Summary: AH/AU. Bella's mom, Renee, got in a car accident while going on her date with Phil, her current boyfriend. Because of this, Bella is sent to live with her rich, police chief father in Forks, Washington. Much to her dismay, she's forced to go a party at her neighbor's home where she bumps into—literally—the most genuine, gorgeous guy there.Will sparks fly? Or will trouble occur?Crappy summary, crappy title, I just hope it's better than it sounds. All usual pairings. First Twilight fanfic.

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, do you really think I'd be writing my own little fantasy's about it? I think not.

I'm reading blond jokes, they're hilarious. I even saw Jacob's mirror-at-the-bottom-of-the-ocean one from Breaking Dawn. :D Haha. I think I should put a joke at the end of every chapter...what do you think? XP

Chapter 1

Bumped Into Love

Song – Gotta Be Somebody by Nickelback

Bella POV

Mom is going out with Phil again tonight. It's the forth time this week. It's not as if I don't like him or anything, because I do, really, it's just that he's all my mother talks about these days. Phil this, Phil that. Every other word I hear out of her mouth is, of course, Phil. 'Aw, flowers, Bella! He gave me flowers! He's so sweet.' 'Oh honey, I hope you find a man as great and wonderful as Phil!' 'Phil's the one, I'm sure of it!' I'm happy she found someone she loves who verily treats her kind, but it's getting quite annoying.

I don't think I'll ever be able to fully comprehend how girls can become so obsessed and in love with a guy. I mean, it's just a guy. Us woman are strong and independent; we don't need a man to make us feel that way. Especially since most of them are worthless scumbags and just want to get in our pants.

I've never had feelings for a guy before, and I don't think I ever will. No guys—or girls, for that matter—pay attention to me, the shy, nerdy, plain Bella Swan. I understand why though, I'm not a very interesting person. I'm honestly quite boring; my idea of a fun time would be picking up my tattered copy of Wuthering Heights. If I were to ever date, which is highly unlikely, I'd want it to be someone like Heathcliff. Passionate, mysterious, dark... I could do without all the cursing though.

"What do you think of this, honey?" I was sitting on my mother's bed, helping her pick out an outfit for tonight. As of why she asked for my opinion, I had no clue. I have no taste in fashion, so it doesn't make much sense. My theory is that she started feeling guilty about spending all of her free time with Phil and wanted to make up for it.

She walked out of the bathroom in a baby blue silky loose halter top that tightened from elastic at the bottom. It brought out her shimmering blue eyes, and her dark skinny jeans made the blue pop even more. Her short, brown hair was down and wavy. She was—is absolutely beautiful. Not that I would tell her, but I've always been somewhat jealous of her looks. Guys practically throw themselves at her, unlike me where guys seem to flee at the mere mention of my name.

"You look great mom." As usual, but I didn't feel the need to add that. She must have noticed the partially bitter tone in my voice, though, because she gave me a look that asked "Did I do something wrong?" but she didn't act upon it, which I was thankful for. But she really did look absolutely radiant, and it almost looked as if she had a certain glow to her. I made my voice sound more enthusiastic and complimented her once again. "Really, you do, mom. You look positively stunning; you should definitely wear that. Phil won't know what hit him."

She grinned and walked over to her bed, gave me a quick kiss on my forehead, and said a soft thanks. "I'm going to go finish my makeup. If Phil comes, will you answer the door for me?"

"Of course, mom, you didn't even need to ask. I'll do anything for you." I whispered the last sentence. But the thing is, she doesn't know what exactly it applies. My mom is my best friend, my other half so to speak. I don't know what I would do without her; I would die for her. She's the one that keeps me sane and living. She brought me in to this world, and I'll take myself out for her. Simple and easy as that.

When she went back into the bathroom, I laid down on her bed and started counting the popcorn kernels on the ceiling. I got to sixty-seven when the doorbell rang. Phil's here. "I'll get it!" I yelled to my mother. I think I heard her yell a thanks, Bells, but I was already out the door and running—or should I say tripping?—down the stairs and to the door.

"Hello, Phil. Come on in," I smiled. Even though he looked a little nervous, which I have no clue as of why, he smiled sincerely right back at me and through the door and into the house. "Mom is just finishing getting ready. I'll go tell you you're here."

"Thank you, Bella," he smiled again, showing his dimples that made him look even younger than he is now. His blue, piercing eyes were filled with anxious excitement.

I informed my mother that Phil was here and she said she would be down in a minute. But since I know my mom all too well, I told Phil she'd be down in about ten. Possibly even longer, knowing her.

He thanked me again, and, after I offered for him to, sat down on our yellow couch. It was a bright, sunshiny yellow. Mom thought it would bring us cheer every morning. I felt as if it did anything but. It's just a little to standout-ish for my liking, and definitely not something I would pick out for myself.

I stood in from of Phil feeling utterly awkward. Mom usually answered the door always dressed and ready, so I didn't know quite what to do. Do I start a conversation or offer him something to drink or just let him be?

Being as he was in my house as a guest, I felt obliged to say something, anything. I just didn't know what to say. But torturing ourselves with small pointless small talk would be better than torturing ourselves with silence.

