As I stared into those piercing, emerald green eyes, I realized I was in love with my best friend's older brother. How cliché.

Another, Bella and Alice are best friends and Bella falls in love with Edward, Alice's older brother story. I told myself I wouldn't write an all human story, but what do you know, I do it anyway. Oh, well. Okay hope you like it, This chapter's not that great its just Alice and Bella meeting.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

(Bella's POV) Anyway, enjoy!

Meeting Alice

My eyes stared out the small window to the ground thousands of feet below. The hundreds of trees packed together made up the majority of the ground in Washington. Forks, Washington. Sigh.

I detested Forks. Forks, the little rainy town in Washington that existed under a near constant blanket of clouds. I loved Phoenix. I had lived in Phoenix, Arizona most of my life. To me, Phoenix was perfect. The hot sun always centered in the sky, the low, craggy hills in the distance, the small brown rocks crunching under my flip flops.

I would have just stayed in Phoenix if it wasn't for my Phil. Last year, my mom met Phil and fell in love with him. The two of them got married, leaving me without much of a choice. They had to travel a lot for Phil's baseball career, and it was making my mom sad having to be away from him. So I decided it was time for me to spend some quality time with my dad, Charlie.

Not that I didn't love Charlie. I did love my dad, just not the town he has lived in my whole life.

The voice over the intercom filled the plane, yanking me out of my reverie. It announced we would be landing soon. I sighed, looking out the window again.

A single tear rolled down my cheek as the plane touched down on the sleek, black airport highway.

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As I stepped off the plane, my eyes wandered to find Charlie waving to me, a huge smile on his face. I waved back with as much enthusiasm as I could manage, and made my way over to him.

"Hi Bells." He said gruffly, giving me an awkward one-armed hug.

"Hi Dad. Good to see you." I replied.

We got my bags and loaded them into the back of Charlie's police cruiser. The ride home was slightly awkward, neither of us had much to say. We talked about the weather a little, but the conversation didn't last long, the weather was always the same here. Wet. Forks was one of the rainiest towns in the entire United States.

After the long ride home, Charlie pulled up into his driveway. I looked out the window and looked back at him, my eyes questioning him about the other car in his small driveway.

Next to the cruiser was a big Chevy truck. It was very old, maybe sixty's or fifty's at the earliest. It was a faded red color, with big fenders and a boulbous cab. To my intense surprise, I loved it. It was one of those trucks you see at an accident, barely scratched, surrounded by the peices of the car it had destroyed.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Surprise. I wanted to get you something." Wow. It was mine.

"Dad, you didn't have to do that." I said.

"No it's alright, I promise."

"Okay, then thank you." I said, smiling. That would make tomorrow so much bearable considering I wouldn't have to be driven to school in the cruiser. He blushed, and stepped out of the car to get my bags. I pulled up my hood and stepped into the pouring rain, taking my bags from him. He helped me get them inside.

I walked into the kitchen, setting my bags on the floor and letting my hood fall down. The kitchen was the exact same, with the bright yellow cupboards and the small frige. My mom, Renee, had painted the cupboards in attempt to bring some color into the house, years ago.

Taking my time, I picked up the bags and walked up to my room to unpack. My room was the same as always. Wooden floor, Light blue walls, and the yellow lace curtains. I had a small desk with an old computer, and a rocking chair in the corner. I kneeled down on the floor and starting unpacking my small wardrobe. I didn't have many clothes now, too many of my Arizona clothes were to permeable for Forks. My mom and I had gone out and bought a few warmer pieces, which now made up my scanty wardrobe.

When I finished putting my clothes in the small pine dresser, I got changed into a pair of sweatpants and a holy t-shirt, thinking to myself I wouldn't be going anywhere else today. I sat on my bed and stared out the rain-streaked window. Charlie lived next a forest, hundreds of trees crowded together. The rain hit the window silently, the drops of water slid down the glass. Outside, every leaf on the trees had water pooled up on it, overflowing until it brimmed over and fell to the grass below. Tears slid down my face.

That night, I learned the only thing Charlie could cook was fried eggs. I assigned myself the job of cooking our meals for the remainder of the time I would be here. He agreed graciously. I made something simple, fried chicken and potatoes. At dinner, Charlie tried to talk to me, but I wasn't really in the mood. He gave up. I picked at my food, not hungry. When he was done, I got up and washed the dishes by hand. I dragged my feet upstairs to my room, and got ready for bed.

I laid down on the small bed and pulled the covers up, curling up on my side. I couldn't sleep, the pounding of the rain on the roof kept me wide awake. I closed my eyes and eventually I fell asleep, when the rain quieted.

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The next day, I woke up to the annoying sound of my loud alarm clock. I groaned, and rolled over, hitting the OFF button. I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I splashed my face with water, to wake me up. I took a hot shower, and brushed my teeth. Back in my room, I dressed in a deep blue V-neck sweater and dark tight jeans. I sighed, dreaming of shorts and tank tops. I pulled on a pair of light brown boots and walked back into the bathroom. I blow dried my hair until it hung straight and walked downstairs.

