Okay, I haven't written in a long time. So heres a go at a new story...

Chapter 1

Bella sat in school listening to her teacher talk about Romeo and Juliet for two hours straight. She liked literature but doing it for the second time just bored her.

She had moved from Phoenix, where she had studied Romeo and Juliet before and where she lived with her mother, to stay with her father, in Forks. Cold, rainy Forks. Her mother had a new boyfriend, Phil, who Bella wasn't too keen on. He travelled a lot, but didn't give much explanation as to where he was going or had been. Bella reminisced of one of the days she and her mother sat on the back porch, lounging in the sun when Phil would come out, bags in hand and announce he had 'had some business to take care of'. He would use the same line every time he left. Bella always thought it made him sound like a gangster or a mafia hit man. But, Phil looked the complete opposite. He was no taller than an average man, but he was slim. He wore glasses and had dark red hair. Not your average fat and dark haired Italian mafia hit man. At first, after Phil would leave, Bella would ask her mother where he was going this time and her mothers' reply was always the same too "Work. He's always working, Phil. His work take advantage of him too much." After a while, Bella grew tired of asking questions, she wasn't sure if her mother knew what Phil done, of if she just believed whatever it was he told her.

Bella's attention was caught by her teacher slamming a textbook down onto her table.

"Bella," Mr Grimshaw said in a raised voice, "What have I told you about not paying attention in my class?"

"I was paying attention." Bella replied. As soon as she had said it, she knew exactly what was coming next. She sat in front of a red-faced Mr Grimshaw waiting for his reply. Her gaze stretched out behind him to notice that the whole class was now focused on her. Great.

"Well, then, what scene are we currently discussing?" Mr Grimshaw's face grew smug. He knew that Bella wasn't paying attention, and would have to admit that to him. If there was one thing that Mr Grimshaw loved more than literature, it was humiliating his students.

"It was, err…" Bella was desperately trying to think of the last thing she heard before she started to think about those sunny days back in Phoenix. She shook her head internally, trying not to be distracted. "Err… Scene…"

"Well...?" Mr Grimshaw had his arms folded tightly across his chest with a huge grin spread across his aged face. Bella could feel her face becoming redder as she rattled her brain. "Ah-h…" Just as Mr Grimshaw was about to gloat and no doubt give Bella detention, she caught sight of Mike, waving his hands furiously behind Mr Grimshaw. Mike motioned the number one with his left hand and five with his right. Bella wasn't exactly sure of what he meant, but she thought it was worth a guess.

"Act one, scene five." She said quickly, cutting Mr Grimshaw off mid-sentence. She watched at the smugness fell from his face and he unfolded his arms.

"Lucky guess…" He muttered as he turned and walked away back to the front of the classroom. Before he could even reach the blackboard the period bell rang and Bella had never been so relieved. It was Friday, and that bell meant it was time to go home. She also knew that her father, Charlie, was going away fishing all weekend and she would be able to have a few friends around to the house – well a few, according to Charlie.

After packing her books away, Bella went over to Mikes desk to thank him for saving her sorry ass. "Hey, Mike. Just want to thank you for saving me. I was totally zoned out for that entire class." She smiled as she slapped Mikes back in a friendly way.

"It was no bother. I know you would do the same for me." Mike grinned hugely. Bella knew that it was likely she wouldn't have done the same for him, but she smiled at him anyway and nodded slightly, before turning to walk away.

"Hey, Bella?" Mike called just at she made it to the door.

"Hm..?" she said as she spun back to see him.

"Do you want to…Go for something to eat this weekend? Or go watch a movie?" There was no way in hell she was going on a date with Mike. He had asked her out many times throughout high school, and still didn't seem to get it that she didn't like him. Mike was quite short for a seventeen year old boy, with some acne and glasses. She didn't mind him too much, as a friend, but she hated it and felt uncomfortable with him when he asked her this stuff.

"I can't this weekend, Mike. My dad's out of town, and I'm having a few friends round for some drinks." Shit. She had always hated how she never thought about what she was going to say before she said it. Now Mike knew about her party, and would want to come."

"Oh…" Mike sighed. Damn it! Bella managed to rotate a quarter turn before guilt enveloped her.

"You can come round for a while if you want…" She said quietly, hoping he wouldn't hear and her guilt would go away so she could leave.

"Really? I've never really been to a party before! I'll be there!" Mike beamed. Great. Mike hustled out of the class room shouting goodbye to Bella on his way.

"Its not a party!" she called after him, but he was already nearly out of sight. Bella let out a huge sigh and slumped against the door frame for a few moments. The school was almost empty already, only a few people still wandering the halls, then she remembered she had to meet Jacob.

