Memo: HEY!! I haven't been on in so long! I'm just trying this to see how it works- it won't be a long fic, not longer than 5 chapters IF I get enough people telling me to go on

Background: After Edward left in New Moon, Bella moved down south to Florida to live with Renee. She gets a teaching job, six years later in Montana. Unexpectedly, she reaquaints herself with someone she's tried to forget for too long.

Bella's View

It was just like any other day, an average day at work.

I had moved away from Renee a while ago, living in good 'ole Lincoln, Montana.

It made me delirious to wake up every morning, laughing bitterly at the world. 6 years later, I chose to get a job in sunless, shitty Montana? A stupid teaching job in Montana?

Who the hell even lived in Montana?

And no doubt, August 20th. My first day.

6: 45, I turned to look at the clock. Shit, I thought, I was already late.

Swearing, I jumped out of bed, running to the bathroom. I didn't even look at myself, moving right to finding a stick of gum to cover up my breath, and searching through my basket for a ponytail.

Shaking, I grabbed my brush besides my mirror, trying to detangle my hair- trying not to look up. No need to look up, I told myself again, no need to see it again.

Throwing on a red sweater- skanky, I knew, but hopefully enough to make the boys leave me alone-, and a quick skirt, I ran out the door, jumping in my newly painted Chevy truck.

Ha, I snorted, my eyes turned to the radio, as always...no radio there anymore. No need to remind myself, I knew.

Looking up to adjust my mirror, I gulped. And here, everyday, it was the same picture...a stupid, stupid teenager who was still growing up, getting ready to start worrying about wrinkles in a few years.

A stupid, plain teenager with no boyfriend, no friends, cut off from her family. Who the hell would want a life like that?

Sighing, I started backing up again, there was no point trying to reason with my current predicament. All I had to do, I told myself, was build a future. A future with someone besides my gold fish.

Good ole' .10 goldfish, I thought, at least she still stayed with me.

Trying to avoid thinking about anything, I started driving towards school again. A good 40 minutes away- no doubt, I couldn't even afford the area where I worked- and continued on Highway 93.

Here I was, I considered, a recent University of Miami graduate who had gotten the easy way out of actually becoming something, by choosing to be a teacher. I laughed bitterly, the average expected income of people from my school was up in the 80's and 90's, and here I was working in the 50's and just stopping at a teaching degree?

Renee, once I had moved in with her, taken all necessary precautions to keeping me busy- my mind on important things was all that mattered, no doubt. She had enrolled me in Suncoast High, I thought bitterly, the third best public school in the nation, and I was working a stupid teaching job in Montana?

She was disappointed when I left her, no doubt, but she understood. She knew how I didn't like it there, how the sun only bothered me, and how after leaving Forks I only preferred dark, gloomy days...

And while I... "SHIT," I swore out loud, my gas tank was empty! Quickly swerving to the side, I fought the urge to cry. I didn't even have signal here. Stupid Montana, I choked.

Gulping, I started considering my options:

1: Hitch hike (result: death)

2: Go outside and walk (result: getting fired on my first day)

and

3: Say hello to the stranger standing outside my door

Result:

"Um..." I began uneasily, "Can I help you?"

"Lady," a guy no older than 5 and 20 chuckled, "you're the one who looks in need of help. Don't worry," he held out his hands, laughing at the thought, "I'm a mechanic, and you look new in the area. What's the problem with your car?"

"Um," I started, not caring what Charlie would have thought of this, "I'm kinda out of gas, and really late to work."

"Gas?" he chuckled. "I've got tons of extra gas in my car, I'll fill her right up for you," he smiled, moving back to his own truck. It looked just like mine.

Amazed, I stared at him in wonderment. I'd always heard of bad stories, some random guy offering to help a lady stuck on the highway...the lady being found weeks later, scattered in the woods. But I really didn't care, he could have done whatever, and no one in this blasted area would even care.

Besides, he looked honest too- not dashing no, notlike him, I shuddered, but definitely not bad.

"Hey," I heard myself squeak while he was filling my gas tank, "how can I pay you back for this? Gas is like at 5 a gallon, and you're like filling my tank to the top," I smiled uneasily, "I-"

"One sec," he muttered from behind, holding up a finger. "All done."

Putting the jug back in his car, I watched him flex...wow..., and then watched him walk back to my window. "Well," he shrugged, walking back, "if you could let me take you out tomorrow night, a dinner and a movie Miss- I'm not asking much-, consider us repaid."

Mike, shit, I thought, another Mike. Just as I was about to refuse, he suddenly reappeared in my thoughts. I wouldn't let him control my life, I shuddered, his face trying to emerge in my memory...

"I'd love to," I tried smiling, grabbing a pen from my dashboard, and scribbling my number & address on his hand. "Thanks, Mr..."

"Harvey," he finished, "Harvey Dent. And you are?"

"A woman on the run," I shrugged, laughing, and took off. At least that was true.

Once my engine started up, I laughed and waved back. All of a sudden, I really didn't know how, I was suddenly at ease. You know? When you feel like screwing yourself over and over again, and then some random stranger smiles at you, and asks you how you're doing? And then you feel like you're just a little kid again?

He had that type of smile.

Within 15 minutes, I was giggling, not knowing what had taken over me. Here I was, arriving 40 minutes late to a class which I taught, with a bunch of stuck up juniors and sophomores, and 5 minutes left until the bell rang.

And I was laughing. Shit, I thought, someone asking me out had this kind of effect?

Shrugging, I grabbed my briefcase from my car, and walked in, entering room 201 on the left side. Looking up, I sighed, thanking God my boss wasn't here, and the kids were talking quietly with each other- too tired on their first day of school.

"Sorry I'm late," I said loudly, stepping into the room. "It won't happen again," hopefully, I thought," I'm Ms. Swan, and you're all enrolled in Biology 101. This is a two semester class," I continued, looking through my briefcase for papers to pass out, "and I do plan on teaching you a hell lot of stuff," I laughed, starting to pass out the intro to the class. "Questions?"

"Yeah," one kid said, raising his hand. "You look new Hon, mind if I show you around?"

I laughed, remembering how we'd reviewed this question in college all the time. "Sorry dear, I'm taken," and smiled brilliantly at him. "Any other questions?"

"Yeah," a quiet voice chimed from the back, "by who?"

Stuttering, I looked up. Emmett.

Emmett Cullen.

The bell rang.

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