Charlie was already gone to work, so I got a bowl of cereal, eating it slowly. When I was finished, I washed out the bowl and pulled on my plain, black jacket. I pulled the hood up and ran to my truck, climbing inside. I turned the ignition and the huge truck roared to life, idling at top volume. I wasn't too disappointed, a truck this old was bound to have a flaw. But it would cause unwanted attention at school. There was nothing I could do about now.

I pulled out of the driveway and drove down the road Charlie had pointed out yesterday as the road my school was on. I was now enrolled in Forks High School. I had no idea what to expect. The school was tiny, It only had a total of 758 students. I was sure they had already heard I was coming. Daughter of town's Chief flighty ex-wife coming home at last. I looked out the window to see my new school.

I couldn't tell it was a school. The only thing that made me stop was the sign that said Forks High School. It was several small brick buildings, arranged in some sort of way. I pulled into the parking lot, pulling up in front of the building that had a sign saying "Administrative". I got out of the warm truck unwillingly and stepped through the door. It was a small room, with orange flicked carpet, a large desk and several plants in plastic pots. As if there wasn't enough green outside.

The woman at the desk looked up. "Hello. Can I help you?" She asked nicely.

"Yes please. I am new at this school. My name is Isabella Swan." I answered. Her face lit up.

"Oh, yes we have been expecting you." Groan. "Here, I have your schedule." She rummaged in the desk for a minute, then pulled out several sheets of paper. "This is your schedule, a map of the school and a slip you need to have signed by each of your teachers." I nodded and took the papers. I thanked her and went back out to my truck.

The school had since become populated, so I followed the line of cars toward the student's parking lot. I parked and headed to my first class. I followed the example of the people in front of me, hanging up my jacket at the door. I went up to the teacher and had him sign the first slip. Thankfully, he didn't make me introduce myself. I stumbled to my seat in the back of the class.

I pulled out a notebook and a pencil and doodled on the margins of the page. Next to me, I saw the chair move, though it didn't make any sound. I looked up to see a girl sitting down. She was really pretty, short, with spiky black hair and dark brown eyes. She was tiny, with pixie-like features. She smiled.

"Hi, I'm Alice Cullen. You must be Isabella Swan." She said, still smiling. From the way she moved and talked, I guessed she was always hyper. Unexpectedly, I actually kind of liked her. I smiled back.

"Bella. Nice to meet you." I said. She seemed thrilled I was talking to her.

"Nice to meet you too, Bella. This must be your first day of school. I'm sorry, that must be hard for you." She said.

"Ya kind of." I answered.

"So where did you move from?"

"Phoenix, Arizona." I wanted to ask her where she moved from, I was sure I had never seen her at my summer's with Charlie.

She answered my unasked question. "I moved here two years ago from Chicago." She said.

Class then started, so we couldn't talk anymore. I was really glad to sit next to her though, which was strange. I didn't think I would relate to anyone very well in this school, but I really did like Alice. After class we talked some more, and we had the next class together. She sat next to me again.

We talked in between classes most of the day, but we didn't have all our classes together. There were other people who talked to me, a short girl with curly hair named Jessica, a boy named Mike, and a nice girl named Angela. I sat with the three of them at lunch, along with a couple of people I didn't know the names of. I would have sat by Alice, but she sat with her family.

I looked away from Jessica, who was trying to talk to me, to look at Alice's family. I was curious. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jessica give up and start talking to the boy named Mike. Over at Alice's table, she was sitting with four other people. She had two brothers, one which she was talking to, Emmett, who was two years older, and her other brother, who was half a year older. Between classes, she had told me about her brother Emmett. I could tell who he was easily by her description. He was tall, and built like a weight-lifter. He had curly brown hair, and right now he was laughing with Alice, and two other people at the table. There was a tall blond, Jasper, who looked like a movie star, and a blonde girl. She wasn't tall, but not as short as Alice, she had elbow length golden toned hair and bright blue eyes. I thought Alice had said her name was Rosalie. Alice's other brother, Edward, she hadn't told me hardly anything about. I could see him, he wasn't talking or eating, just sitting there. He was tall and lanky, not built like Emmett. Suddenly, he turned his head to look at me. He had messy, bronze colored hair, and piercing emerald green eyes, surrounded by a fringe of thick, black lashes. And he was absolutely beautiful. He turned away from me too look at his family. I wasn't really sure what I thought about him.

By the end of the day, I felt better about school. Of course I still didn't like it or fit in, but it wasn't as bad as I imagined. And stupid as I was, I was curious about Edward Cullen, Alice's brother.

Okay, this chapter isn't that great, i know but next chapter, it will be better.

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