Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Twilight. All rights to the Twilight franchise belong to Stephanie Meyer. The only part of this story I claim rights to is the story line.

AN: Hey all! This is my second posted Fic (I say "posted" because I've written fanfictions before, just never uploaded them to any site). I hope everyone likes it (and if you don't I don't really care - no offense). Anyways, let me know what ya'll think! Some of the events are pulled from my real life (minus the romance bit so if something about a character is off it's probably because I'm using inspiration from real events.

The stiff fabric of my work clothes were tight in all the wrong places as I jumped down from the cab of my 2007 silver ford truck. My heavy purse clunked against the console and smacked into the steering wheel as I yanked it out of my vehicle and onto my shoulder, the black strap pulling on my dark brown hair. The parking lot was almost empty, the surrounding trees casting long shadows across the pavement in the setting sun. The summer breeze felt good against my heated skin as I calculated once more how many shifts it would take me to get money to put that new AC in good ol' Amelia.

"Ma'am? Ma'am!"

A tall, balding, angry man in a cheap suit and an even cheaper pair of loafers came storming out of the 15 story, red brick building, his large gut making it impossible for him to see where he put his feet, his fists curled up at his sides.

"You can't park there, that's for the guests of the tenants, not the staff."

His thick southern accent made me want to snicker as I noticed a little elephant pin on the collar of his navy blue jacket and a bulge in his breast pocket where the outline of his chewing tobacco can had left a ring.

"I'm here to take care of…" I trailed off trying to pull a piece of paper out of my bag.

"Now, you need to get back in your vehicle and go park around the back with the rest of the help." He raised a hand to point around the side of the building. "And don't you park in the garage."

"What did you just call me?" I demanded, appalled at his obvious lack of basic respect.

"Ma'am just move your truck."

He turned around and waddled back inside, nearly tripping over his own feet to get through the giant glass doors. The middle-aged Hispanic doorman shot me an apologetic look and then quickly turned to the other man who spoke harshly. I couldn't make out the words exactly, but I guessed it had something to do with not letting me in until I'd re-parked.

"Ass." I scowled hopping back into my truck to do as I was told.

I was just a few minutes early when I'd pulled up. I figured it would be plenty of time to find my way to the proper place before eight o'clock. However as I tried not to look suspicious hurrying my way back around the building I realized I was going to be almost ten minutes late thanks to the lack of adequate parking space for "the help".

The doorman had gone out to the weight sensitive gate and had shut it down manually. If anyone was needing in or out they would have to buzz for the guy at the front desk. The front door was heavier than I expected. The handle a heavy gilded metal. The lobby inside had large, thick, crimson and creme rugs with pretty chairs that looked like they probably weren't that comfortable. The floors and walls looked like marble or granite of some kind and there at the desk sat the prick who had so rudely barked at me moments before. He looked up lazily and then back at whatever was on his desk, the high counter making it difficult to see.

I walked across the room, toward the elevators, barely visible through the weird mesh like metal of the doors that separated me from my way up. I pulled on the handle, the door shaking a bit violently as it loudly jerked against it's own lock.

"It's locked," the man drawled from behind me.

I rolled my eyes resisting the urge to make a snarky remark back at him. I turned and with the fax from my employer in hand, introduced myself.

"Hey champ, I'm Isabella Swan, I'm supposed to be taking care of the Cullen's on the 13th floor. Can you be a sport and let me in?" I smiled sweetly, suddenly aware I'd forgotten to turn my filter on and my sarcasm off.

I had said worse to others before, but I didn't have a phone number for the man who had hired me, just a fax number, and if this guy didn't let me in I'd have no way of contacting Mr. Cullen until I got home.

We stared at each other for a moment before he shifted slightly and I heard the door click behind me. Before it could lock again I yanked it open, dashing through and jamming the button for the elevator. It opened almost immediately, the metal door to the lobby slamming behind me as I stepped into the shiniest elevator I'd ever seen.

The doors closed with a soft bump and my distorted reflection stared back at me from the gilded interior. Every wall was paneled with what looked like real wood until about chest height when the deep brown gave way to gold rimed mirrors that stretched to the the high ceiling.

As the elevator neared the 13th floor I pulled my hair into a bun and clipped a small black lace bow over the top of it so it looked less, 70 year old spinster and more, I'm-desperately-trying-not-to-look-like-a-70-year-old-spinster, which I wasn't sure was much better.

Ding!

The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open, an eerily silent hallway greeted me. I checked my phone, 8:07. I was late on my first day. Great.

At one end of the hall was a door marked I and at the other end II. The fax in my hand didn't specify which door would be the one I needed so I double checked the floor and when it proved to be the right one I took a chance on the first door. I used the large gold knocker and waited. I heard movement inside and a male voice approach sounding slightly irritated.

"Tanya, I'll have to call you back later- no I won't be home in an hour- 'why?' because I'll be at the office! I just told you that!"

The door jerked open and a tall man with slicked back light brown hair, stood before me, a brand new iPhone in his hand and a scowl on his sharp features.

"I assume you own a clock?" He demanded walking away.

"I, um, yes, I own a clock." I murmured, extremely aware of the bright shade of my face as I closed the heavy wood door behind me.

"Then make use of it next time." He opened a door to my left and entered the room.

I gazed around in awe. All of the furnishings looked old and heavy. It had clearly been designed by a professional. A chandelier hung over a dining table to my right and I could tell the kitchen was going to be massive based on the fact an open doorway showed a breakfast nook, large enough to sit four.

