Hello! It's been quite a few years since I've written any fanfiction, in fact my old account doesn't even exist anymore. I've been doing some other, original writing, but this plot idea could not get out of my head so I figured I'd give it a go. This is also the first Twilight based fiction I've done, so we'll see how it goes.

For now the story is from Bella's point of view, I currently plan on keeping it that way, but that may change as the story goes on. Also, I have very little knowledge regarding orphans/orphanages/foster care so if I'm completely off base, I apologize.

As always, I don't own the characters, I've just borrowed them for the purposes of this story.

It had been a regular Tuesday afternoon; fairly slow a few people typing away quietly at laptops in the corners. It was unusually warm for an April in Seattle, Angela and I were sipping iced tea, fanning ourselves with extra filters. When I heard the tinkle of the door chime, I slid off my perch on the back counter and straightened my apron before approaching the register.

"What can I get you?" I asked, smiling as I looked up. My breath caught in my throat when I saw our newest customer. I couldn't blink as I took in all his beauty. I can't say for certain, but I wouldn't be surprised if my eyes had been bugging out. He had very light, golden brown hair that stuck out every which way, which somehow worked on him. He had an angular face and his jaw and cheek bones were well defined. His lips were full and soft looking, and his eyes were the greenest I'd even seen.

"Medium hot black coffee, please," his melodious voice responded.

"Hot? Are you sure you don't want iced?" I blurted out, trying to not sound so rude I stuttered out, "I mean, uh, it's really hot out."

Way to sound like an idiot Bella, I mentally cursed myself.

To my surprise he laughed.

"It is hot out isn't it?" He responded. Angela let out a giggle behind me, and I turned my head briefly and shot her daggers with my eyes, "But no, hot coffee for me. I'm not much of a fan of iced coffee. I feel like the flavor is lost, and for some reason it doesn't seem to have as much of an effect on me as I would like it to."

I nodded my head, "Hot coffee it is," I said sliding the cardboard sleeve onto a cup, handing it over to Angela, "A dollar seventy-nine please."

He handed me the money and I put it in the register, handing him his change back, which he promptly put into the tip jar. I couldn't help but notice that he was staring at me, like he was trying to figure me out somehow. When Angela handed him his coffee he nodded his head at us.

"Have a good day ladies," he said with a smile and then he was out the door.

I turned to Angela wide eyed as soon as the door clicked shut, freaking out, but she beat me to it.

"Did you see him checking you out! He couldn't take his eyes off of you!"

"Do I look ok?" I asked, frantically touching my hair, my front, looking myself over, desperately wishing for a mirror, "I don't look like too much a freak do I?"

"No, no you look fine," she said trying to calm me down, "beside you are one lucky girl, he was gorgeous!"

"Uhh I know, did you see his eyes? I've never seen eyes that green before?"

We continued to gush about the guy, which was unusual for us. I think the last time we got this worked up talking about a boy was the day she met her boyfriend, Ben.

"Do you think he'll come in tomorrow?" I asked.

"I dunno, I've never seen him in here before, but maybe. I mean who knows, but I bet he'll be coming in again to see you."

"You really think so?" I blushed, "Maybe I should make myself pretty tomorrow just in case. You know put on some make up."

"Bella, you do not need make-up. You're lucky like that, you've just got naturally beautiful features. Besides, he was definitely interested enough in looking at you just as you are today. You don't need to go overboard to try an impress anyone."

"Thanks Angie," I said softly, tilting my head to the ground, my brown locks brushing my cheeks as they fell, hopefully hiding my embarrassment.

"Oh Bella, you blush at everything," she teased, "It was a good thing he didn't compliment you, your face would have set on fire." I gave her a little playful shove and mumbled a 'shut-up'.

I couldn't really tell you what happened the rest of the evening, it was a pretty typical night and when I got home to my itty bitty studio apartment I flopped down onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. This was one of those nights that I wish I had a mom to talk to. I let out a heavy sigh and rolled over to open up the window. I sat up and gazed out the window to the park across the street. I enjoyed people watching in the evenings, it helped keep my mind distracted from my wandering thoughts of growing up. You see, I grew up basically in an orphanage. I mean, yes of course I had a few foster families here and there, but nothing that stuck. I was a shy child and spent most of my time alone, and I guess most people thought of me as a weird outcast. I always had a lot of resentment towards the people that abandoned me growing up. I believed that they realized I was a freak the second I was born and just abandoned me.

When I was eighteen, I got the information from my file, with the intent to find my parents and figure out what happened. When I looked through it, all that was there was birth certificate that the state had made, and a hand written note about what had happened when I was dropped off. I could tell by the handwriting that Mrs. Masen had been the one to write the note. She had been the closest thing I'd had to a mother while in the orphanage. The note indicated that the woman who had dropped me off appeared to be a nurse, but there had been no indication of what hospital she had even worked at. She had been able to provide information about the date and time of my birth, what size I had been, and even my blood type. She had said my name was Isabella Marie, and Mrs. Masen mentioned that it sounded like she had mumbled something about triplets, but when she had left to go handle a 'crisis down the hall' the mysterious woman was gone. So I was left alone in the world with not even a last name.

When I found out that the file was the least helpful thing in the world when it came to finding my family, I asked Mrs. Masen how I had gotten my last name of Swan, hoping that there had been something else that had been missing from my file. Instead I got a silly story of how she had decided that I had already been named beautiful, that I should have a last name to give me grace as well, and that's how she had picked out Swan. Knowing how clumsy I actually am, we both laughed when she told me this story, but I could tell she was being honest with me. I knew that Mrs. Masen loved me, and that deep down, if she could have, she would have adopted me herself.

Despite all that, even now at twenty-two, I still longed for a family. I felt like something was missing from my life. Ever since I'd read that file, I thought of the fact that I might be a triplet, and I wondered what my siblings were like. How nice it would have been to have brothers to look after me growing up, to have sisters to fight and giggle with. I think that's why I enjoyed taking photos so much. Looking at a picture of a happy scene I was able to make little stories to go along with them of the life I never had.

While I was staring out the window that night, that's exactly what I was doing, making up stories to myself of the sights I saw before me. All the cute couples I saw walking by became me and the green-eyed-guy from earlier in various stages of our relationship. This night, instead of being distant memories from my childhood, all the families I saw became my future. I must have fallen asleep doing this because when I woke up in the morning, I had goose bumps across my arms, and there was a damp spot on my bed from where the rain was coming in from the window. I shut the window and began rubbing my hands up and down my arms to chase away the chill.

So much for the warm weather. I thought to myself as I turned on the shower, slowly peeling off my clothes from the day before to give the water some time to heat up. After my shower I pulled on some jeans, they were worn at the knees, not quite holey, but getting there, and a plain purple tee-shirt. I pull on a grey hoodie to go over it to stay warm, but leaving it unzipped for now. I stayed barefoot, just like every other day, as I went over to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. I hated wearing shoes and always left them off for as long as possible. I preferred to walk on my toes, which was difficult to do with shoes on, so the balls of my feet had developed nice thick skin, which I was oddly quite proud of.

As I munched on my cereal, I got a text from Angela, reminding me not to go overboard and put on loads of make-up. A smile spread across my face as I began thinking about that guy again. It had slipped my mind as I had gone about with my morning routine and I began to hope that he would come into the coffee shop again today.

So, what did you think? I'm accepting of reviews of all shapes and sizes, so please let me know how I'm doing. I have a bit more written, but I'm not going to bother posting until I have some kind of response. Why write if no one is interested right? Thanks for reading!