What would happen if Bella was the vampire and Edward was the human?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight! It all belongs to the wonderful, amazing Stephenie Meyer.

Chapter One

EPOV

I stumbled out of my mom's black Altima and into the airport parking lot. I heard my stepdad Phil close his door from the opposite side of the car. Renee, my mother, walked up behind me.

"Are you sure you want to go to stay with Charlie, Edward?" She asked me.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm sure," I said.

"Okay, hon. Just make sure you call me at least once a week."

Renee, Phil and I walked into the airport. It was filled with people. Some were walking at a leisurliy pace, while some were sprinting to catch their flights. (A/N: I've never been to an airport before, so don't get mad at me if i get something wrong.) I glanced at the big board filled with the flight destinations and times. The flight for Seattle left in 30 minutes. Renee handed me my passport, we said our good-byes, and finially, Renee scooped me up in a ginormous hug that lasted for litterally two minutes. I would miss Pheonix.

000

When the flight attendants told me that we were in Seattle and that I could get up and get my bags, I stood up and started walking towards the isle, i fell flat on my face. I heard afew murmurs around me, and one man was even bold enough to do the infamous "covering up a word by coughing" thing.

*COUGH,Klutz!Cough, Cough*

I got to my feet and walked off the plane, luckilly, without falling again. I was probably the clumsiest thing that has ever walked the face of this earth. I felt my Sidekick 4g ( A/N: Haha! Thats my phone!) viberate in my back pocket. It was my dad, Charlie. I slid the green arrow and put the phone to my ear.

"Hey, Dad," I said. I was about to say Charlie, but I remembered I couldn't call him that to his face.

"Hey, Edward. Meet me in the parking lot, Okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure."

As I made my way to the parking lot, I felt something wet on my head. It was slowly begenning to rain. "Damn," I muttered. I hated the rain. There just wasn't any in Pheonix, and i wasn't used to cold wet stuff falling from the sky. Why did my dad have to live in the Olympic Pennensula?

I saw Charlies Police cruiser in the distance. He was the cheif of police in Forks. I slowly jogged to the car, trying not to fall.

"Hey, Edward. Good to see ya." He said while clapping me on the shoulder.

"Good to see you too."

"How was your flight?"

"Fine." I reached for the shotgun door handle and Charlie got my bags and strolled around to the back of the cruiser. I heard him put my two suitcases in the trunk and he closed it. He got in and started the car. The two hour drive to Forks was relativley quiet. I got really antsy when we passed the sign that read: WELCOME TO FORKS, WASHINGTON. Population: 3,532. I havnt been here in years, and i forgot what Forks was like. The thick, dark clouds covered the sky like a big blanket, and made the town feel like a prison. Trees enclosed the road, and they were un-natrually green. Moss covered every inch that wasnt covered by leaves. No wonder so few people lived here. i was already bored with this place. After afew minutes of Charlie driving and me staring out the window watching the blur of green pass, the cruiser stopped. We were at Charlies place. I heavily sighed. Believe me, ive been trying to be optomisic but I guess Forks drained the little optomism i had inside of me.

The house was your typical American design. White siding. Chimney. Overly-green shrubs lining the sidewalk. I was distracted by the sound of a hand hitting metal. I pivoted around to face the driveway and saw Charlie leaning agenst a red, rusty pickup truck. A Chevy.

"How do you like it?" Charlie asked.

"Like what?" I questioned.

"Your new truck."

Charlie got me a truck? Wow.

"My truck? Dad, thanks. Its really cool!"

His cheeks turned red. "Well, Son, you don't have to thank me..."

"Why would I not thank you? This is awesome!" I ran up to my new truck and flung the door open. I jumped in.

"Where'd you get it?"I inquired.

"Do you remember Billy Black from the Quileute Reservation?"

"Kinda."

"I bought it off of him yesterday."

I was about to start the truck when buckets of rain started falling from the cloudy sky. Charlie ran to the Police cruiser, grabbed my bags and met me on the front porch. I grabbed the key from under the empty flower pot, where it has always been, and unlocked the door. I stepped inside the house and looked around. In the small kitchen, I saw the bright yellow cabnets and blue walls. 16 years ago, before Charlie and Renee got in a divorce, Mom had painted the kitchen those colors at an attempt to "bring some sunshine into the room." Her words, not mine. Nothing could ever bring sunshine to this desolate town. The living room was also the same. The faded green sofa was still in the corner with the coffee table in front of it. I decided to head upstairs to put my stuff away and sulk. I grabbed my bags and headed upstairs with Charlie on my heels.

Suprisingly, my room had changed quite a bit since my last time here, six years ago. There was now a dark blue comforter on the bed instead of a dark green one, a study lamp on the desk and in front of the window were dark grey curtains instead of blue. They were the ones that blocked out sunlight. That was funny. As if i needed to keep light out when its always dark and depressing outside.

"Umm... I hope you like blue. Robert at the police bought it," Charlie said from behind me. I tirned back to face him.

"Yeah. Blue's fine. Thanks."

"Well, I'll leave you to unpack" Charlie walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. The best thing about Charlie is that he doesn't hover. (Quote from Twilight Movie! :D) I grabbed my toothbrush and went to the one bathroom that Charlie and I shared. I got in the shower, washed my hair and got dressed. I snatched my toothbrush and brushed my teeth quickly. When I was done rinsing my mouth out, i looked in the mirror and tried to tame my terrible bronze hair that does not stay down no matter how hard i tried. It always sprang up in all directions. I gave up and decided to go to bed.

000

An hour later, i still hadn't falled asleep. I couldn't stop thinking about the torture that some called school. Tomarrow, I would be starting at Forks High School. Only just over 300 students. Uggh. I would be starting in the middle of March, in my junior year. It was gonna suck.