Hey! I'm super excited to be writing-- officially! Just a few things about this fanfic before we get into chapter one. It will be totally clean! So don't worry about coming across any risky chapters. Oh and I totally forgot to put in my summary that Bella is NOT a vampire. Anyway, I hope you enjoy chapter one!

- Lou

P.S. All rights are reserved to Stephanie Meyer, owner of twilight

Just like that, it was all over. It was what I thought was the best two years of my life. He said he loved me, would do anything for me. That was obviously all a lie. Maybe it's for the better. Maybe it was truly never meant to be. I can get used to that, I thought.

I had already called Charlie, and he was ecstatic when he heard that I was coming to live with him. The last time I came to visit was with Edward. His name clung to my brain like a soaring migraine. I needed to see Charlie. He could help me feel better. We were so similar-- especially with the "suffer in silence" and the "I'll deal with it myself" nonsense. That was just how we were, and we liked it that way.

Before I knew it, my twenty hour drive was coming to an end, and the "Welcome to Forks" sign was within my vision range. I felt my car come to a stop. It wasn't me though, it was just my conscience. I was sitting right before the sign, inches away from entering the town line. Was I waiting for a signal? Was I hoping for a wave of relief to flow over me once I entered? Come on Bella pull yourself together, this isn't Disney. I was now laughing out loud. I think I was suffering from a little insanity at the time. By the time a car behind me started to honk, I was moving again. I passed many familiar stops, the Newton's store, the diner, and even the sign showing directions to La Push. La Push... I hadn't thought about... could he still be here? Was he in college? My heart racing-- I completely forgot about Jacob.

With my mind still wandering around the idea of my beloved wolf, I didn't notice that I passed the driveway of Charlie's house by a 100 feet or so. I quickly put the car in reverse and stopped when I came to the driveway. I pulled up and there she was. My beloved rusty, rickety, old red truck. It was like seeing the sun after three days of darkness. Suddenly I was back to feeling like my old self. Like I was the 17 year old Bella who had just moved to Forks to live with her dad. My memory lane route was ended by the slamming of a front door.

"Bells! How are you sweetheart! Where is Edward?" Charlie was exuberant that I was here.

"Hey dad," it was time to confess, "about that, I have something I need to tell you." He looked at me with hopeful eyes and I told him everything. He was almost dumbstruck when I was finished with my piece. I couldn't tell if he was happy or upset. Maybe he felt hurt that I hadn't called to tell him sooner. None the less, he embraced me awkwardly and told me I could stay as long as I wanted, that this would always be my home. Tears started to well up in my eyes. Gosh I loved Charlie, my dad, my safety.