Bella rushed down the empty hallway and out to her truck. Her old rusty truck. But she loved it anyway. She sped, well as sped as fast as the old truck would take her to the Quileute reservation where she was meeting her old friend Jacob. She knew him from when she had spent summers here with her dad when she was younger. Charlie and Billy, Jacobs dad, were good friends, so Jacob was always around at her house. Bella pulled the truck over in the parking lot beside Jacob's Rabbit.

"You're late!" He smiled as Bella jumped out of the truck. Bella smiled back as she took in Jacobs new look.

"Your hair! Why did you cut it?" She exclaimed, reaching up to run her hands through his short, spiky doo. Jacobs hair had once been just as long as hers, maybe even longer.

"It's so much easier this way. What? You don't like it?" Jacob put on a mock sad face toward Bella which made her laugh.

"No, no! I love it. It actually makes you kind of… sexy." Bella kicked herself internally for blurting her words out again. Jacob smiled his bright white smile against his russet coloured skin. This was the first time Bella had really looked at Jacob properly. Well, it was maybe because she hadn't seen him in over two years, but he had definitely changed.

Jacob and Billy had gone to live in Texas with Billy's father. He was battling cancer and needed all the help he could get. Even though Billy is in a wheelchair, he done everything he could to help him. Sadly though, after a long battle, Billy's father died, and that's why Jacob was back now. This was also the reason that Charlie had gone fishing, to catch up with Billy.

Bella took in Jacobs posture. He was taller, and had more muscles. In fact, when she looked closer, she could actually see panes of his broad chest, the outline of his abs through his tight fitting t-shirt.

"Hey, creepo! My face is up here." Jacob laughed as Bella's head snapped up to look at his face.

"You've grown." Was all she could manage to say. Jacob only smiled and nodded as he threw a large arm around her shoulders and started walking towards the park.

Jacob and Bella walked around the huge park for an hour. Talking about what Jacob went through in Texas, and how Bella had been coping with Forks since she moved here for good.

"Okay, so since you're here anyway, can you do me a huge favour?…" Bella confessed.

"O..kay…" Jacob waited for her to continue.

"Well I'm having a few friends over tonight, and I was going to just steal booze out Charlie's liquor cabinet and face the wrath when he gets home, but since you here, and you're looking so…old, could you, pretty please, buy the booze…please?" Bella twisted her hands together, hoping that she didn't sound like and idiot as she rushed all her words together. Jacob looked at the shop and then back to Bella with a stern look on his face. Then he cracked a huge smile and laughed loudly.

"I'm younger than you!" Jacob exclaimed.

"Only by a few months! But trust me, you don't look 17. Now, are you in? There could be a drink in it for you…" Bella tried to persuade Jacob.

"Hmm…" Jacob held his hand to his chin and walked to his car, pondering with the idea. He opened his car door and sat in the drivers seat, shutting the door behind him.

Damn. Bella thought as she watched him start the engine. Jacob rolled his window down so that he could look at Bella in the eye.

"I'm a sucker for a party. Meet me at the shop in Forks… They will all knew me here on the rez." Jacob had reversed his car and was speeding out of the parking lot before Bella had even a chance to think.

"IT'S NOT A PARTY!" She called after him, knowing it would do no good. She stomped to her car and slipped it into reverse. The truck made its usual groaning noise as it reversed but soon she was on her way. As she drove towards the little liquor store in Forks, her phone beeped. She knew she shouldn't text and drive, so she slowed the truck down to 25 so she could read the text.

You're taking forever, so I just made my way to your house. Don't worry, I let myself in, you still keep a key under the eave. – J

Bella smiled slightly at Jacobs' intuition as she put her foot to the ground and sped toward her house. When she finally arrived there, she parked the truck and made her way inside. She was welcomed by the smell of pizza.

"Micro pizza," Jacob said as she walked into the kitchen "the best kind." Bella laughed and put her school bag on the worktop noticing the brown bag beside it. She peeked the top, looking at what Jacob had bought.

"TWO bottles of Jack and TWO bottles of vodka?" She exclaimed. That was a lot of hard booze. Bella didn't usually drink much as it was, never mind strong spirits.

"Bella, you cant have a party if you don't have the basics." Jacob explained as he was scoffing his pizza.

"It's NOT a party!"

"Wow. Chill out, Bella." She took a few deep breaths.

"I'm calm." She admitted as she took a seat, realising that they didn't have to drink all the booze tonight.

"Okay, now stay calm," Jacob held his hands up in front of him and this time it was his words that were rushed, "okay, I'm sorry, I thought it was a party so I've invited a whole bunch of my boys up tonight, and I've promised them a party." By now Jacobs hands were almost covering his face. Miraculously, Bella stayed calm and took in Jacobs words.

"Okay. Well then, you'd better help me get all of the breakable stuff upstairs into Charlie's closet."

Okay so I cut this chapter off kind of soon because its late but I really wanted to upload tonight, so next chapter will be whats going on at the party.

Please review, they inspire me to write more :)