1. I've Just Met Two People Who Are Definitely Creepy

I starred out the window, as I left Phoenix. The window was cracked open, and the warm breeze blew my hair around my face. I was wearing a bright orange tank top, the one Phil- my mother's husband, otherwise known as my step dad- had bought me as a going away gift. I wasn't all that into orange tank tops, but Renee, my lovely mother, said it was a good farewell gesture and that Phil would be proud to see me wearing it. A thin jacket was slung over my legs, and that was as good as I was going to get to warm clothes. In the Olympic Peninsula, there is a miniscule town named Forks. In the northwest Washington State, Forks is found under a cover of dark, gray clouds, rarely to allow the sun to break through. It rains more, here, than any other place in the whole United States- and I come to think that it rains just as many much drops of water as the amount of sprinkles a little girl wants on her birthday cupcake.

It was from this dark, gloomy, and insignificant town that I was born, and lived until I was only a few months old. Renee seemed to have scurried out, with barely a loving goodbye to Charlie. And even though I was sent to spend a torturous month with my dad every summer, I never got used to the rain or the cold. I never wanted to move to Forks, but apparently now I "wanted" to go to Forks, now I "wanted" to get away.

When Phil finally pulled up in front of the airport, my mother had shot out of the car, and pulled me out with her. She showered me in kisses, and hugged me tightly. "Have fun while you're there," she said to me, tears bubbling over her eyes as she hugged me tightly once more, "Tell Charlie I say hi, and make sure you make lots of friends. Oh! And call me too!"

I smiled. I loved my over protective mom, and I believed that Charlie would be a good change for me. Or at least, I forced myself to believe that. "I will Mom... don't beat yourself up about it. I love you..."

She kissed my cheek and let go of me and pulled Phil over who was, so secretly sobbing behind the car, seeing his own stepdaughter leave. I smiled, and hugged him to. "Bye Phil. Good luck at training." I got up on my tiptoes and pulled his ear to my mouth. "And make sure you take care of Renee, if you don't, I'll bite your arm off, which intentionally means you won't be able to play baseball. More than likely, for the rest of your life."

I could see his face, it was covered with fear, but he knew my sarcasm. I let him go, and grabbed my bags. I entered into the airport, and my loving mother, and her husband were gone. I was off on my own, at least until I would arrive in Port Angeles four hours later. And anyone would be able to guess, that I dreaded the morning flight to Washington, more than anything in the world.

"So..." Charlie started, his arms wrapped around me in a strange, yet strong hug. "You look just like you did 3 years ago." He picked up my luggage, and began to walk with me, our arms linked together.

I raised an eyebrow, and started to walk with him. "I don't... know what to say. Thanks though… compliment or not. So anyway, it's great to see you... Dad." I put on a fake smile, and let my face glow like an angel towards him.

He smiled, "It's great to see you too Bells. How is Renee?" Charlie paused, and then added, "And Phil?"

I blinked, stunned that he would ask about his ex-wife and the new guy. "Fine, I guess. Traveling a lot."

After taking my small amount of luggage to the trunk, he opened the car door for me. I sat down, and buckled my seat belt. He started the engine, and tightened his hold the steering wheel. He sped out of the airport, eager to get us to lunch. We didn't talk at all on the way to Forks. That was one of the things I liked about Charlie, one of the many few things. He didn't ask many questions, and he didn't want or seem to need to know the essential, "The Need To Knows."

He pulled into a diner, which looked completely unfamiliar as far as I was concerned. I zipped up my jacket and got out. "This place new?" I asked him, trying to start a relatively kind and father-daughter type of conversation.

"No." He started, opening the door for me, "This place has been around since you were little. Guess you don't remember those things. You haven't been here since you were 10."

We both sat down, and opened up our menus. The waitress brought us our drinks, and once she walked away I whispered, so softly I was sure he couldn't here me, "Guess not."

