Okay, this is a new fic (new to the site but not new to me since I've been working on it for over a year and a half for some ungodly reason) which I've wanted to write for a quite a while and share with you guys. I'm trying not to reveal too much too early on without making it dull so thanks for clicking on in the first place.

I hope that it's enjoyed by all and that if anyone has any questions then shoot!

I promise Bella that I'll call her when my flight lands, grinning as I turn my cell off and board the plane. My mom decided that I was depressed, which propmtly lead to her deciding that she couldn't handle that and it's been way too long since I saw my uncle and Bella. What she really means is that my 'depression' doesn't bring any cash in when it comes to her drinking and/or drugs, so she's not interrested. Her boyfriend was pleased when I announced that I was staying in Forks for the summer, so pleased in fact that he grinned my way and I haven't seen him since. We don't get along so I don't care.

I've never been on a plane before, since when I was a kid we used to drive all the way here, but then my mom got stuck on all kinds of shit until we never had the cash for anything. It took me over ten jobs and four years to get my prized posession -my motorbike- and my plane ticket.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mom, but I can only take so much of her before I crack.

As people pile onto the plane I can't help but smirk down at the book I'm reading as a tall, slightly gorgeous guys sits next to me. No one sits the other side of him. He must notice when my fingers grip the armrests particularly tightly as the plane starts to creep forwards. "You okay?" He asks me, turning in his seat. I notice that he has incredibly blue eyes, framed by glasses that are held together by a small piece of duct tape. Blond curls fall in a mop at the top of his head.

Nodding, I reply. "Yeah, I, uh- Shit, sorry, I've never been on a plane before."

He smirks my way, nodding once. "Well, if it helps at all, I go on a plane every month and can assure you that we're the safest people here." He tells me, smiling down at me. "I'm Fred, by the way."

I look up at him, and God he really is gorgeous. "I'm River." I reply, squeezing my eyes shut while the plane's wheels pick up from the ground, only to slam back down again, doing this at least five times before Fred places his hand over my own.

"Don't worry," He whispers, suddenly his breath is by my ear. "it does this every time." He tells me as it bounces again. This time though, the front end pulls up and we're flying. We're literally flying! Holy shit, this is incredible.

Once the plane's off the ground and we're in the air I open my eyes. Fred and I get talking and even go as far as to exchange cell numbers. He tells me that he's been on vacation with his mom and is going to Washington to see his grandmother for a few weeks, apparently she's quite sick and this may be the last time he gets to see her. I tell him that I too am going to Washington, but to see my uncle and cousin. I tell him that it's pretty crappy at home and I wanted a break. I wonder aloud why we're both okay with telling one another everything and he simply grins at me and replies that it's because we both wear glasses. We laugh together and chat aimlessly for the rest of the flight until the plane lands.

We walk together to the baggage claim area, talking about books and movies.

"It isn't humanly possible for you to have enjoyed reading The Fault In Our Stars!" He exclaims, yanking an enormous grey duffle from the belt, slinging it over his shoulder.

I laugh. "Oh, come on! It's a fantastic book-"

"It tore my heart out." He says, deadpan. "But, I will forgive you for your crimes if you tell me which your favourite book is in the Harry Potter series."

Crap. "I've only read the first three." I tell him, laughing as he gasps in horror.

He shakes his head. "This isn't funny." He tells me, grabbing his bag and opening it before shoving practically his entire arm into it. "Lucky for you," He says, his tongue poking out a little with concentration. "I have the entire set with me." He finishes, pulling out all of the books.

I can't help but laugh. "You're well prepared, huh?" I tease.

He grins down at me, a charming grin as he pushes the books into my own bag. "Read them and mail them to me." He tells me, and I see something flash in his eyes. He really must be the most trustworthy guy ever. I open my mouth to protest, but he puts his finger over my lips and shakes his head. "I know you won't steal them." He tells me confidently, looking with me for my bag.

When I grab my bag Fred tells me that he can see his sister and grandmother, so we say our goodbyes and I head towards the exit. I turn my cell on and call Bella the second I'm outside. "Hey, Bells." I say as she picks up.

"Hey, River! We're here, where are you?" She asks me, excitement and worry clear in her tone. "Oh, wait, I think I see you," She tells me, and the line goes mega quiet.

There is literally no air left in my lungs as I'm tackled from the side, smashed into a stray trolley and squeezed within an inch of my life. "Bells... can't... breathe!" I gasp, surprised at how strong she is for someone only a little taller than me.

