Chapter 1 ride of our lives

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POV: Bella

"Jeans, jeans, jeans, jeans, jeans, jeans…." I muttered as I stuffed my jeans into my bag.

"BELLA! GET DOWN HERE!" Charlie bellowed.

"Okay dad!" I called.

"Isabella!" He said.

I grabbed my suitcase and lugged it down the stairs. Me and my father were going to see my best friend Jasper. Me and him. 5 hours of sitting next to each other in business class. I will use my ipod, once that dies I will resort to books, Charlie will sit watching a movie on the back of the seat in front of him. This is what I call torture.

I reached Charlie and he took my suitcase from me. Who said chivalry is dead? I giggled when I saw my dad struggle with both our suitcases, and took mine back. We were taking a taxi to the air port so that no one would have the burden of driving us.

"Ready to see Jazz, Bells?" Charlie said once we were settled in the car.

"YES! I am so excited!" I said.

Of course I'm ready what on gods green earth could be stopping me? Nothing here in forks can stop me. I have been friendless ever since Jazz left. Besides Mike, he's been a bit too friendly. Oh Mike how will I live without him for a week! Ha-ha yeah right. I laughed and when Charlie looked at me strangely, I blushed.

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We were at the gate to our plane and Charlie was showing the Lady our tickets.

"Um.. sir? You know you and your daughter are on different ends of the plane." The woman said.

What? Its bad enough having to sit with a silent Charlie, but with a talks-too-much stranger, much worse.

"What? No that cant be we are both in business class." Charlie said.

"Yes, you are, your daughter on the other hand is in first class." The woman said getting quite annoyed.

"Dad, first class? Can you afford that?" I whispered to him so I didn't embarrass him in case the answer was no.

"Bells as much as I love you, I didn't buy you first class," He said to me then turned to the ticket checking lady "I think you messed up our tickets I will talk to the people in my daughters seat and tell them the misunderstanding. Thank you for your time." Charlie said and rushed me into the plane.

We waited by my dads seat. He was tapping his foot from impatience.

"Dad we will figure this out," I stopped dead in my tracks, their was a beautiful man walking toward us, his eyes were gold and his hair was perfect he was in his 30's maybe 20's and he looked like he stepped out of an Abercrombie magazine. But something was off. He was white. Pure white, not pale but like paper, only he didn't look sick, just beautiful.

He stopped in front of us. He shook our hands. Cold. Extreme cold ran through me from one touch. I shivered.

"Hi my name is Carlisle." He said, his voice was so perfect.

"Charlie. This is my daughter Bella." He said trying to act tuff and cool. It wasn't working. He looked worried and intimidated.

Carlisle saw through it and smiled. I smiled at him, and he gave me a look, a look of true compassion and understanding. I didn't understand his look, but I smiled at him and he returned it.

"I think I have your ticket." I said.

"And I yours." He said.

"Yes well here is your ticket." I said.

"No I want you to sit in first class." Carlisle said and slipped into my seat. Charlie and I shared a glance as Carlisle put in headphones.

"Bella go." Charlie said.

"No dad, I will sit here you go." I said.

Charlie glanced back at Carlisle "I want to get to know this guy. He looks interesting."

"Ok dad. Bye." And I headed on up to the top. First class.

"Oh Bella?" Said a perfect voice.

I turned "Yes?" I said to Carlisle.

"My son will be seated next to you. He seventeen. His name is Edward. I think you will get along just fine." He said.

"I'm seventeen too!" I said smiling.

"Good. Off you go." He said smiling.

Now I was headed on up to first class. As I stepped into the aisle I saw the number of my seat and saw a young beautiful boy sitting on the chair next to my seat number. Edward I assumed. He had ear phones in so I walked up to him and taped his shoulder.

"AHH!" Edward screamed and jumped out of his chair completely shocked he pulled his fist back and slammed it into my face. Ow. I saw his face filled with apologies and then I smelled the blood. My nose was bleeding. I started to fall and when the hard ground should have came and where it should have been were soft warm arms. Unlike his father.

A/N In this story Carlisle and Esme are vampires. No one else. Please READ AND REVIEW! Thx! This is my first fanfiction so ideas welcome!

_-allieEC