AN: SM owns The Twilight Saga.

I'll re-post the chapters I previously had up asap and will post new chapters every Monday along with my other stories.

~The Ghost Writer~

Chapter 1

Day and Night

by

Kid Cudi

Day and night (what, what)
I toss and turn, I keep stressing my mind, mind (what, what)
I look for peace but see I don't attain (what, what)
What I need for keeps this silly game we play, play
Now look at this (what, what)
Madness to magnet keeps attracting me, me (what, what)
I try to run but see I'm not that fast (what, what)
I think I'm first but surely finish last, last

[Chorus:]
Cuz day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He's all alone, some things will never change (never change)
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night (at, at, at night)

Hold the phone (what, what)
The lonely stoner, mr. solo doe low (what, what)
He's on the move can't seem to shake the shade (what, what)
Within his dreams he see's the life he made, made
The pain is deep (what, what)
A silent sleeper you won't hear a peep, peep (what, what)
The girl he wants don't see no one into (what, what)
It seems the feelings that she had are through, through

[Chorus]

Slow moe, (what, what)
When the temple slows up and creates that new, new (what, what)
He seems alive though he is feeling blue (what, what)
The sun is shining man he's super cool, cool
The lonely nights (what, what)
They fade away he slips into his white nights (what, what)
He smokes a clip and then he's on the way (what, what)
To free his mind in search of,
To free his mind in search of,
To free his mind in search of,

[Chorus]

~*~

-Edward-

Do you know what's one of the shittiest things about living in a small town?

The lack of music supplies.

Don't get me wrong, Jane's Music Shop is a great spot...if you play for the high school marching band.

God, I need a fucking car.

No, no, scratch the last part. I have a car. What I need is a cheap mechanic.

I have a classic, a '63 Impala SS convertible. I was lucky enough to find one with all the original parts. It hasn't run for, oh...ten or so years. But the old man I bought it from sold it to me dirt cheap. Why anyone owned a convertible in the Olympic Peninsula was beyond me, but I'm glad he did because this masterpiece of a car was now all mine. And when I make it big, I would take it with me to sunny L.A...with the top down.

That is, if I ever get it to run.

Fucking Jake.

My band mate, Jake, claimed to be a good mechanic. He tinkered with it a bit but when he was done he had blown the head gasket, thrown a rod, and somehow broke the hydraulic pump on the convertible.

Yeah, good mechanic my ass.

Fucking Jake.

What was I talking about? Ah, yes. The lack of music supplies in this shit hole town. I broke two strings on my guitar and I had no extras. We weren't planing on going to Seattle till next month when pops would have another eight hours for vacation to cash in. He would stay home with my mom while we borrowed his car to stock up on supplies.

More music sheets, strings, picks, a small amp and a new hi-hat for Emmett. His was so beat-up that the sound coming off of it couldn't be passed of as fucking music anymore.

Giving up my search for the strings I wanted, I waved goodbye to old lady Jane on my way out. I looked up at the sky and pulled up my hood, it looks like rain...surprise, surprise. I ran across the street to the diner where mom worked, maybe she can sneak a slice of berry cobbler my way.

I walked in and waved at some of the waitress' and Aro, the cook. I spotted mom at the very back of the diner, I smiled at her and sat down in a empty boot next to the window.

"Hi, honey," mom kissed my forehead, "what are you doing here? No class today?"

I've been attending some classes at the local community college just to please pops.

My parents knew music was my passion and plan 'A' to get out of this town and give them the life they deserved. They both had no doubt of my ability to do so but he wants me to have a plan 'B', just in case shit doesn't work out. My pops, Carlisle, is a smart man, always has been. He had plans when he was young to attend medical school and be a doctor. But during his senior year at Forks High, my mom, Esme, got pregnant with me. He wouldn't leave her here in Forks while he was away at UCLA and he couldn't afford for both of them to live out there, so he stayed in Forks...for her and me.

