Full Summary: Bella is a first time drinker sitting in the bar where her three-year relationship was ended. Edward Cullen is a 109-year-old vampire who is suspected of being gay by his family when he is dragged to the same bar. Both feel an attraction to each other and act on it like normal people would. The product, however, is not so normal. Scared and confused Bella has no choice but to accept the help only Edward and his family can offer. AU. Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse never happened.

Thank you to my betas, RyK77, lovelovelove22, and my Twilighted Beta; Jenny Cullen.

Disclaimer: SM owns all.

Second Disclaimer: Never been drunk before. Sorry if this is not how drunk people act.

Fate Has Other Plans

Prologue

"You're breaking up with me." Bella Swan sighed. She was surprised he even made it this long, or actually, she was surprised she made it this long in a relationship with him. She knew their relationship wasn't really serious, even though they had been together for three years. But she never really wanted to give up on him, no matter how annoying he was at times.

"Sorry, Bella. But…I can't do it anymore, babe. We've been dating for three years and we haven't even…you know…" Mike Newton trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck while shrugging. Bella nodded her head, both of them glancing away from each other in discomfort.

"It's cool. I understand." The awkward silence stretched on for a few more minutes between them. Bella focused her eyes on the drink in her hands. She wasn't upset, or angry, just annoyed. He took me to a bar to break up with me. See? She told herself. You knew this wouldn't work out. Why'd you try?

"And…yeah. I…I uh…I guess I'll go now." Mike stood up from the bar stool next to her and hesitated. Bella heard him sigh heavily, and she saw him shift from foot to foot. She glanced up at him, wondering what he was doing. He was biting his lip, nervous. "Uh…do you need a ride-" Mike cut off to gulp down a large breath of air. God, I dated this man for three years? "You know…a ride home?" Bella rolled her eyes and turned back to face forward.

"No, its cool, Mike. I'll get a cab home." Bella smirked as she heard Mike all but sprint towards the door. Sighing heavily, Bella picked up the glass in front of her and began swooshing the drink around. Mike had bought himself and her fake ID's for their two-year anniversary. See, Bella? It was never going to work out. Bella had never used hers (she wasn't a big fan of alcohol, knowing what it did to her mom), but Mike had ordered her a drink and the bartender didn't even ask if she was legal.

Drinking seemed like a great idea to her suddenly. She tried to reason with herself. You're at a bar, alone. There are many scary men in here. Many scary, big men. But, the idea began to seem better and better as she remembered the years she spent with Mike.

Slowly Bella brought the drink to her lips and took a large gulp.

XxX

"A bar?" Edward Cullen was sure that his brothers had gone crazy. What was the purpose of a vampire going to a bar? Unless maybe, it was to find an easy victim, but his family didn't hunt like normal vampires did. Vampires couldn't get drunk, and even if they could, why would he drink the disgusting stuff?

"Come on Edward," Emmett said to him, tugging on his arm to move his younger brother. Edward jumped forward, but stopped again.

"Why are we here?" Edward asked.

"To have fun," Emmett told him as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Edward blinked, looking from the bar to Emmett, and then to Jasper, his other brother.

"How am I going to have fun in a bar?" God, how stupid is he? Edward frowned at Emmett's thoughts. GIRLS! Emmett screamed in his head, knowing the mind-reading vampire would hear him. Edward winced, not only from the sound, but from the idea.

"Girls?" Edward asked hesitantly…almost afraid. Jasper threw his head back and laughed at Edward's shock. "I-I don't get it," Edward confessed. Emmett rolled his eyes and threw his arm over Edward's shoulder, walking him forward.

"Yeah, I can see," Emmett muttered. "I have decided it's time that you have some interaction with the opposite sex. You know, Esme thinks your might be gay?" Edward winced. He had heard her…wondering if her first son really was attracted to guys. He shuddered as he remembered the bad mental images she had thought of after the thought.

"I'm not gay." Jasper laughed from behind Edward and patted his back.

"It's not us you have to convince," he told him. Edward huffed as they steered him toward the door to the bar. It was a small bar, there was no bouncer outside, and very few cars were parked around it. Edward didn't believe he would meet any girls in this bar. And hey, maybe that's the point, he thought as his brother opened the door and walked in.

