Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I just like to fuck with the characters.

Full Summary: Shortly after her father's untimely death, Bella finds her boyfriend in bed with her best friend. At the start of her senior year the new boy in town catches her eye. Will a relationship blossom or is she too heartbroken to trust again?

Chapter One

I pulled my old beat up Chevy into the Spoons Ink parking lot along side my friend, mentor, and boss's Jeep. I met Emmett Cullen the afternoon I got my first tattoo - a beautiful swan on the back of my neck. I loved Emmett's work so much I eventually started coming back for more tattoos. I got my second one exactly six months after I met him. Finally he offered me a job to work as the front counter girl, and I've been here ever since.

I tried not to think of what today was. But it couldn't be avoided. I knew them too well. They would ignore my wishes and get me a birthday present, even though for the past three and a half months I told them not to.

I pulled the keys from the ignition, opening the door, and stepping out into the frigid air. It was mid September and still autumn but even the summers in Forks, Washington were freezing. Just above fifty degrees. I had lived in Forks my whole life, so you'd think I'd be used to the horrid weather by now.

I'm not.

It wasn't so much that I hated my birthday, what I really hated was the unnecessary attention. The gifts, the loud cheers of "happy birthday" and the parties, I hated all of it. A birthday was just another day in the year to me, I didn't need nor want any special attention for it.

I reached into my bag pulling out a pack of Newport 100's. Sliding a cigarette from the box, I carefully placed the filter between my lips, brought the lighter to my face and lit it. I sighed deeply, taking a long first drag. I sighed as the gentle smoke filled my lungs, my thoughts drifting.

I shivered, but it wasn't from the cold. It was stupid really; to still love the both of them as if they never betrayed me. It was like they ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it, feeling no remorse. I chuckled darkly, taking another hit from the cigarette. I sounded like a depressed angsty teenager.

It was true though.

Finding your best friend in bed with your boyfriend could cause a little depression, losing the two most important people in your life just after losing your father could cause a little angst. I shook my head to clear it, taking a long drag from my cigarette. I needed to stop thinking about them, I needed to move on with my life; get out of the past. No wishing, crying, or complaining could change what they did to me. I had Emmett now. Along with Renesmee, Embry and my sister. At this point they were the only people I needed.

It was pathetic. After all of this time I still couldn't think either of their names, let alone see them. I missed my best friend, and I missed my boyfriend. Of course I would still be madly in love with him – my first everything. My first kiss. My first boyfriend. My first love. My first. It was only right to still have feelings for him.

Right?

I'm not stupid nor am I oblivious. He has no feelings for me, he hasn't for a while and probably never did. Which made me stupid for still loving him, despite what he did. I was making somewhat of an effort though. I'm trying to squash my feelings for him, I'm trying to stop myself from having butterflies at the thought of him. I try to ignore the way my heart soars when I pass by him in the halls, and I'm trying to not dwell on the fact that it was my best friend who destroyed us.

Sighing deeply, I took one last drag from the cigarette before tossing it to the side, watching it fall directly into the middle of a puddle. I opened the door to the shop, dreading what I had waiting for me inside.

I was attacked with loud cheers of "Happy birthday Bella!" when I pushed open the shop doors. Emmett picked me up and pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

"Emmett. Lungs. Require. Oxygen." I choked out, he laughed as he spun around in a circle.

"I can't believe it. My little girl is finally a grown up." I heard Embry fake sob from somewhere in the room.

Finally Emmett sat me down on my feet, and I sucked in a deep ragged breath. After catching my breath I glared at Embry.

"I'm hardly grown up." I sneered playfully.

"You're eighteen. So you are in fact a grown up." He replied, a smile in his voice. I shook my head and laughed. Embry was more than good looking, I couldn't deny it. He had long dark hair that sometimes got in the way of his eyes and an eyebrow piercing, vaguely resembling Vic Fuentes of Pierce The Veil. His eyes were a intense striking shade of blue, and his stark white teeth stuck out against his tan skin.

Emmett was also very good looking, he had colorful tattoo sleeves on both arms and a ring in his lip. His curly dark hair stuck out in a messy disarray on his head, his dimples showing whenever he smiled. He wasn't too tall but he still managed to tower over me. His bulky muscles always managed to stick out against the fabric of his tight fitting t-shirts.

Renesmee smiled cheekily at me, making her a lot more innocent that she actually is. Everything about her was gorgeous. Even her name. Her hair hung low below her bust line, the color a bright bleach blonde, almost white. The fact that she had no facial piercings made her look innocent. For some reason the black eyeliner around her eyes, and the oceanic blueness of them, gave an innocent vibe about her.

"Happy birthday, Bella baby!" she squealed, running up to me, and pulling me into a tight hug. I winced. She was extremely tiny, barley pushing 5 foot, and probably 120 pounds at the most but don't let that fool you. She was strong, she had a tight grip and a hard punch. I wasn't afraid to admit that she scared the hell out of me.