I had a sandwich, and took one bite and decided that I wasn't hungry at all. It tasted good, and I willfully ate the whole thing, trying not to disrespect the restaurant. My dad ate a pot roast, with baked potatoes and green beans. He ate like a horse, yet he kept the weight off. I started to worry what he'd eat at home. Not that it mattered. He ate slowly, and I wished that he would eat faster. I, and excused myself for a moment, and went outside. The sun was high in the air, and I was glad to see that it wasn't raining. In my whole life, while being at Forks, never did I see the day when it was sunny. Nor, do I care to remember. I sat down on a parking lot block, and watched as two handsome people, a man and perhaps his son, walk out of the Clinic. I shook my head. Boys... never got to far in life with them. Jacob Black was the only boy in my life that had ever stuck around. We emailed each other, after I visited when I was 10. We were close, even when we were babies. Apparently, we'd drink out of each other's bottles. And I knew that must've made our parents mad.

The older man looked over at me, and smiled. Just then, Charlie- the Chief of Police, otherwise known as my dad- walked out, and waved at him. He had blonde hair, and the most perfect nose. He looked 28, though I'm sure he was much older. However, when I shifted my eyes to the other guy, he was beautiful. Gorgeous. His hair was tousled, and bronze. His eyes were deep and golden; his skin was pale, though he wore all black. His eyes bore into mine, and my head started to pound. Charlie pulled me up off the ground, and said, "Doctor Carlisle, this is my daughter Isabella... But she likes to be called Bella." He shared a glance with me, and then continued. "Anyway, Doctor, she just flew in from Phoenix... her mother lives there. She's come up to visit me for a while… Oh, and Bells, this is Edward. He goes to high school here, but not on the reserve where you'll be going."

I didn't much care, but said, "Hello."

I shook Doctor Carlisle's hand, yet he wore gloves, which was probably a good idea, considering I could see my breath floating around in the air. Charlie invited the doctor back to the diner for coffee, even though he had just drank two bottles of beer, which I was pretty positive wasn't good. Edward stared at me, and the pounding in my head only worsened. It seemed like he was in pain, his eyebrows were furrowed together in confusion, and a strange expression crossed his face. "Hello Bella..." He said, almost grimacing.

"Hi..." I replied back at him, I stared at the ground, slightly poking at it with the tip of my boot, kicking a small pebble around.

"So..." He started, his voice was icy and cold, "You're from Phoenix."

I blinked. "Yes... It's a great place. So much warmer, and its sunny almost everyday. I miss that place already, along with my mom and my step dad. They both are... really good." I should have said great, but I didn't. I wasn't necessarily lying, but my parents were awesome- all three of them. And I loved them; they'd always be first in my life. I decided to stop talking, for I barely knew this Edward Cullen, and our introduction to each other was quite sketchy. Charlie's best was sketchy.

"Oh... why did you move here then?" Edward asked me, as he took a seat on the cement block, his hands dangling between his legs, his hair shifting in the wind.

He asked a lot of questions, didn't he? I'd rather just sit there in silence, and watch the minuscule amount of cars drive by, but no, we must always talk. "My step dad is a minor league baseball player... he travels a lot. My mom wanted to go with him, and I just... well, I wanted to come live with Charlie." I forced out, I tried not to sound as if I had lied, though I was sure that he had noticed the uncanny look that had crossed over my face. It came out so smooth however, I had began to start lying to myself, and I think it was taking a toll upon me.

"So why don't you go to school up on the reserve. I mean, it sounds cool. Lots of people there… maybe even more people there than here… in Forks." I asked him, twirling my hair around.

"I don't know." Edward replied, shaking his head. He did know he didn't want to hurt my feelings. I could read him, like he was a book. It was so simple, now he didn't hide anything from me… but I had the strangest feeling that he would start keeping secrets from me. Well… if we ever became friends. "Guess I just don't like the people there."

"Oh." I replied, and just then, my hands flew up to my forehead, rubbing it in a circle. "Ow." I whispered under my breath. A pain so strong flashed through my head, and a white, opaque light filmed my eyes. I knew that it was a bad headache, but I never got headaches. Must be Forks… I always knew there was something wrong with this place. Now I had substantial proof.

