A/N: Like many of you I'm guessing, I recently saw the Twilight Saga: New Moon film and was more taken by a certain character than in the books. Hence, I was totally inspired to write this story. It's a bit different from the norm, but I hope that you will like it anyway.

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight, is it wrong to want to own Taylor Lautner?

Bella Swan's bored. She's bored and she's distractedly picking at her manicure and resentfully counting the dollars she's now depositing onto the lush thick piled carpet at her feet. So far she's wasted roughly sixty bucks, and she's only been sat here for five minutes, five long torturous minutes, waiting for that bloody door to open. How much longer can they be? It's only a stupid car, right? She'll just buy another one, maybe this time she'll get the custom pink Hummer H2 she's had her eye on.

The door flings open and Bella stands, stretching out the creases on her Gucci pantsuit. About fucking time, she thinks, picking up her clutch and waltzing past her father. She perches on the edge of her daddy's desk and scowls at the damage her nails have been subjected to as a direct result of tedium. Angela will just have to re-do them this afternoon, she'll call in right after she's cleared up this little misunderstanding.

Charlie Swan stares at his daughter frowning at her hand as if she hasn't got bigger issues to contend with. He knows he's let her run rings around him since her mother died, and that maybe she hasn't been as disciplined as she should have been, but when you lose your wife and almost lose your daughter on the same day, you tend to let things like that slide a little. They become far less important than having your little girl for one more day.

But, enough was enough and things were going to change, and boy isn't she in for a shock.

Bella's head snaps up as the door slams.

'Daddy, there's no need to give me a headache as well…'

'Bella, quiet.'

She watches her father's face as he steps around his desk and sits in his chair.

'Take a seat Bella.'

She doesn't like his tone of voice one little bit. He hasn't spoken to her like that since before, well since before that day.

'Da-dd-y…' She elongates the word sweetly, but Charlie cuts her off.

'No Bells. This time you went too far. People could have been killed.'

Bella giggles and presses her palm to her lips exaggeratedly. 'Oh daddy don't be so dramatic, it was just a bump.'

'JUST A BUMP?' Charlie slams his hands on the desk as he stands. 'Have you even seen your car?'

It was true there was less car and more scrap metal and torn fabric left to her red candy V6 convertible Ford Mustang, but she'd driven that car for at least a month. Anyone would be looking to get their next ride anyway, just this time she wouldn't be able to trade it, so what?

Bella bats her eyelashes a few times and flashes what she hopes is an appropriately apologetic smile, apparently this time Charlie needs a little reassurance, but he doesn't give in like he normally does and tell her to 'hop along angel and try to stay out of mischief.' Instead his face becomes increasingly darker at the same rate his knuckles become whiter.

'Bella Swan, what the hell were you thinking?'

She summons up last night and the hazy pictures that constitutes her memory of the worst party this year, and probably her hottest lay.

Jessica had been whining on and on about going to this dumb jock's house, and trying to hook up with him, under some false pretence that he'd asked her to go because he fancied her. Bella hadn't the energy to explain how he'd winked and licked his lips at Bella when he'd leaned in to ask Jess.

She'd only rolled her eyes in response and mentally turned down the invite. It was pathetic how much Jessica cared what these losers thought of her, they would never amount to anything and Bella couldn't wait to leave them all behind to their miserable existences and rot in Forks. She had no intentions of staying here long term, it wasn't even her choice to come in the first place. The glittering lights of the city beckoned, and as soon as she got the friggin chance she was out of here.

They'd arrived late, by Bella's insistence and definitely not Jessica's desperation to get to James before he fucked some other teen hottie lining up for his attentions.

She parked her newly valeted Mustang across the street and let Jessica drag her up the pathway to the only house pulsating with people on this block. Bella frowned at the mass of bodies lined along the hallway. God she hated socialising with these reprobates, sitting around pretending to care what they were actually saying to her, it was so below.

In the kitchen, James was stood on the table chugging a bottle of beer, his raised arm caused his t-shirt to lift and reveal a washboard stomach Bella almost approved of. Maybe, she thought, whilst scanning the room for other potentials. As usual it was the same loser guys that frequented every party she'd ever been to since she moved here two years ago. Nothing ever changes in Forks.

James spotted them and jumped off the table, landing clumsily at their feet, and showering Bella with spilt beer. Ew gross, she was definitely never wearing this dress again.

'Hey foxy ladies! We've been waiting for you.' He picked up two paper cups half filled with warm beer, wavering slightly as he offered them. Jessica embarrassingly blushed deeper than the crimson Herve Ledger mini she was attempting to wear and took the cup; Bella sighed in despair and stared at the ceiling. Who did they think she was?

'I only drink champagne or clear spirits.' She said slowly, as if talking to a child. Jessica practically spat out the mouthful she was gulping and nodded the same. Bella rolled her eyes and walked out.

'Hey Bella! Come join us babe.'

Bella recognised his face from some other party. She winced at his over-familiarity but strolled over to their group regardless, the guy might be a loud-mouthed arse but from what she recalled he definitely knows what else to do with his tongue.

The next few hours passed in a blur as bottle after bottle of sub-standard champagne evaporated, making everything nicely hazy, just the way Bella liked it. She would like to experiment with more chemical substances, but her dad being the chief of police kind of put a dampener on that kind of activity.