"You guys better not have gotten me anything!" I threatened.

"Oh shut up! It's your eighteenth birthday. Of course we got you something." Renesmee snapped at me. I rolled my eyes, and let out a quite huff. "Embry hand me her present!" she ordered. I held up my index finger, telling her with my eyes to wait.

"Let me take off my jacket, and shit first." I quickly stripped off my black pea coat, scarf, and beanie hat. Emmett took them from me, and sprinted over to the coat closet to hang them up.

I walked over to the front counter, Renesmee and Embry following right behind me. I took a seat at the stool and forced a smile.

"Okay, I'm ready." I mumbled. Embry laughed at my reluctance of receiving gifts. Embry handed Renesmee a tiny black shopping back. Renesmee smiled, and handed the little plastic bag to me. I smiled gratefully, before opening it. I gasped when I pulled out a Motionless In White band tee signed by no one other than Chris Motionless himself.

"Thanks, Ness! I love it!" I gushed as I held up the shirt. Renesmee skipped around the counter, and I pulled her into a hug.

"Mine next!" Emmett called from the coat room. He jogged up to the front of the shop and grinned at me. He pulled a tiny box from his pocket and handed it to me, a triumphant smile gracing his face.

I sat the shirt on top of the counter and took the box from Emmett. I quickly tore off the wrapping paper and gasped.

"The gauges I wanted!" I squealed. I jumped out of my seat and wrapped my arms around Emmett.

"You're welcome."

I grinned widely and sat the box on the table next to the shirt. Embry smiled and pulled me down the hall to his tattoo/piercing station.

"This is your present from me. Sit." I narrowed my eyes at him and sat down.

"Don't you want your eyebrow done?" He asked at he prepared his station. I smiled widely and nodded my head vigorously. "Hell yes!"

Embry chuckled. "You know the deal. Lean back and close your eyes."

I did as he asked and leaned back. I sighed deeply through my nose and closed my eyes.

"You'll feel a little pinch but that's all." He informed me. I hummed in response. "Okay. On three."

"THREE!" He shouted and pushed the needle through my right eyebrow. After a few seconds, he tapped my shoulder and told me that he was finished. Embry handed me the mirror, and I smiled at my reflection. My eyebrow was a bit swollen, but I knew it would go down in a few hours.

"Thanks Embry." I said sincerely. He nodded and smiled. "No problem, short stuff." I punched him on the shoulder for calling me 'short stuff'. I heard him laughing as I walked back to the front counter.

"Alright mom, I'll ask her. I love you too. Bye." Emmett said, and snapped his phone shut.

"Ask who, what?" I asked him, sitting back down on the stool.

"Mom wants you to sing tonight." He answered nervously. I grimaced. "Em…"

"Bells, please. She really wants you too!" He begged.

"You know I don't like singing in front of big crowds, and today's Saturday. The whole town is bound to be there." I argued.

I loved singing, and I loved playing my guitar, that wasn't the problem. Saturday's were Esme's busiest night. Emmett's mother - Esme owned a small coffee shop, everyone in town goes there to unwind in relax during the week, and on Saturday's most of the town migrates to her shop to watch the string of performances that Esme puts together for the evening. I've performed a few times, but I've never really liked doing it; big crowds intimidated me, I couldn't handle the anxiety of performing most of the time.

"Please Bells!" Emmett whined.

"I'll give you some new ink! For free!" He offered. I pondered that for a few moments. I really did want a new tattoo. I had just drawn up a design last night, that my sister Rosalie inspired, and I was planning on getting it soon to surprise her on her birthday.

"Fine."

"Thank you!" Emmett shouted, and hugged me tightly.

"What are you going to get?" Renesmee asked me. I answered her by pulling my sketch pad out of my bag, and handing it to her.

She whistled. "That's pretty."

I blushed lightly. "Thanks."

She handed the sketch pad over to Emmett. "Wow Bell. It's nice."

I mumbled a 'thank you', averting my eyes. I hated complements.

"Where do you want it?" He asked.

"My foot." I answered automatically. Emmett smirked. He was probably remembering the last tattoo I got. A pixie on my ankle. It hurt like a bitch. My sister wasn't kidding when she said that ankle tattoos are one of the most painful tats a person could get.

"Why do you always get tats in the worst places?" Renesmee asked me, with a smile in her voice. I shrugged my shoulders. "I dunno, I guess because I like pain."

"You masochistic freak." She laughed.

"My first appointment isn't until 11:00 so I have time to start your new ink now." Emmett told me. I smiled. "Kay."

"I'm going to go get a stencil ready. I'll call you back when I'm done."

I nodded slowly, and smiled.

