This is my first attempt on Edward/Bella fanfic so be nice. Reviews will be helpful!

Disclaimer: I owe nothing whatsoever. All goes to the brilliant Stephanie Meyer

I have come to terms that my life is plainly boring

I have come to terms that my life is plainly boring. Despite my dad's over protectiveness, I live in a pretty normal town called Forks.

Well, okay, Forks is a nice place to live. Rain all week and a little of the bright sun once in a couple of years. What could be so wrong with that? Of course, I have grown to live with it. I've lived here all my life with my grandpa Charlie (He doesn't like to be called that). Although, he's protectiveness over me is too much. He never lets me out after eight or else. Trust me, you don't want to know about the else part. Dad is the head of the police department and rather the oldest out of all. I've been telling him to retire and I'll find a job. But, no, I think my dad is the most stubborn old man ever.

I came down to the kitchen for breakfast after my long period of deciding whether I should wear a blue or a light blue top. Dad was once again attempting to cook breakfast for me. I've told him many times that I am able to prepare one myself, but once again his stubbornness comes along. Not that I really care if he cooks, but his coughing has been progressing badly and he's been refusing to visit Dr.Cullen for his own sake.

Ever since I was little he's been holding a grudge towards Dr. Cullen, but I can't find a reason why. Dr.Cullen and his family are one of the nicest (and richest) families here in Forks. I could never imagine anyone holding a grudge towards them. Anyways, may I remind you that he's so stubborn it really gets on my nerves?

"Dad" I called over the kitchen while waiting for my breakfast. I could hear a slight cough coming from the kitchen. I knew he would try to hide it from me.

"Yes, Annie"

"Why don't you like the Cullens?"

"Not again Annie"

"Dad…I'm just concern. That's all" I said in a soft tone. "You're not doing so well"

He walked off from the kitchen carrying a plate of umm…something I don't really know. It looks like eggs, but the formation of it is really weird. He placed it in front of me, and then kissed my forehead.

"I'm fine, Bell…Annie" He trailed off. "I don't need to see the doctor. Believe me, I'll get better. It's nothing serious"

"But Dad..."

"No Buts. Not eat your breakfast before it gets cold"

I couldn't let him down and tell him his eggs or whatever it is might not be edible for any kind of human. So, I picked up my fork and scooped up a little of it. I gave him a faint smile as if I approved of his cooking. It was salty. And that's not the worst part; I realized from the taste that they weren't even eggs. They were something else.

"It's great, dad. But what is it?"

"Oh it's a little experiment I made up on my own," he said in a proud voice. "I thought I can make you something special for this morning."

"Oh thanks" I said weakly. I set my forks down and gathered up my books. "Mind if I save it up for tomorrow? I need to get going or I'll be late"

"Yeah sure. I need to get going as well." He kissed me on my forehead one more time and I headed for the door.

"Wait…it's a little chilly outside. Why don't you put on a jacket" He said just before I reach the handle of the door.

"But dad…it's almost summer" I complained. Here we go again with his father instincts.

"Annie"

"Fine…" I gave up. I can never win against him. I stormed back to my room and grabbed the first jacket I can reach. I walked back to the kitchen to see Dad attempting another try on his famous dish.

Don't forget your keys

"I have my keys, dad"

I rushed to my truck and closed the door behind me. I couldn't get my mind off the face Dad gave me before I left the house.

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-Lay