This fanfic means a lot to me because it is a documentation of the last couple of weeks of my life. I will be updating regularly I hope you review and enjoy no flames please! I also apologize in advance for my grammar!

Chapter 1

"Ms. Swan this job will be tedious. You will be expected to be able to multitask, as well as handle each customer with a great smile and outstanding attitude." Steve said.

I had applied for this job three weeks ago when I quit Subway and I had to make it work. Steve was strict, intimidating, and my new boss. I didn't expect to work at this truck stop forever but right now at the ripe age of nineteen it would have to do.

"I can handle it." I replied, a small smile playing on my lips. I continued to let him talk for ten more minutes before he made it abundantly clear that I had in fact gotten the coveted position of a truck stop cashier. I grabbed my keys and began to walk out of the store when I heard something behind me; I turned to see the hottest boy I had ever seen in my life fumbling with trash bags. He was tall and muscular with gorgeous light eyes, bronze hair, and the fullest most perfect lips I had ever seen. He looked up when he saw I was staring. I could feel my cheeks heat up I could feel the intensity of his stare so I did the most logical thing I could think of I turned and walked away before I said something stupid.

On the drive home I thought of nothing but his eyes, his lips, his body. It was the longest ride home I had ever experienced. As I pulled in my drive way I hoped that they would not schedule my mystery boy and I on the same days for fear of me embarrassing myself.

A new relationship is the last thing you need just think about Jacob I thought to myself. Jacob had been my first pseudo-love he had also given me all of my firsts, and then he moved to take someone else's.

"Bells?" My dad's voice rang through the house.

"Yeah dad I am home."

I moved in with my dad Charlie Swan aka Chief Swan when I was sixteen and my mother Renee decided that she wanted to be the wife and not the mother anymore. Most teenagers would have taken this more to heart but honestly I was relieved the chief understood me more we had our own rhythm that Renee could never get used to.

"How did the interview go?" He asked while handing me a water bottle from the fridge before following me into the living room.

"Good I'm officially employed."

"Bella you know that you didn't have to get this job."

"Dad its fine we will figure it out together."

My dad was diagnosed with congestive heart failure when I turned seventeen. I spent much of my junior and senior year with him in the hospital. While kids discussed prom, I talked to doctors about arteries and bypasses. Lately the income he gets from health care hasn't been enough to cover the house thus the reason for my recent dip into self-employment.

"You're so smart Bells I should be sending you to college."

"Dad we are focusing on you getting better first. I will go to college but your health is most important."

"I won't put you through this fight again. I just want what's best for you." He said pulling me into his arms. "You're my little girl."

"Dad I love you too. We will deal with this." I said hugging him tightly. Yes a boy was the last thing I would need.