This is where her mind turns to Polaroid snaps. Jessica irritating her, someone's hand on her thigh, dark brown espresso eyes, more champagne, James leaving the sofa with Jessica, replaced by dark russet skin, pearly white smile, soft lips, more champagne, cool air, heated kisses, large hands on her breasts, her hands on rippled muscles, undoing buttons, mouths open, his tongue on her nipple, her mouth on hot skin, his hands thrusting her against him, rubbing herself on flesh hard as steel, her hand wrapped around him, his fingers dipped inside her, moans, hard kisses, bodies quivering, quick clean up, bathroom, vomit splattered sink, hers? James trying to kiss her, Jessica yelling, russet skin, more champagne, not the same guy, oops, truth or dare, keys, top down, in the back, wind in her face, so many stars, stop the car! on the cliffs, sea is calm, hands around her waist, bright lights, loud crunch, sirens, and now, pretty much, here.

'No-one was injured.'

'Luckily for you or you would be facing a lot worse I can tell you.' Charlie sits down, runs a hand over his face and looks straight at Bella. She can tell this isn't going her way.

'Daddy please, I wasn't driving, I haven't done anything wrong.'

'That's not the point and you know it. You were under-age drinking, you lied to me about going to Jessica's for a sleepover. You let some guy drive your car, leave it in the middle of the cliff road so someone else could smash it into tiny pieces. You are lucky to be alive Bella and so is everyone else you were with, and you're grounded.'

Bella stares open mouthed. Charlie has never grounded her. 'Till when?'

'I haven't decided young lady. Till you can prove you're trustworthy.'

He is serious, she realises quickly, and pulls a few tears out of the bag.

'I'm sorry Daddy, I'm not myself right now, since mom died…'

'Bella, that might have worked a year ago but I aint falling for your tricks this time.' He watches her face fall and almost gives in.

'But I have to go shopping for a new car?'

His resolve strengthens and he starts tidying papers on his desk. Somehow he'll get his Bella back. 'Already did it Bells. It's right outside.'

Bella hops up excitedly and runs to the window.

'I can't see it Daddy, is it the custom pink like I showed you?'

'Not quite.' He replies, thinking of the garish super shiny monster truck his daughter had pointed out on TV the other day. 'It is a truck though. Come on I'll show you.'

An excited squeal escapes Bella's lips as she watches her father pick up a bunch of keys and shrug on his jacket. She tenderly places his hat on his head and kisses his cheek. She knew it couldn't be all bad, her Daddy still loves her enough to buy her the best. Her new suede ankle boots clack satisfyingly expensive against the tiled flooring and everyone's head turns towards them. She loves being the centre of attention, and for good reason, she's skinny, beautiful and has a trust fund the size of most people's dream lottery win. Her lawyers had done an excellent job in getting a settlement fee as large as they had, enough to pay for the reconstructive plastic surgery on her face and keep her in Jimmy Choos for a long time to come.

She practically skips behind her father across the parking lot, eager to see herself surrounded by all that chrome. Jessica is going to be soooo jealous when she pulls into school on Monday, wait a minute, where is Jessica? Did she not come with us in the car? Oh well, she'll get over it. Oommph…

'Dad these are real suede, you could have warned me.' Bella says as she peels herself from her father's back and curses loudly.

'Bella, this is your new truck.'

Her eyes lift from where she's rubbing at the toe of her boot and focuses on the monstrosity before them. Words fail her.

'I know it's not what you're used to Bells…'

'Not what I'm used to? This is a frickin joke right?' Her heart sinks as Charlie shakes his head.

'Fraid not sweetheart.'

'Then I don't want it.'

Charlie grabs her arm as she makes to flounce off. 'There is no alternative, you either take it or go without. Those are your choices Isobella.'

She snatches her arm back and huffs noisily. 'I'm not driving that…that thing!'

Charlie leans in and retrieves the keys from the ignition. 'No you're right about that. You're going to fix her up.' Bella's eyes widen, her mouth forming a wide 'O' 'With help of course, every Saturday until it's like new.'

Bella half listens to her father droning on about learning to be responsible and the value of money blah blah blah, and pictures herself sunbathing on the grass whilst some oil streaked hottie, fixes her truck, with his shirt off, of course, flexing his well developed muscles and working up a sweat. They would have a dirty, steamy affair in his workshop and when her brand spanking new truck was finished, she could get back to her party life and the quest for stardom. It's perfect, perhaps Daddy isn't so silly after all.

'Ok I'll do it.' She interrupts and flashes Charlie a beaming smile. 'You're so right, I need to learn to appreciate things, take an interest in the beautiful, dirty side of life. I'll do it. When do I start?'

Charlie looks at his daughter in confusion. He'd have sworn it would've taken a lot more persuasion than that to get her to go along with this, but maybe he's been wrong about her, maybe she is more grown up than he gives her credit for. 'Next weekend. I've booked you into the Black's garage, Jacob will be helping you.'

'Jacob Black?' Bella screeches. 'No way! He's a little boy and he has a hu-ge crush on me! It's too gross, he's like family! Get me someone older, more muscled, more…experienced, god anyone but Jacob!'

Charlie chuckles as Bella stomps away from him, fury kicking at her heels. That's more like it, he thinks to himself, poor, poor Jacob.