A/N: So this is my new story. It's a Paul/Bella. Let me know what you think

Bellas POV

Finally. Edward Cullen had finally taken the hint that I was not going to go out with him this Saturday. Yeah sure, I had originally only said I was going in to Port Angles to get away from Mike and his weird obsession, but it turns out that I really did need the day away from here. Forks was such a small place, and nothing ever changed here. Unlike Phoenix. I just needed the day away from everyone here. They were constantly on top of each other and to be honest, it kinda freaked me out.

I mean don't get me wrong, Edward was unusually handsome, looking like he had been sculpted from the Greek Gods themselves, it was just, everything about him made me uncomfortable. He was constantly watching me, which around here isn't unusual. I was new after all, but his stare was predatory. Like he was waiting on me to become unaware of him and slip up. He looked ready to pounce on me, which he did, figuratively, every chance he got. It was disturbing.

I know I shouldn't judge someone before I get to know them, and I had honestly tried not to, but the fact that each and every one of the adopted children look alike, was highly unsettling. I didn't bother me that they were split into couples. They weren't actually related. It wasn't illegal. No, that didn't bother me at all, just the fact that their father figure was a doctor and they all looked alike. That and the fact that Edward had taken, what I would call, an unhealthy interest in me when they were even more reclusive than myself was off-putting.

But alas! One small victory to the out of town-er! I had successfully dodged each and every attempt Edward had made into convincing me to let him accompany me on my trip to Port Angles the upcoming weekend. It had taken almost two weeks, but he had finally gotten the hint when I'd, rather happily, swore at him. He seemed repulsed that such words were coming out of my mouth. That's right, asshole; my vocabulary is a little less than squeaky clean. I usually didn't swear, I didn't really see the point in it. But this once he had pissed me off so much with the incessant attempts at convincing me, I had simply told him to 'fuck off'. I'm not really proud of it, it was completely irrational and impolite, but it got the job done. He left me alone after that.

Angela had laughed for a solid twenty minutes when I had told her about it, causing me to join in and others to look at us like we'd lost it. She had offered, a Hell of a lot more politely might I add, to come with me, as she didn't really want to attend the dance. I had smiled at her and cryptically said that she would change her mind about that very soon. The next day, Ben asked her to the dance, even though it was a girl's pick. I confessed that I'd heard him talking to another student about asking her after gym class, when she questioned how I'd known. She was ecstatic though. As I had known she would be.

I smiled as I unlocked the front door, slipping my rain coat off, hanging it on the banister. They suited each other perfectly, even if Ang was a few inches taller than Ben. I rolled my eyes at that thought. Those few measly inches were what had stopped them from getting together already. Bloomin' fools if you asked me.

The house, of course, was empty. That was fine with me. I had gotten used to the fact that I would be coming home to an empty house, having been raised by Renée. She was so hair-brained it wasn't even funny. She forgot about absolutely everything. I sorted the bills, the housework, her work schedule and the groceries. I practically raised myself. I mean, it was nice to have her as my best friend; we talked about everything and anything when I was younger. But I needed a mother too, and she just wasn't cut out for that.

Charlie, although unused to having me here for any real length of time, was doing a Hell of a better job. He worked all the time, and I was fine with that. I wasn't about to tell him that he had to cut back the hours so he was home when I got in from school and be there in the morning before I left. I wouldn't be able to cope with being around him that much. We were too similar in some ways. We enjoyed the fact that neither one felt the need to fill any and all silences with mindless chatter. We were quite happy to go about doing our own things. But we did enjoy each other's company. Mainly for the same reasons. We didn't have to talk to express what we were thinking or feeling. We were book open books. Our affections to each other were shown through our actions, not through words.

He was home more than Renée ever was though, and the fact that he put conscience effort into being there with me, made me glow inside. I wasn't looking for all his time and attention, just a little here and there. I can honestly say that, although I hate this town, my dad was the best.