"Are you going to need me to hold your hand again?" Renesmee asked.

"Probably."

"I don't think foot tattoos are that bad. The one on my chest, definitely hurt the worst."

I laughed. "I'm getting a chest tattoo next."

"You are such a little weirdo!" She laughed. I shrugged my shoulders. It's not like I didn't agree with her.

"Rose told me that foot, chest, and ankle tattoos were the worst for her." I said. "In that order."

Renesmee nodded slowly. "So you're getting all three done to see which ones are the worst for you."

I nodded in agreement. "Exactly."

"For me it was, chest, ankle, then foot." She commented.

"Bells, you can come on back now!" Emmett called from his office.

I grabbed Renesemee's hand, pulling her down the hallway to Emmett's station. Once we reached Em's station I took a seat in the chair, waiting for Emmett to show me the stencil. He grinned at me before placing the new stencil in my lap.

"I made a few adjustments. I hope you don't mind." He said, as I picked up the stencil. I nodded. "I probably won't mind. I never do."

Emmett didn't make too many changes to my drawing. The vine on the roses was a bit longer, and the roses were a lot more detailed and defined. Along with the skull. I absolutely adored this drawing. A skull was holding a rose stem with three bloomed rose buds in it's mouth. The first rose is going to be yellow. Yellow because yellow roses represent friendship and joy. Rosalie is my best friend, the one person I can trust through anything. The second rose is going to be orange. Orange to represent Rosalie's blazing energy, desire and enthusiasm. And lastly the third rose will be pink, for Rose's grace and elegance. To show my admiration for her.

"It's brilliant. I love it."

Emmett smiled at me. He took the stencil from my hand. I slid off my Toms and stretched my left leg out. He sat down and put some gloves on.

"Having Nessie hold your hand again." He chuckled as he cleaned my foot. I sat up, and reached forward, but he was to far away, so I couldn't smack the back of his head. But as if she could read my mind, Renesmee clocked him for me. He mumbled and 'ow', and rubbed the back of his head to sooth it.

"Okay, let's get this show on the road." He said quietly to himself. I smiled slightly when the needle touched my skin. The vibration coursing through my body. The pain shooting up through my leg, and spreading like wildfire through out the rest of my body. Renesmee was right when she called me a masochistic freak. I couldn't agree more. I loved the pain, and the feeling of the needle prickling against my skin. Getting inked was the only way I could have that deliciously painful momentarial relief from the bullshit in my life.

I winced when the needle went over a boney part in my foot. I snatched Renesemee's hand, and squeezed it tightly. Emmett chuckled.

"Fuck you." I mumbled laughing. Thirty minutes later Emmett finished the outline.

"What do ya think?" He asked and wiped away some pooling ink. I held my foot in the air as if I was trying on a new pair of shoes.

"It's fucking amazing!" I said, smiling widely.

"What colors do you want the roses to be?" He asked.

"Yellow, orange, and pink." I told him.

"You take a break while I get the color ready."

I nodded and turned to Renesmee. "How was it?" She asked.

"Not too bad. My ankle was definitely way worse."

I jumped when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out, sliding it open so I could access the full keyboard.

One New Message: Rosalie

I quickly opened the text and smiled.

Yo, birthday girl. Just picked up your favorite! Jack Daniels! Just me and you tonight?

-R

I quickly typed my reply.

Em is making me sing at Esme's tonight. Maybe after?

I got a reply almost instantly.

Deff after. See you when you get off work.

I typed a reply and shoved my phone back in my pocket.

"Who was that?" Renesmee asked.

"Rose, she got some Jack."

Renesmee grinned. "Don't get too drunk."

I shrugged. "You know that I can hold my liquor."

"Right" she laughed.

"Screw you."

"New years last year? Remember?" She laughed. "I'm not drunk!" She quoted me.

"I wasn't." I snapped at her.

"You were wasted off your ass."

"Whatever, no I wasn't."

"I've seen the video Bella. You were totally gone." Emmett commented, as he set up the color for the tattoo.

"You know what? Fuck you both."

Renesmee and Emmett laughed a bellowing laugh.

"Okay Bells, the color is ready." Emmett told me a slight chuckle in his voice. I flipped him the bird as I made my way over to the seat.

I plopped down in the seat and smiled widely when Emmett turned the needle on. I sighed deeply as the needle hit my skin, the pain vibrating through my body. After an hour Em eventually finished the tattoo. He applied some baby oil on my foot and briefly went over the aftercare.

The rest of the day passed by quicker than I wanted. I was dreading my performance tonight, but I wanted to make Esme happy. The free tattoo was also a plus, I couldn't say no to an opritunity to get new ink. Embry wanted me to perform one of my original songs, I didn't know how I felt about that. I wasn't big on sharing my music with people. However, much to Embry's pleasure, I was considering making an exception for tonight.