"Are you alright?" Edward asked, sounding convincingly alarmed, though he probably was just putting on a show.

"Yes." I looked at him, from under my lashes. "I'm fine." I rolled my eyes, and stood up. I tried to find Doctor Cullen and Charlie in the diner, but the tinted windows allowed me to see nothing but my own reflection.

Edward almost squinted at me, and tugged at my coat. He pulled me towards the clinic, and I was extremely confused. "Let's go. I'll get you some medicine."

We practically ran over to the Clinic. Edward was very fast, and very strong. He threw the door open, and quickly walked to an office. Apparently trying to hide any evidence of my headache… For of course the Doctors would become concerned, and sooner or later the Chief of Police's daughter would be in the hospital for nothing more than a little headache that had come up so suddenly. I groaned.

"Here." He said, pulling out a green bottle of Excedrin. "Take one of these. The patients say they work." He pulled off his coat, and took mine away too. The office was hot, and I was glad that he could read my mind, begging him to hang the coat up in the open closet that was in the corner of the room.

"I'm sure they do. It's not like you've never had one." I said sarcastically, taking the bottle from him quickly. I twisted the cap off, and almost threw it at the wall. "This is ridiculous. I said I was fine." I glared at him and then swiftly turned around to the sink.

I turned swiftly around to the sink, and then our arms touched. "You're right. I've never had one."

I spun back around and looked at him. His arm was freezing, and even I, wasn't that cold. Now I looked at him in confusion. "Your arm is so cold." I stated, scowling at him. "Are you sick?" Of course when you have a fever of some sort, you are said to be sick. Especially when you are in a room as hot as this. It must've been 70 degrees in there, but I wouldn't complain. Maybe Edward should take care of himself.

His eyes shifted from left to right. He said nothing, and then I took a step closer towards him. "Are. You. Sick?"

His eyes looked alarmed, and he answered me. "Yes... I'm very sick." He coughed, and covered his mouth. He grabbed a tissue from Carlisle's desk and waved it in front of him. He blew his nose, and that told me that he was lying right away. He was a good actor, but again… I could read him like my Biology book.

"You don't look sick." I said, as I took a Dixie cup and filled it with water. I swallowed the pill, and gulped down one more glass of water. Charlie and Carlisle walked in as I did this, and I tossed the Dixie cup into the garbage can. "And if you were, you wouldn't be here… Helping me get better. You'd be in the hospital trying to get better yourself. At least, that's what any smart person would do." I said sarcastically. My temper was rising and I found this whole idea of Excedrin ridiculous.

"Come on Bells, it's time to go." Charlie said, pulling me along.

"It was nice to meet you Bella." Carlisle said, smiling as he shook my hand once more. He patted my back, and handed me my jacket. I roughly put it on, and looked at the both of them.

Charlie escorted me out the door, while Edward stood solemnly still in the doctor's office. He didn't say goodbye, so I put my best foot forward. "Bye Doctor Cullen." I looked at them, and just to be nice added, "And Edward."

Five minutes later we were zooming down the small main road in Forks. We were going to go see Jacob Black, who I would be spending the night with. My dad had a big case to finish up that night, and I was supposed to find out some information about the school on the reserve that I'd be going to. Plus my dad didn't want me to be alone. When he stopped at the light I asked him a question I was almost exceedingly positive he didn't know the answer to it, but I asked him anyway. "The Cullens seem so... strange."

"Bells... I don't know much about them, but I wouldn't say that if I were you. It's not very… kind." Charlie cut in incredulously, as he drove past the light. Shoot, my mom had given the "Make Sure Bella Doesn't Get An Attitude While Up In Forks" talk with my dad.

"I know, but let me finish... Edward and Doctor Carlisle act so strange. I don't know what it is"

"Listen Bells, I don't know anything about them. So we should just stop talking. I just know the Cullen family doesn't get into much trouble."

"Yeah. Right." I regretted the snub instantly, when Charlie abruptly stopped in the middle of a dirt driveway. A red house sat 50 feet away, and the woods were a beautiful background for the scene.