It was Wednesday today, so that meant I only had two classes with homework, which I grabbed the stuff for out my bag. I placed it on the table before rummaging in the fridge for the ingredients to make beef stroganoff. It wouldn't take all of my attention, which meant I'd be able to focus on my homework better. That and it was Charlie's favourite. It took about twenty minutes to get everything cut and prepped before finally putting in the pot to cook.

My homework was, as always, very simple. Forks worked at a much slower pace than the school I'd come from in Phoenix, so I'd already done this and the next topic in all of my classes. It was slightly insulting that I was being made to do each of the topics again, but I understood that my teachers couldn't just make up another topic just for me. Although I wish they would.

I plated up some stroganoff, before covering the pot and sticking it in the oven to keep warm for whenever Charlie got home. I added some fresh orange and a slice of tiger bread and sat to have dinner.

Speculating on the first two months since I moved here, I realised that, although I hated the weather with a passion, I genuinely liked the people. Well most of them anyway. Mike and Edward were on the black list, simply because they kept hounding me for things I had already told them 'no' to. That was something I couldn't stand. Tyler was heading to that side of my list too. Angela and Ben were the best. They were always there, both were quiet and unassuming. They asked things about me rather than pretending to know. They were at the top of the LIKE list. Jacob Black following closely behind. At first it was weird and slightly awkward. We'd known each other our whole lives, and spent most every summer with each other. So it was strange when he expressed some rather friendly feelings. We had hashed it out though, and everything was cool now. We were brother and sister for all intent and purpose.

He was also the reason I had my baby. My truck. He had found and restored it himself and then Charlie bought it from him. It had rocketed him up to almost the top of my list. My truck was perfect for me, it was a faded orangey/red. It was a force to be reckoned with and perfect for me and my clumsiness.

Clearing up my dishes, I filled the sink with warm sudsy water. I was looking forward to having the day on Saturday to myself. There were two different book stores that I wanted to visit, and immerse myself in a good book. Of a few. I smiled to myself before starting to hum. I also needed different clothes. Warmer ones. I frowned. Curse this weather to the deepest pits of Hell.

Sitting the dishes on the drainer, I wiped down the counter. Looking around I decided that the kitchen was clean. I dashed up to my room and grabbed my worn copy of Wuthering Heights from the bedside table and ambled back down to the living room. Curling up with my feet tucked under me, I leaned on the armrest of the couch, burying my nose in my all-time favourite book.

I startled out of the fantasy world within the crumpled pages of my book when the front door slammed shut. Charlie chuckled seeing me jump and mused my hair on the way past. I huffed before following him into the kitchen, beating him the oven and starting to plate up his dinner.

"Not that I'm not grateful Bells, but you're not a maid. You don't need to race in here to get my dinner before me." I grinned at him over my shoulder, placing the leftovers on the counter to cool. I set the plate on the table as he got his juice and cutlery before sitting down. I sat across from him.

"I know that. But it gives me nightmares to think about what you lived on before I got here." He just chuckled at that. Charlie was a complete failure in the kitchen, so he practically lived on take outs.

"I meant to ask, dad, is it alright if I go to Port Angeles on Saturday?" he just raised his eyebrows at me.

"Of course. You're practically a grown up Bella. You don't need to ask. Just let me know beforehand so I don't think you've gone missing or something." This time it was I who chuckled. He tried to be laid back, but he worried about me so much.

"Ok. Well I'll be gone on Saturday. Probably the whole day from early on. I need to get some warmer clothes, but I don't want to go all the way to Seattle on my own." He frowned. Shit.

"Isn't it the dance on Saturday?" damn, he must be the only father in the whole world that knew exactly when the dance was.

"Yeah but I don't dance. You should know that." He laughed. Loudly, making my face flame. Yes, Charlie knew just how accident prone I was.

"True, I suppose you should spare those poor unsuspecting victims at the dance." I glared at him.

"I'm not that bad dad. I only take others down with me in gym." He choked on his food, before laughing at me. I just grinned at him, kissed his forehead and headed up to bed.

A/N: Well that's the first chapter. Bella and Paul won't come in contact for another few chapters, and yes, there are vampires and werewolves in this story.