"River!" She squeals excitedly, releasing me with a small huff. "God, how have you been? I swear I haven't seen you in like five years or something! Ooh, you've dyed your hair, I always loved your natural colour but this suits you, yeah the black looks good on you. You've got a tan, I'm so jealous! I love your glasses, they've got that retro nerd look, you're rocking them." She talks for America, honestly. I don't remember her ever being this talkative. She's grown since I last remember, she's about five four now.

She yaps on for another minute or so before I notice Uncle Charlie walking over with a tall boy. A tall gorgeous boy. Now, Fred was hot, but this guy is insanely cute, maybe even pretty? I only say pretty because he's got hair that any girl would die for, and he's got plump lips.

I turn my gaze away from the stunning boy that is probably Bella's boyfriend for just that reason. I don't know him so he's not here for me. He's here because he's with Bella, so he's off limits. It's not as if I'd be able to get with a guy like him anyway. I've never kissed a guy before, but since I dropped out of school when I was twelve I didn't really have a chance to be around them. I lost all of my friends when I dropped out becuause I didn't have the money or time to go out with them so they started to ignore me. I'm used to it now though.

Uncle Charlie introduces the boy as Jacob Black, so as he sticks his hand out with a grin, I take it, shake it, and drop it. Jacob doesn't seem at all put out by me dropping his hand so quickly, he merely grins down at me. "So, you're River?" He asks me, I simply nod.

"Uh, I have to go to get my bike." I say to no one in particular as we all begin to walk. (I don't know how this would work so I'll just do it my way) The three of them follow me to the baggage claim for large packages. I hand my ticket and boarding pass to a man with a gun and wait while he disappears through some doors, then comes back a minute later with my ticket, boarding pass, and the key to my bike.

He nods in approval. Tall, handsome, looking at me. Today really is my lucky day when it comes to cute guys. He smiles politely at the others. "It's a neat bike you've got there," He says, his stone gaze softening. "I moved that one myself and can tell you that it's in B Thirteen in the furthest car park." He tells me.

Our hands brush lightly as I take my stuff from him and he grins widely at me. I must blush because he chuckles, going back to his desk.

"If you guys show me where you're parked then I can just follow you out." I tell them, stuffing my key into my pocket along with the other papers. Bella frowns, telling me that I only just got here and should be in the car with them. "It's fine, and I'm mega tired and no fun to be around right now."

"Nonsense, I'll get it in the back of the truck and stay in there. You get in with Charlie and Bells. It'll be cheaper in fuel too." Jacob suggests, his grin warm and calming. Butterflies flap uninvited around my stomach. Crap.

"I'll just go on my bike, it's not bother, and I need to call my brother to let him know I arrived okay." I say, lying slightly. My brother, Nathanial, won't be expecting my call, but Charlie doesn't know that Nate lives in England now. Charlie doesn't know that Nate left me there five years ago, the day he was old enough to leave. Charlie doesn't know that everything's gone downhill since I was last here.

Charlie's gaze meets mine. "You can't drive and be on the phone-"

"I've got a headset built into my helmet. I like listening to the radio and stuff while I ride." I tell him, shrugging. "And you know, if it's my company you'll be missing then I can call Bella." I add, trying to smile good naturedly, but I can't. These are people who I will be around for the next three months, I can't pretend to be happy and up beat when I'm not.

They take anothe twenty minutes of convincing before it's finally agreed that I'll simply follow them back to Forks. We're stopping by the grocery store on the way back because Charlie's pleased about having someone else in the house who eats unhealthily with fries and the like. Jacob says he'll come in with us to grab something for his dad's dinner, but Charlie waves a dismissive hand, telling him that the two of them are coming over tonight for the game. "Who's playing tonight?" I ask as we head towards where my bike is parked. I take my thick glasses off while we walk, wiping them with my shirt.

"San Francisco Forty Niners and the Philidelphia Eagles." Charlie replies. "Eagles are-"

"Gonna lose." I supply. Charlie looks both taken back and betrayed. "Sorry, but Forty Niners have this in the bag."

Charlie shakes his head, sighing. "I think it's for the best that we're not in the same vehicle for an hour or so," He jokes, nudging me while we walk.