XxX

"Another one?" Bella nodded her head at the bartender as he took her empty glass. How many was that? One…two…four? No, wait three. No, I just finished that. So it would be….

Bella just shrugged, finding she didn't care enough to really think about it. Leaning back in her chair, she giggled as the room spun. When it stopped moving around her, she found herself staring at a guy.

He was seated at the other end of the bar table. He was leaning on his forearms with his shoulders hunched and his head dangling in between them. He looked like he was trying to protect himself. All Bella could really tell about the guy was that he had brown hair, strong arms, he was too young to be at a bar, and he had three girls clinging to him.

Hmm…Bella thought. The man—boy, Bella corrected herself. She didn't need to see his face to know that he was no older than nineteen. The boy didn't look comfortable, based on the way he flinched as another girl came up and touched his arm.

A round of laughter came from behind her and she looked over her shoulder. At one of the booths on the wall, were two men staring at the boy. Bella squinted her eyes but couldn't make out much in the shadows that surrounded them. It's got to be the lighting in here. I don't think I'm drunk enough to go blind…

But she could tell the men were enjoying the boy's discomfort. Bella frowned. Do they know him? Or just enjoy a stranger's embarrassment?

Bella shook her head and turned to look forward. Either way, it isn't my problem.

XxX

I hate them. I hate them. I hate them! Edward yelled in his head over and over again. His hands were in his hair, balled into fists. His throat burned, despite the fact that he had bagged three deer on the way here, and had hunted the previous day. Another girl came up from behind him, he could hear her footsteps and intentions from the moment she stood up from her table, and touched his shoulder.

Stop touching me! He wanted to cry out. But he didn't want his brothers to really think he was gay. Instead, he involuntarily flinched at her close contact. Four women now. They were purring things in his ears, thinking of all the things he and they could do together. Edward was sure he would throw up if it was possible.

His brothers were amused. They hadn't stopped laughing from the moment the first girl latched onto his arm. She, or the others, didn't notice he only looked seventeen. While they were twenty-five to forty-two. And three of them had come with their husbands/boyfriends, who were now glaring at him.

He felt like yelling at the men to take their women away. Please god, someone help me. Sure, he was acting like a six-year old who thought girls had cooties, but he couldn't help it. He liked girls, just good-looking girls. And not drunk, ugly, sluts. And, he definitely didn't want to meet anyone at a bar.

A few wondering hands began sliding down his arms and across his chest. He shifted uncomfortably in the seat. The hands didn't notice. They continued to run down his stomach and then down his thighs. Edward tried to stand up, not liking being molested by the four women over him. But, not wanting to draw to much attention, he couldn't get up because two of the women were literally holding him down.

Edward's eyes popped open, and his head shot up when one of the hands grabbed what Rosalie called Emmett's Best Feature. And that's when he saw her.

XxX

Eww. Bella recoiled and laughed at the same time as the girls clinging to the boy began getting…touchy. Poor guy. It was obvious he didn't want it. But, Bella had to admit…it was entertaining to watch. Mostly everyone in the bar was glancing at them every ten seconds, and the ones who weren't had their eyes glued to the guy the whole time. Most of those people were the remaining girls.

Bella hadn't touched the new drink in front of her since she saw the boy. She didn't feel the urge anymore, now that someone else was having a worse time in the bar then she was.

Sighing suddenly, Bella forced her eyes away from the molestation of the boy, and she took out her phone. Twelve thirty-two a.m. I should get a cab now, she told herself. Go home and sleep and then deal with my soon-to-be massive hangover. Bella groaned at the thought.

That's why she never drinks. Well, that and it's illegal and she knows first hand how being drunk can affect people around said drinker. But, she tried not to dwell on that fact.

Even though she knew she had to leave. Even though she could see herself hung over tomorrow morning if she stayed, Bella couldn't will herself to stand.

Come on Bella, she thought to herself. You can't stay here all night. Time to leave.