"Hello?" The man snapped his fingers, drawing my attention to where he stood half in the next room, half out. "I have places to be, let's go."

"Ass," I muttered, hoisting my purse up higher on my shoulder before following him into a sitting room. An elderly man sat on a long, brown couch watching Fox News.

"Dad, this is the girl that's gonna sit with you tonight, I told you about her earlier, remember?" He spoke a bit softer when he addressed the white haired man in slacks and a navy button up. "Isabella." He said a bit louder, leaning in to talk into the man's large ear.

The man smiled at me and stood slowly, extending a large hand.

"Hello Isabella, nice to meet you, I'm Carlisle." He smiled and I shook his hand, glad to see he was better tempered than his son.

"Likewise, Dr. Cullen, but you can me Bella." I smiled back, nodding as he let go of my hand and looked around a little dazed.

"Well, then call me Carlisle," He laughed shallowly, his chest rising and falling in difficulty.

"Now, Edward!" a woman with short brown hair and frail skin came shuffling around the corner, her arms half the width of mine. "Edward dear, you said she was going to be here at 8 and here it is ten after-" she paused when she saw me, her hand immediately flying to her hair as she checked to make sure it was in place.

"You said you would come get me when she got here…" the woman trailed off awkwardly.

"She only just got here mother." The business man, Edward, spoke to me, "this is my mother, Esme." Edward took his mother's arm and walked her around the ottoman laden with war hero biographies and How To Electronics books so she could sit beside the now seated Carlisle. "Mom, this is Isabella, she's gonna stay the night with you."

"Stay the night? Well goodness, we should go get the bed made up since it'll be dark soon." She moved to stand, but Edward pulled her back down to he couch, sitting beside her.

"No Mom, she's going to make sure you and Dad don't get up and wander downstairs in your pajamas like you've been doing. She's going to be awake to check on you throughout the night."

"Do you live here in town, Bella?" Carlisle asked sitting back and linking his hands around one crossed knee as a commercial came on.

"Yeah, sort of, I grew up in Forks." I admitted, speaking of a town about an hour's drive from Port Angeles.

"Well that's kind of far," Esme chimed in, distracted by the latest line of talk.

"It's not bad, practically just next door." I smiled and then followed Edward out when he motioned for me.

He strolled down a different hall, telling me what was behind each door as he went and ignoring the large family photos I couldn't help but staring at. There was a dark haired boy, a fair haired boy (whom I assumed was him) and a dark haired girl in each one, sometimes standing before their parents who were clearly the younger version of the couple in the other room.

"If you need to get a hold of me, my number is in my dad's cell and it's on a piece of paper in the kitchen along with my sister's. Call her first if it's an emergency, she lives in the neighborhood behind this building with her husband. She can get here faster. For any other reason, call me. But please try to figure it out on your own."

The phone in his hand vibrated and the screen lit up. He raised it to his ear, answering it immediately and walking into a nearby room, closing the door behind him. I stood awkwardly in the hallway, my shoulder aching from the weight of the textbooks in my purse.

The doorbell chimed and almost immediately Esme poked her head out of the sitting room.

"My goodness, I wonder who that could be so late," she said fixing her hair and smoothing her peach blouse.

I walked to the door and set my bag behind a large vase in a corner so that it was out of the way.

"I'll get it Mrs. Cullen," I said pulling the ceiling high door open.

The dark haired woman from the family pictures stood on the other side with a man I didn't recognize.

"Oh Alice! Jasper!" Esme said from right behind me.

I jumped, not aware she'd been standing so close.

"Hello, Mother," Alice said cheerfully, leaning in to kiss her on either cheek as I stepped out of the way.

"Well, my, what are you doing here so late? It's already dark."

"Edward texted and said that your new Health Aide was starting tonight. We wanted to meet her." She turned her attention to me. "I'm assuming you're her. I'm Alice Hale. This is my husband Jasper, it's nice to meet you!"

I took her hand a little intimidated by her cheery personality.

She was just as beautiful as the pictures portrayed her. Her dark hair was cut short in a pixie hair cut and topped with a colorful bandanna-scarf-headband-thing. She wore quite expensive looking clothes and her dainty features coupled with her fluid dance like movements made me think of the Nutcracker on Ice; beautiful in the way that ballerina's with heavy skates on could look effortlessly talented even in the cold.

Her husband stood back, silent and stoic. He was quite handsome, his wardrobe a monochromatic scheme that dulled the blue of his eyes. He was clean shaved and observant. While the exchange between Esme and Alice had been taking place he had watched me with a clear gaze and a small courteous smile. He nodded at me and I him.

"Nice to meet you too," I said in that awkward way new introductions always seem to go.

Edward emerged from down the hall looking flustered, a scowl etched deep over his eyebrows.

"Hey Eddie, everything—"

"No," Edward said frankly, interrupting his sister and shoving out of the front door, slamming it behind him.

"Oh my," Esme breathed.

"Is everything alright in here?" Carlisle asked, a knee brace commercial blaring in the background.

"Yeah, Dad. We're fine," Alice said. "Sorry about him, he's like that all the time." She shrugged.

They stayed for maybe an hour longer, Alice talked my ear off the whole time. She showed me where everything was more in depth and reassured me that I could call her even if it wasn't an emergency. The Cullen's went to bed before nine o'clock and I settled in the sitting room to watch some late night television and work on my homework. I got up every 15-30 minutes to check on them, but all in all it was one of the easiest shifts I'd ever had as a CNA.

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-Lee-