"Whoa," Jacob breathes as we approach the line of motorcycles. My bike is one of the few possessions that I have, so to say that I take pride in it is an understatement. It's the most expensive thing I've ever purchesed and the single item that I've spent the most on. The bike itself cost me over two thousand dollars to buy, then I bought all of the gear along with multiple books on the bike type, how to best use it, every single detail I could get on it. It wasn't my first bike since when my father passed on he'd been teaching me about his own dirt bike that he did rallies on. I used his bike to teach myself how to ride, and at the age of thirteen I entered a teen rally. That's how I get enough money to keep my mom's apartment, how I pay for groceries, how I keep me, her and even her boyfriend clothed and as healthy as can be. "Which one is yours?" Jacob asks me, gazing longingly at all of the bikes in the car park.

I follow the lines of bikes until we stand in line B, row Thirteen. "This one's mine." I say, my tone the most affectionate it's been in a long time.

Grinning, I take my keys from my pocket and unlock the chains that I've got through the face of my helmet that wrap around the body of my bike. I shove the chains in my bag and put my arm through where the chains were through the neck hole and face.

By the time we're at the store I've been crying for a quarter of the journey. When I called Nate, my brother, he simply said that hearing about Mom put a downer on his mood and he didn't want to hear about how shitty everything is. He says that when I'm eighteen I can go live with him if I like. He asked how school was going, just showing how little he knows since I dropped out five years ago. He even asked how my friends were. I don't have any friends.

In true Nate fashion though, he ended the call, yelling about how I need to stop my whining and do something for myself. How I needed to leave Mom to ruin her own life, make something of my own.

I made sure to wipe my eyes before parking my bike up next to Bella's truck.

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So, I've been living with Charlie and Bella for the past two weeks, and it's been amazing. Every morning I wake at my usual time of five AM, slip my glasses on and jog round the woods that are literally across the road from the house. I run until half past six then take half an hour to walk back to the house at a calm pace. I then swap my glasses for lenses and use Charlie's old kick bag for an hour, doing sit ups and things like that before showering and eating breakfats with them both.

Since I've been here, Charlie's been taking late shifts so that he's there for us both in the mornings, plus he gets to clock more hours by staying late since there aren't as many distractions in an empty office. So, after breakfast, Bella usually tries to wriggle out of plans with her friends, using me as an excuse to stay home, so I've decided to do something that she'll find boring. Too many people have put parts of their lives on hold to accomodate me, so I'm going to prove to her that she can go and have fun without me dying or something.

Usually it's only me and Bella for dinner so she's been inviting the Black's round. Bella and Jacob end up in one room while I usually end up talking to Billy in another. He's a seriously awesome man. After dinner we sit up and watch crap on the TV for a few hours before both going to bed. Sometimes though -as in once- Bella and I just sat up and talked for literally six hours. Bella told me about this guy that she loves -who sounds a little dickish to me- but he left her. She gets super quiet when she talks about him though, so I told her about the guy that I've been crushing over since I was eight, a guy named Matt. He's tall, dark, and god damn gorgeous. Black hair. Sea green eyes. Russet skin. He scowls a lot, but he makes it look damn fine. He also happens to have just come out a year or so ago as gay.

Part of me feels extremely guilty that my heart lifted when Bella told me that she viewed Jacob as a brother.

This morning feels a little different from the rest. Last night Bella went to the movies with Jacob and a friend, but I said that I had stuff I needed to do. She's been calling Jacob all morning but hasn't gotten an answer. I don't know why that bothers me, but it does. Maybe it's abandonment issues, after all, my father died, my mother became a junkie, my brother left for England, and every other member of my family hasn't made an effort to speak to me for five years.

Bella left me here ten minutes ago after I got out of the garage from training, telling me that she was going for a drive. I let her go, knowing that she needs to be alone.

My feet pounded the floor as I sprinted through the woods earlier and everything felt weird, off even, and later two of my knuckles split when I was throwing punches, and I pulled a muscle in my stomach doing crunches too fast. Anyhow, it's time for breakfast.

I don't bother with a shower, simply slipping my glasses on and going straight to the kitchen. Every time I open a cupboard in this house it's full. I can't remember that last time my cupboards had more than enough for two days in them. This place is like heaven to me. They even have a TV, a DVD player, they've got an XBox. Everything.

Shucking my father's old FBI hoodie, I open the refridgerator, taking two eggs, milk, and cheese. When I was a kid my mom would tell me that the reason the rest of the family didn't talk to us was because Dad had done better than Charlie as a cop since Charlie was a small town police chief and my dad was high up in the FBI. Being as high up as he was wasn't what got him killed, but cancer did. No one told me until his funeral. Everyone else knew. But, when they told me, all I could think of was the one time when I was five that he came home at six in the morning, battered and bruised, and while everyone else fussed around him, he put his FBI sweater on me, put me on the counter top and made me scrambled eggs, telling me how much he loved me.