"Here we are..." Charlie said, as he opened the car door of his cop car.

"We are...?" I asked, and then remembered I was going to the Black's house. "Oh yeah... we are."

A pretty familiar looking boy came running out of the house, his long black hair flying around. He ran to me and picked me up. He spun me around and hugged me tightly. "Bella!"

I was confused; yet I was sure this was Jacob and smiled too. "Jacob! Oh my God, you've gotten... huge."

He set me down, and poked me in the arm. "Thanks? It's been forever since you were 10." He said with a sarcastic tone in his voice. "How are you?"

"I'm pretty good, kind of creeped out by some of the people I've just met."

Jacob took a step back. "Oh... so I'm creepy."

I ran at him and punched him in the stomach. It was hard. He had abs. I drooled in my mind. "Yea you're creepy man! You're like 5'10, and you tower over me like I'm a shrimp."

He laughed out loud. "You are a shrimp! And I'm 5'9... I've going to be 6'4 though. I bet you can't wait till then… can you?"

I started walking towards the house, and Jacob carried my luggage. "Actually I probably could wait."

We were best friends again, and even though we hadn't seen each other since I was 10, it seemed as if we had never been apart. I loved Jacob, though not in the way that other people might like him. My head was spinning at the rapid events that had just happened. It was such a strange conversation I had had with Edward Cullen, and I was glad that it had been replaced with a cheerful topic to my liking. However I had a feeling that Jacob's impending "demise" towards me was coming quickly, and that'd we'd be hanging out a lot more than regular friends would. I was excited to know that I would be staying with him, so excited that Charlie had left without even a goodbye.

"Here Bella." Jacob said, as he handed me the laptop. I had a few things to "catch up" on, and researching Edward Cullen on the Internet was one of them. I wasn't planning on stalking him, however I was hoping to find him somewhere on FaceBook. I knew he wasn't famous, so it wasn't like I would find much.

"Thanks." I said, as I turned the slow thing on.

Jacob plopped next to me, and he raised an eyebrow when I typed Edward Cullen on the Google Search box. "Edward Cullen?" He teased me. "Is he your new boyfriend?'

I ignored his smart remark, and answered boldly for I was hoping that Edward would be the last person on my boyfriend list until I figured out why he would lie to me in such a way. It seemed pitiful that I would obsess over such a pathetic topic, but Edward made me curious, and Carlisle did too. "As a matter of fact," I started, pressing enter on the keyboard, "No. Edward isn't my boyfriend, nor do I want him to be. He creeps me out; I met him at the Clinic up in Forks today. You know him?"

Jacob coughed and smiled. "No not really. I've seen him… around."

When the search finally loaded, there was one link, a link that I was not expecting to find. Sadly, it wasn't going to help me find out where Edward lived, or who he was, but it did say one thing that was curious to me. Edward Cullen the first survivor of the Spanish Influenza: 1917. I looked at Jacob. I was utterly shocked, and he gazed back at me for a long moment before he finally smiled at me and said, "I think we should go eat now…"

I nodded, shutting the laptop, without even closing the window. "Okay."

He pulled me off his bed, and took me by the wrist, leading me away from his room. I sat down in the kitchen, and turned around to get something out of the fridge. But I saw the look on his face, the one that he had been trying to hide. The look that showed love towards me, and the look that everyone had. The expression of knowing something that someone else- who doesn't know about it yet- wants to know. And in this case, Jacob knew something about Edward Cullen, and I would have to figure out what that was.

It wasn't just because Edward bothered me; it was because my feelings for Jacob were strong, even in the couple hours I had been reunited with him. I loved Jacob, and I knew somewhere in him, he loved me too- and if I hit the right button, I would figure out what I would need to know. One day, I'd drive into Forks and confront this, "Edward Cullen" but until then I would remain quiet and not Google him anymore.

Jacob set a plate of spaghetti in front of me. "Bella… let's eat. I've got someone you should meet."