Her pep talk worked. She stood up from her stool. But then, she remembered something; she shared an apartment with her now ex-boyfriend of two hours, Mike Newton. I can't go home; I have no home. Bella collapsed back on the chair and grabbed the untouched drink, gulping it down in frustration.

XxX

She was…drunk. Edward grimaced at the thought. More drunk girls were the last thing he wanted. But, she was different. She was young. Maybe a few years older than how old he looked. Not old enough to drink yet, but old enough to be out of high school. She was depressed, he could tell by the frustration and pain on her face, as well as the way her body slumped on the bar counter. She had given up.

Edward wanted to know why, which surprised him. Usually, he wanted nothing but for his "gift" to be gone. Hearing thoughts of everyone around him was a curse, of course his family still got mad at him for reading their thoughts. But, the sad girl caught his attention and for a second he forgot about everything.

He forgot he was in a bar, he forgot about his brothers who were laughing, he forgot about the burn in his throat, or the girls playing with him. He only saw the pretty brown eyes that stared back at him in shock and the blush that crept over the girl's cheeks.

Nothing. Edward pushed his eyebrows together, concentrating harder on the human across the bar. Nothing. He jerked his head to the side slightly, annoyed slightly. Grabbing the bar's counter he tried again. Nothing.

Panic swelled in Edward. Panic, shock, annoyance and relief. A thousand things rushed into his head. What's wrong? Why can't I read the girl? How is she doing that? Is my gift broken? Can I no longer hear thoughts?

Edward opened his mind, letting the thoughts he tried to keep out come in. And immediately re-trying to keep the thoughts out. Okay, so I could hear everyone's thoughts in the bar. My gift isn't gone. I could still read minds. The question is; why can't I read her mind?

XxX

Two o'clock. Still at the bar, Bella looked at the clock on her phone. Mostly everyone was gone, except her, the bartender, the boy and the two men who had laughed at the boy. They were currently playing pool while the boy stared at Bella.

She noticed that he hadn't been able to take his eyes off her for almost two hours now. She would have asked him to stop, or left, if she wasn't so drunk and scared to go home. She rested her head on the counter and returned her attention back to the boy. She could see his face clearer now, and was correct about him being young.

Maybe not even nineteen, she thought to herself as the boy finally stood up. She expected him to go over to the men playing pool, because the men straightened up also and stopped playing. But instead, he began to walk closer to her. The men in the background exchanged a look, and one of them pulled his eyebrows up. She wondered what that meant.

But then the man stopped in front of where she was sitting. She straightened up, the room spinning, and bit her lip as he sat down. She stared, he stared. Silence stretched between them.

She didn't understand why she couldn't take her eyes off of him. Sure, he was good-looking (that's the understatement of the year) but it was more than that. He was so close to her, and she felt like reaching out and touching him. His gold eyes darkened ever so slightly by each silent minute that passed them.

Bella tried to tell herself to look away, to leave. That this boy could be dangerous. And she was startled as she realized he really could be. He was young looking, but she felt like he wasn't as innocent as he looked. That he was doing something to her to make her feel this strange attraction. But she couldn't look away, and yet she couldn't bring herself to do anything other than stare.

"Hello," he finally said to her. She jumped, mesmerized more by the boy. His voice was so clear and soft, even in her foggy brain. Bella didn't reply to him, just continued to stare. She was attracted to him, a lot. So when he held out his hand to her, she didn't think at all. She grabbed it, gripping it tightly as he stood her up.

XxX

Bella wasn't sure how she got from grabbing his hand to winding up in a motel room with the man. She stopped referring to him as "the boy" somewhere along the way though. Was it because, even though he looked like a boy, she knew he wasn't? Bella just began thinking that all of her thoughts about him were just her crazy alcohol-induced thoughts.

Bella didn't tell him to stop as he laid her down on the queen sized bed in the middle of the room. Bella didn't move as he took off her clothes hesitantly, revealing her skin slowly. Nor did she stop him when he took off his. She didn't stop to ask his name, or how old he was, or why she was so attracted to him.

And she certainly didn't ask him to put on a condom.

So, just the beginning. I post over at Twilighted also. Not sure when I'll post next. Maybe in a few days. Thoughts? What do you think?

- xoxo, Kiki