I hadn't needed to worry on how to start the conversation, though, because it was Phil who began it. "May I speak with you, Bella? I'm glad it was you who answered the door, because it's something rather important. And I think Renee would suspect something if I asked to talk to you before we left."

Since I'm a loser and became dumbfounded—though in my defense, I don't know what could be so important that Phil needed to talk to me about—I merely nodded in response.

"It's about your mother..." he trailed off, unsure on how to begin. "This is usually something you would ask the girls' father, but—I love your mother very much, Bella. I love her more than life itself, and I want to spend every waking moment possible with her. So, with your permission, I would love to ask for Renee's hand in marriage? I know we've only been together a few months, seven to be precise, but I know she's the one. She has to be, otherwise life would have no point. I love her; she loves me. And we both want to spend the rest of our lives together, and we've been discussing marriage anyway. I just didn't want to go too fast, ya know? But I realize with Renee that's nearly impossible. I have to act fast, otherwise some other man might try snatching her away from me. Especially since she's go-go-go all the time, that crazy, fantastic woman. And I wanted to make sure you were okay with it first, too."

I realized my eyes widened sometime during Phil's little "speech"—it's not a speech, I know, but I have no clue on what else to call it—but I don't know why. It's not as if I wasn't expecting it sooner or later, what with mom's talk about him being the one. And I like Phil, I could see him as my step-father.

How fast he said it was what shocked me the most. It was all in one breath. I had a feeling his "speech" would have been even longer if he didn't need oxygen in his lungs to survive. It was the most I've heard him say at one time. You wouldn't believe it, but he's extremely shy. Even shyer than I am, and that's a very difficult task to fulfill.

Phil face became any more nervous and I realized I haven't said anything yet. But what should I say? I might as well say something, though, anything would work. "Um, my p-permission? To marry my mother?" Phil nodded slowly and his face had become even more anxious, if possible. It looked as if he was about to faint. "Well, uh, you didn't need to ask me if it was okay, but, um, but I like that you did?" It came out as more of a question. "O-of course you can ask her."

Phil grinned from ear to ear, making him look like a little kid who was going to meet Santa for the first time. It was then when mom walked into the room. Phil and I both looked to her and he spoke before giving her a little kiss, "Hey, babe. You seriously look fantastic. Are you ready?" Absolutely was her response.

Once my mom told me to have fun and to not wait up for her, they left.

I still couldn't believe Phil was going to ask mom to marry him, and he was most likely gonna ask her tonight. It was just so surreal. It was also something I wasn't looking forward to, because then it meant shopping. Dress shopping, shoe shopping, looking for a place to have the wedding shopping, just about any kind of shopping you could imagine.

I would also have to shop for a dress, already knowing I would be the maid of honor, which makes it even worse. Because then I would actually have to wear a dress...and most likely high heals. I groaned and rolled my eyes at the idea. Great.

Knowing my luck I would ruin the whole wedding and everyone would hate me. I don't know how I could, but for me, it's very possible.

I went upstairs to change into my pajamas. They're very simple, like my personality. Just plain plaid blue pajamas and a baggy gray shirt. Once I was changed into my bed clothes, I did the rest of my nightly routine, such as brushing my teeth and washing my face.

I then went back downstairs to watch a movie. I decided on Romeo & Juliet, the 1996 version with Leonardo deCaprio. One of my favorites. While the previews were rolling, I went into the kitchen to fix my supper. I decided on regular Cap'n Crunch, I just couldn't resist the deliciousness of it, and I wasn't in the mood to cook something.

As the movie was nearing to an end, I couldn't help but think back to the words that Juliet had spoken earlier, "And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun." It reminded me of mother and Phil, how they will love each other until they become decaying and crippled, how they could just sit in silence and be perfectly content. I can only hope to find a love like that one day...

The thought alone made me sigh. I was never going to find my someone, and I should be able to respect that now, but I can't. I guess it's my hopes that keep making me come back to loneliness and disappointment.

I usually end up waiting for mom to come home, but tonight wasn't a normal night. I decided to let them do as they please and to just go to bed. She probably wouldn't arrive until morning anyway. I was heading upstairs, but before I was all the way up something stopped me.

The doorbell rang for the second time that night, and most certainly the last. I was pretty sure it was my mom, and for some odd reason came home early (and forgot her keys...again). But I kind of hoped it wouldn't be. I was secretly wishing it would be James, the major hottie—not saying that I think he is—at Phoenix Union High School, the school I currently attend. (Though that would never come true because he didn't even know of my existence, and I would probably just end up shutting the door in his face anyway.) But the person behind the door was someone I assuredly wasn't expecting, and someone I definitely did not want there.

I suddenly wished it was my mother.

So I'll be holdin' my breath
Could this be the end?

Gotta Be Somebody by Nickelback

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Happy [late] Christmas! I hope it was as excellent as mine was—(because watching movies all day is severely enthralling). And yes, the happy was necessary. Gotta do it like them Potter folk! (That's what she said). And have a very Cullentastic 2009 new year!