He soon found a job as a janitor at the local hospital and when he had enough money saved he got an apartment and married mom. It wasn't the big wedding she had dreamed about but she always assured me that she had married the man of her dreams.

Still, I knew they both wanted to live a different life. I knew mom wanted to be a architect, she still sketches but it's just for fun now. Being a waitress at the local diner wasn't what she wanted but she never complains about it. And pops, well, he feels guilty. Having his wife work because his job as a janitor wasn't making ends meat anymore was a hit to his pride.

Yeah, he's still a janitor. He may be smart but no one will give a good paying job to someone with no college degree. Hens the pushing for plan 'B.'

Now, I know what you motherfuckers are all thinking: 'Why don't you get a fucking job, Edward?' And, just so you know, I do have one. Though, only part time but it still helps. I work at the grocery store.

I stock shit.

Hey, many famous rock stars worked at grocery stores before they made it big.

Fuck, I can't wait to get out of this town.

I looked up at mom, "Nope, no class today. But I am meeting up with the band and then I have work."

"So, you wont be home in time for dinner?"

I cherish our family dinners, they're gold to me. We always enjoy our conversations and it somehow brings us closer together. All the crap and hardship would just wash away, if just for that hour.

I took her hand in mine, "Probably not, but I'll try."

I knew damn well I would reek of Mary Jane, so I would make sure to come back home after she and pops were sleeping.

She squeezed my hand, "Your plate will be in the oven waiting for you." she sighed and smiled, "So, am I correct to assume that the purpose of your visit is to sweet talk your way into a free slice of berry cobbler?"

I chuckled, she knew me too well, "And to see my beautiful mother."

She raised her eyebrow, "Second to cobbler, my life's story. I'll get you a slice."

She turned for the counter where the deserts were displayed in the three teared carousel. I suddenly felt the ground vibrate. The vibrations grew stronger, soon the salt shaker on the table was moving. A loud roaring noise pulled my attention from the salt shaker. I looked out the window to see not one, not two, not even three, but six huge moving trucks driving up Main Street.

Someones moving to Forks?

Everyone in the diner got up and walked to the window.

"Wow, all those trucks for one family?" asked Aro.

"Not a family," said Jessica, "I heard it was just one couple and they're not even married."

I rolled my eyes, of course the local gossiper would know all the info and start spreading the scandal.

Mom set down my cobbler, "Oh, are they the ones moving into the old Swan house?"

I looked up to my mom, "The Swan house? I didn't know it was on the market. I thought it still belonged to Mr. Swan's ex-wife."

Jessica looked at me, "Oh, it never belonged to Renee. Charlie Swan left it to his daughter, Isabella. She might have sold it, good thing too. It's such a beautiful house to just let it go to waist, it's not like she's ever gonna move here."

I remember my parents talking about the Swan's. Mom said Isabella and I always played together in the park, we were only five. I remember her brown eyes and hair. Her hair was always pulled into pigtails held by blue ribbons.

"Your dad had mentioned something about a construction company from Port Angeles working on the house," said mom, "but this was a few months ago."

Jessica agreed, "Yeah, they were like, updating everything. Oh, and some cleaning crew was up there like, a week ago."

"Well, it's a good thing they have so much stuff," said Aro, "that house is huge."

He was right, the house was huge and beautiful. I always imagined living there. One of my secret wishes was to buy that house after I made it big for my parents.

"Oh. My. God," pointed Jessica, "Look at that."

I turned towards the window just in time to see a sleek, shiny, black limo speed down the road following the trucks.

A fucking limo.

I followed the car with my eyes until it disappeared from view. People that were inside neighboring stores spilled out onto the street gaping at the sight before them.

I shook my head, picked up my fork and dug into my cobbler.

It looks like the good ol' people of Forks just got a shiny new toy to play with.

Have an idea who might be moving to Forks?

In this story, the Cullen house from the books is the Swan house.