Chapter One

Moving to New York has always been a dream of mine, the bright lights and the people providing an interesting contrast to the small town of forks I had inhabited for the past eighteen years of my life. Not that's its a bad town to live in. Forks is very...picturesque you could say. Quaint. It's only a small town, with about three thousand residents living there, not including the reservation near La Push although it doesn't make much of a difference.

There is not a lot of sun, mostly hidden by heavy clouds full of rain that threaten to burst open and drench you. I could not tell you how many times I had been caught in the rain on my way home from school before I got my beloved truck. It was dreadful.

My umbrella couldn't be trusted at the best of times. Sometimes it wouldn't open, sometimes it wouldn't shut when I did manage to open it. Sometimes it turned inside out and I couldn't return it to normal until I had gotten home. So you can now see why I am glad I got a car for my sixteenth. Well a truck. But I love it really, even though I will no longer have an opportunity to drive it. No point really. New York traffic and all. So I would be leaving it here in Washington. Sad face.

But I was moving away from that scene, I didn't even think twice about it. Once I opened my acceptance letter from Columbia, I knew I would be packing my bags and heading of to live with my older brother Emmett. Now that I can't wait for.

There is quite an age gap between us, him being 24. but those eight years difference didn't stop us from being super close. I looked up to my big brother, the jock, the class clown, the best guy I knew apart from my dad. When I moved up to high school, for the first couple of years I was known as Emmett Swans sister. That kind of made me popular, only because he was such a rising star.

Basketball was his thing. And he was amazing at it. He was tall – towering over all of us, even dad – surprisingly fast and has the best aim imaginable. He was also super built which meant that you didn't want to run into him as he was running down the court dribbling the ball as he went.

He was amazing on that court. Still is. He's now point guard for the New York Knicks so I would be getting to see him play every chance I could. I would also be sharing an apartment with him. You know, to cut don on collage costs. It also eased dads mind a little that I wouldn't be in the city alone, or having some strange boy in my room without everybody knowing. I'm beginning to wander if I'm ever going to be independent.

Oh well. I would be able to hand out with my 'Emmy Bear' as I love to call him. It annoys him a little. But also gives him licence to call me 'Jelly Belly' whenever he sees me. Even in public. Yes he often feels the need to embarrass me. Isn't he nice.

I stepped off the plane at JFK, picked up my luggage with no hassle and walked through to the pick up area. I didn't expect to see Emmett here after he had had such a hard day at practice. In fact, he was still supposed to be at practice hopefully running drills that would make him pass out. Now I love him. But after a pane ride which started with my mum crying hysterically as I left – she is so melodramatic sometimes – then being stuck in-between two men who couldn't give me enough leg room, I didn't need to hear Emmett shouting everything. Sometimes, he can be very loud.

So I was very surprised to find him standing like a body guard in a Yankees cap and sunglasses waiting for me at the gate. It was quite funny watching people trying to figure him out, if he was famous or not. But he just ignored them and ran towards me, pushing through the crowed gently to get to me.

"Belly, Belly Belly" he shouted towards me as he scoped me up in his iron grasp and started to squeeze the life out of me. At least he didn't have a huge sign this time that had been covered in glitter. I'm not sure what happened to that. Nor do I want to know. I just want a nice shower.

"Emmy, Emmy, Emmy. Why aren't you at drills?"

I asked as he threw me over his shoulder, grabbing my duffel bag and my hand-held luggage making his way towards the exit. I travelled light by a girls standards. Well by any standards. I didn't own much, only a couple of tops, some skinny jeans, regular jeans and several pairs of shoes. That is all I need. And I survived.

"because I have an awesome coach who just loves me"

"He wanted to get rid of you for the day didn't he" not many people could handle Emmett's constant sunshine

"no he didn't" Emmett sounded like he was pouting "Coach loves me"

"Just like he loved the dead rat in his draw, or the mousetrap ion his bag or maybe it was the fact that you actually managed to set him on fire then knock him out with the fire extinguisher."

"Don't try to change me Bella. I'm am who I am and who I am is awesome" when he put me back on my feet I could feel all the blood that had pooled in my head rush back down, making me feel a little light headed.

"now that is logic I can't argue with"

Throwing my bags into the back, he shut the boot of his hummer – Emmett liked it big, and with the money, well he kinda now had the opportunity to. Lucky him – and got into the divers side of the car. I got in next to him.

His car was a tip. Old MacDonald packets were littered around, as well as soda bottles and potato chip packets. Not even mentioning the CD's. Some were on the floor, waiting to get destroyed by someone's feet, some where sliding around the dash bored. What can I say, Emmett liked his music. Always had.

"Where too my lady" he joked in his fake British accent

"Home Geves" I laughed as he started the car, throwing it into drive. Music started blasting through the speakers as we took off. Amazingly it was something I could more then tolerate.

Paralyzer by Fingers Eleven. Now I don;t like heavy music usually, going for more of a classical stuff like Debussy and Mozart. But this I could stand, even in my tired.

I was soon falling asleep in, quite exhausted so it didn't even bother me when Emmett started to sing. It was good, because the usual two hour journey back to Brooklyn – yeah my brother in the Upper East Side of manhattan? I don't care how much money he earns, we both know he wouldn't fit in – seamed only about ten minutes long. Which was good for me.

Soon enough, Emmett was gently shoving me awake. I could see his building – he didn't own the building, one of his friends did apparently. He just lived in the top loft – standing proud.

"What cha think about it Bells?"

"It'll do"

"It'll do. Is that all the thanks I get for even offering you own loft"

"My own loft? Emmett what the hell are you talking about?"

"I may have brought you a loft" he whispered but I could still hear him. I hated when he brought me anything, even if it only cost $2. but a Loft? Really?

"Well, I didn't think you would want to live with me cause you know, but you got the one above mine. We all chip in a bit, and I know the landlord so your rent is fantastic. Seriously it's not like Edward even needs the money"

I could just about function without this, but now all I could do was give up. "Fine Emmett, tonight you win. But it's going to look awfully empty with only me and my two bags"

he handed me a key, which I didn't want to take. But I did and made my way into the building. It was seriously nice in here. Like something you would find in Manhattan, but a little more down to earth fitting in with the Brooklyn scene. I loved it.

The guy at the desk -Felix Emmett said his name was – tipped his black hat – which I loved – towards the two of us

"hey Emmett man"

"Felix, Bella. Bella Felix" I nodded my head towards him, slightly eager to get into my new home. Even if it didn't have a bed yet.

"Pleasure to meet you miss"

"You too Felix"

"Night Felix"

"night man"

we got in the empty elevator, slotting my key just like Emmett showed me. Fancy. Soon we were moving up, and I was falling asleep where I was standing. Yea, I was tired.

As soon as the bell dinged, I was up, jolting awake. I followed Emmett through the doors. Straight in to the living room. Which was fully furnished. I was going to kill him in the morning.

I hugged Emmett at the elevator "I love you Emmett. But it don't need all this"

"You might not need it, but I want you to have it little bit. You mean a lot to me, and you haven't had a lot of change to have nice things."

"I don't deserve you Emmett"

"Yes you do. Now get some sleep, before I have to carry you to bed"

"Night Emmy Bear"

"Night Jelly Belly. And don't forget, I'm right downstairs if you need me"

"I know"

so new story :D so many ideas, need to get them down :) tell me what you think about this one

Ellie xx