Even as a kid I never had the heart to tell him that I didn't like eggs, scrambled or not, but the way he'd smile when he'd made us breakfast made me shovel eggs down my throat so damn fast. I'd have done anything for my father, and God knows I'd do anything to get him back.

A deep thudding on the door grabs my attention. I spin round, leaving my food on the counter top as I run to the door, yanking it open. "Oh, hey." I say, somewhat awkwardly as I come face to face with "Jacob." I state. "Lose your phone?"

His usual grin is no longer there, but instead drops to show a blank face. "Lose my- wait, what?"

I roll my eyes. "Bella's been calling you all morning-"

"I know, but I couldn't answer her." He tells me, ducking his head in shame. "I've known her all my life, and for so long I used to wonder if we could be more than friends, especially now Edward's gone, but yesterday when I went to the movies with her and that douche, Mike, I realised that she's a sister to me." Why does everyone tell me their problems? I don't care. "I actually came here to speak to you."

Well, I didn't expect that. "Me?" I push my glasses up my nose a little in stereotypical nerd girl fashion. He nods, his smile coming slowly back. "You came to see me?" Again he nods, his smile growing with each second. "Oh, uh, do you want to come in? I'm, uh, breakfast. I don't mean that I'm breakfast, but I'm having some. Cooking. I'm cooking." I say, utterly confused. Gorgeous guys don't want to speak to me, and they certainly don't go out of their own way to do so.

Moving out of the way for Jacob to come in, I can't help but catch the faint scent of motor oil on him as he comes in. I close the door behind him, mentally scolding myself. "So, I kind of came here because I keep getting the feeling that you don't like me, so I just want to know what I've done." He says as we walk into the kitchen. Shit. Okay, so I may or may not have been avoiding him since I arrived here.

"Sorry, I mean, you haven't done anything," I tell him truthfully. "I just- well, I'm no good around guys. The last time I spoke to a guy aside from the dude next to me on the plane was when I was twelve, so yeah, I'm just a little crap when it comes to being a social person."

"Well, I'm a mega social person, so I officially accept the challenge of becoming a good male friend to you." He replies with a huge grin, seemingly unnaffected by my social awkwardness.

I sigh. "Listen, Jacob, I'm not friends with people for a reason, and it's because I'm a crappy friend. I-"

"I'm going to have to stop you right there." He interrupts. "My intentions. I feel like I have to admit to something; and that's that I think you're cute and you're funny, and you love your family fiercely. Things like that make good friend material and I really do want to be your friend, even if it's only for the next-"

"Whoa, whoa, stop. I've already told you that I'm a terrible person to have as a friend. In fact, I'm a terrible person, full stop. You've got Bella and probably countless other people. Like you said, you're a social person, and like I said, I'm not. So, how about we leave it at that and everyone will be better off. Trust me, Jacob, I'm a toxic person." I hate to push him away when he's such a sweet guy, but he'll only get hurt around me. Everyone around me gets hurt.

Jacob sighs and visibly sags. "Fine, sure, but could you help me with something? Bella mentioned you were good with bikes, and she figured since I can fix cars then I'd be able to fix a pair of bikes up for her. I did but she kind of crashed one and I have no idea what to do with it."

"Bella told me those things were your projects together, I don't want to intru-"

"She basically ditched them on me the second they were running. She only did it with me to keep her mind off her ex." And there it is. So he does know she was using him.

Fuck. "Yeah, sure. You, uh, you want anything to eat? I haven't started yet so I can do extra if you'd like." I offer lamely. It's bad enough that I decline his friendship, I should at least be polite.

Like any other teenage boy, he smiles a little at the mention of food. "If it's no hassle." He says softly, nodding. I can't help but smile back, so I turn to ensure that he doesn't see it whilst I crack some eggs.

"Fried, boiled or scrambled?"

"Uh, whatever you're having."

"So, scrambled is okay?"

"Perfect."

Yeah, he really is.

I was hoping to get my first chapter to five thousand words, sadly it's over one hundred shy of four thousand, but I thought this was a nice-ish place to end this one. Anyone have any thoughts on anything at all?

Please please please review! It makes me smile so much and I'm always really nervous posting things.