Okay so this is a new fic I'll be working on!
It's going to be a Jacob/OC fic, with a little bit of Bella bashing,
so if you don't like, don't read! Edward is going to remain lovely,
so is my little Jazzy-poo, Allie-poo, Rosie-poo, Emmy poo, Esme-poo,
Charlie-poo and Carlie-poo. I just really don't like Bella. This will be the disclaimer for the whole fic, but I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT OR ANYTHING AFFILIATED WITH IT.

Empty. No, not the plane I was currently on. Me. I was empty. Well, empty maybe isn't the right word. Petrified? Angry? Devastated? Numb? All of the above I suppose. My name Is Lucy. Lucy Swan now I guess. It was formerly Lucy Evans. That is until my mother died of course. Naturally social services got involved, found my next of kin, and shipped me off to them, no more than a mere form of paperwork, expressionless and emotionless. And before you jump to any wild conclusions, my mother didn't die from murder, car accident, cancer, or anything tragic like that. She had a heart attack. Seemingly natural and normal, bar the fact that she was only 35. I never saw her when she was buried- it was a closed casket thing- which I found bizarre. I mean, surely if there was nothing wrong with her looks wise then the coffin would be open, right?Anyway, no sense in dwelling on the past. The grief Councillor back in Canada said I've got to think PAP: Positive and Present. Some motivational bull-crap like that anyway. So now here I am, in the ever rainy Port Angeles airport waiting for my Dad to pick me up. I was an accident I think. Mom got pregnant aged 17 right out of school, had me, and never told my Dad. Now though? I'm being forced to go and live with a man I've never met, and my supposed half sister... it doesn't exactly help that I have the social skills of a retarded peanut, but anyway... It's a new start I guess. Something to look forward to.

I cast my gaze across the gray landscape with miles of people and cases milling about, searching for the ever elusive Charlie Swan, or Dad, as I would now call him. A hand waved in my direction. "Lucy!" A gruff voice shouted. here goes nothing... I made my way in the general direction of the voice and stopped short as I came across him. Charlie. Dad. He looked vaguely similar to me... I could see the complexion and eye colour (blue for the sake of this), maybe the generally slender figure and button nose, but that was where the resemblance stopped. I was so my mothers daughter. Standing at 5"10 gave me a slight height advantage to see over the heads of annoying and ignorant bystanders in my way as my slender figure maneuvered through the crowd. "Charlie?" I asked with a faint and hesitant voice. The man sighed. "Yeah. Well, uh, d'you want me to take your bags? My car's outside." I nodded silently, and pushed my one suitcase forwards. "Is this all you have?" Charlie chuckled, laughter lines appearing at the side of his eyes. I liked Charlie. He seemed kind. I nodded and murmured "Yeah... I never really owned a lot of stuff. I'm not materialistic in that way." He smiled warmly at me, and nodded, taking my case and gesturing to me to follow. My face broke out into a gentle grin and I trailed behind him. We wove our way outside through the throngs of small children and suit-clad business men and women, until we reached a police car. "Uhhh... Charlie? Is this your car?" Oh no freaking way. This is so cool! I've always wanted to ride in a police car! "Yeah... I hope you're okay with it." he sighed and rubbed his neck sheepishly. A smirk stretched it's way across my cheeks. "Are you kidding me? This is awesome!" I chuckled. Charlie merely sighed "Okay..." in a relieved voice, and proceeded to dump my suitcase into the boot. I moseyed over to the passenger door and slid in.

In the rear-view mirror I caught a quick glance of myself: Fiery ginger hair framing my face with a block fringe; crystal blue eyes with flecks of orange lacing through them; pale complexion with the odd freckle here and there and sharp cheekbones creating distinct curves in my face. Some people may think me pretty when actually I truly was average. Neither here nor there. Charlie grumbled his way into the cruiser grumbling something about "Damn kids on bikes". I chuckled to myself. I liked Charlie. he was kind. "You'll meet Bella when we get to the house Lucy. My other daughter..." He trailed off and I nodded in agreement. "Don't worry Charlie, believe it or not I'm actually happy to be coming here. It's a helluva lot warmer than Canada." He snickered and sighed in what seemed like relief, nodding in agreement. "I want you to know something Lucy," he started to say and I could tell the tone of the situation had just gotten serious. I braced myself for the worst. "And yeah it might be awkward and all... Dad-y, but I want you to know that if I had known about you, I would have been there for you... stayed with your mother. I'm uh... I'm sorry. For that I mean. I'm sorry you had to grow up without a dad." I nodded along to what he was saying.

My chest felt tight and my head light. My head was screaming to reply with "But you weren't there were you?! So what difference does that make?!" But my heart had other ideas. I think I surprised both myself and Charlie when I leaned in for a hug, and muttered a simple "Thank you Dad." into his chest. I hesitated as he stiffened. Had I done the right thing? Oh shit, he probably thinks I'm a loony now. However he quickly relaxed and I felt a snug and firm pair of arms awkwardly shuffle around my thin body. He was hugging me back. Thank God. I slowly let go, and leaned across and looked out of the window of the passenger side. Charlie coughed awkwardly. "Should we go?" It suddenly occurred to me that we hadn't even set off from the concrete jungle of the airport. "Yeah." I nodded firmly, and buckled my seat-belt. "How long is the car journey?"
"An hour tops." Charlie said. Oh boy. This would be a loooooong ride.
"Mind if I turn on the radio?" I asked hesitantly. He nodded. "Sure go ahead Lucy. I need to catch up with whatever you youngsters are listening to nowadays anyway!" I giggled into my hand, watching as the grey slowly faded to green as we left the airport. I leaned forward and pressed a button, whilst saying "You're not that Old Charlie!" He snickered himself. "That's what you think!" I let myself relax as the sounds of Panic! At the Disco's 'New Perspective' filled the car.

Can we fast-forward to go down on me?
Stop there and let me correct it
I wanna live a life from a new perspective
You come along because I love your face
And I'll admire your expensive taste
And who cares divine intervention
I wanna be praised from a new perspective
But leaving now would be a good idea
So catch me up on getting out of here

"Is this what you youths listen to now?" He scrunched up his face in distaste. "Yeah Charlie. This is it." I giggled again. "Ugh youths." Charlie sighed. It was then that I finally realized that maybe, just maybe everything would be okay, and I wouldn't always feel like such a freaking screw up... Meh. Unlikely.

OKAYYY, so I hope you all enjoyed that, 'cause I think I'm gonna enjoy writing more of it :* No flames Por Favor :P