One of these days, we need to find Mr. Right," Alice said.

"Yeah. Yeah, we should. What an experience that would be," Rosalie said.

"I know. But I don't know... if we tried, we might find at least someone that fits half of our descriptions," I insisted. Alice perked up.

"Yes! I think it should be our goal..." Alice mused. She loved things like this. She was very ambitious.

"Really, Alice. You think it wouldn't be a waste of time?" I asked her uncertainly. The men around here weren't the best ones around.

"Yes, Bella. Don't you get tired of just sitting here, wishing for that perfect man? I think we should do something about it. Because it's not like that man would set out to look for us. We need to do something about it. I refuse to go on anther bogus date; I want love. Not just like, but LOVE. So I declare we find out Mr. Right," Alice said. Rosalie and I thought about this.

"Ok," we agreed at the same time. Alice sighed happily and settled her head back on my lap. The lights were already off, so we just sat there: me lounging on the sofa with Rosalie curled up into my side with her head in the crook of my neck, and Alice's head on my lap. It made me feel good that I could comfort them like this.

So we just lay there, drifting to sleep with thoughts about our perfect men.

There it is. I had so much fun writing this. Please review; it motivates me. I would like to thank LivForLove because she inspired me, and I hope she likes this story better than the other one! Just so you know, I will be working on this one more than the other one, unless you want otherwise. Review now, I'll update as soon as I can!

You know I love you,

Lucy