Summary: After Bella Swan's parents decide they want to move to the East Coast to be closer to her, she has no choice but to call up her best friend's cousin - none other than the Real Estate Agent Edward Cullen as well as his team. Sparks fly between the two, but obstacles pave the way, including the determined Tanya Denali. Will Bella prevail?

A little backstory: Bella is going to be a senior at Columbia College and is visiting her dad for Summer Break before the school year starts.

This story is completely BPOV. All Bella. All the Time.

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight and the characters in it. No copyright infringement intended.

"When you get to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on."
Franklin D. Roosevelt

Gripping my suitcases, I spotted my dad, Charlie Swan, and broke out into face-splitting grin. I leaped into Charlie's arms to receive a bone-crushing hug.

"Dad!" I squealed, overjoyed to see my favorite senior citizen, even if it was in the newly-built airport in my sodden hometown of Forks.

"Good to see you Bells, always good to see you," Charlie gruffly replied, patting my back awkwardly. He swiftly took the suitcases, that practically held all my personal belongings, before I had a chance to argue, and we both made our way over to the airport parking lot. The Forks Airport was built after screaming hordes of girls began filling the roads of this bedroom community, claiming to be looking for vampires. The Italian restaurant in Port Angeles was filing for bankruptcy until it added mushroom ravioli to its menu; suddenly, business leapt through the ceiling, all thanks to a silly teenage romance novel. As I rubbed my hands together to warm my frozen fingers, I looked around for Charlie's good old police cruiser to find it…nowhere.

"Hey Char—Dad, where's your car?" I asked, confused to not be able to locate it anywhere. Back in grade school, whenever it rained, kids would line up under the awning at the front of the school, trying to spot their parent's cars. I never had that problem, always able to notice my dad's police cruiser even in a snowstorm, a talent I took great pride in.

"Right here, Bells," Charlie called out, beckoning me towards a brown Lexus. I gave him a disbelieving look, expecting him to laugh and say "Who am I kidding?" but it never came. I trotted over and got into the passenger seat of the car as he loaded the trunk with my luggage.

"Well, a brown car camouflages real nicely in this muddy town," I muttered as Charlie got in the car and looked at my face for my reaction.

And then I gave him one.

"Dad, this must have cost you a fortune. I mean, a Lexus! That's atleast thirty grand right there, and your salary of fifty grand isn't getting a raise anytime soon. And you said you'd never give up your police cruiser. I thought you loved that man-car!" I shrieked. Charlie shifted uncomfortably in his seat and put the car in reverse, as he backed out of the parking spot. He avoided my death glare as he got on the one highway that ran through Forks.

"Listen, Bells. I'm an adult, your father, actually, and am completely entitled to what I…" Charlie started, and then stopped after looking at my no-nonsense face. "I've been lonely, Bells. I needed a change. Ever since Renee…after you left to Columbia, it hit me hard. I don't want to die an unhappy, lonely old man," Charlie rambled, doling out the longest speech I'd ever – in my twenty-one years of life – heard him deliver. He glanced at my face as we pulled into the driveway of my tiny home, and let out a long breath. "Renee provided the perfect opportunity for me to move on and I…I'll let Renee do all the talking."

"Wait, what?" I said in shock, trying to register everything Charlie had blabbered during the car ride. "What does Renee have to do with any of this? Char…I mean, Dad!" I got out of the car to see Charlie bolting for the front door with my suitcases in his hands. Coward.

"Renee," Charlie bellowed, as I walked inside, "Bella's here." I closed the door behind me and inhaled the smell of home, sweet home.

Absorbing my familiar surroundings, I glanced at the stairs that stood practically right ahead of the front door. Directly to the left at the top of the stairs was the one bathroom Charlie and I had shared for sixteen years. In front of the top of the stairs was my bedroom, and to the right of the stairs, Charlie's. Downstairs, the bright living room with a 40" plasma TV beckoned to me, but I still paid my respects to Charlie's favorite part of the house. The mustard walls of the kitchen looked freshly painted in neon yellow, which was weird, because when I was at this house for summer break a year ago, the mustard paint had just started crumbling off.

"Dad, did you paint the kitch—" I started in an outraged tone, but was cut off by a high-pitched shriek from my beloved mother.

"Mom," I said in monotone, hesitantly putting my arms around this bouncing quadragenarian. "What are you doing here?"

"Bella, darling, that is no way to greet the woman who went through nine hours of labor to give birth to you!" Renee admonished. "You look so gorgeous honey! I can't believe you're graduating from college in just a year! I mean, I always knew you were smart honey, don't take this the wrong way, but I never expected you to go to an Ivy League! And can you believe that…"

All of Renee's exclamations were giving me a headache, and I went to go sit down on one of her bright pink couches.

"Oh, you must be tired honey! Charlie, dear," Renee sweetly called to my dad who awkwardly stood near the kitchen, "why don't you fetch Bella that cup of tea I made for her." Charlie grunted an affirmative and walked towards the neon disaster.

"Um, Mom, I hate to be rude," I lied through my teeth, "but what are you doing at Dad's house in Forks?" With a Cheshire Cat smile still plastered to her face, Renee avoided my question by prattling on about the pink furniture I was lying down on. "And where's Phil?" With the last question, Renee's frontage disintegrated and she broke down, starting the waterworks.

Charlie hummed as he carefully balanced my teacup in its saucer as he walked towards the living room; one glance at Renee, and he immediately turned around and headed back into the kitchen, acting as if he hadn't seen his ex-wife sobbing her heart out.

"Um, Dad? A little help would be greatly appreciated," I called out as I reluctantly offered Renee some tissues and rubbed her back sympathetically. Charlie stomped into the living room, annoyed.

"Renee, enough drama," Charlie declared, putting his hand on Renee's shoulder. Renee stopped honking into her tissue and looked up at Charlie, sniffling. "Bella deserves to know."

"Would someone please explain to me what is going on?" I growled, throwing my hands up in frustration as my parents continued their telepathic communication.

Renee took a deep breath and looked at me.

"Bella, Charlie and I are getting married."

A/N: I'm currently figuring out the update schedule, so I can't promise anything right now. Well, I can promise this next chapter will be up before the end of the week. Link to Charlie's car on my profile. Some people don't believe a brown car exists...

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