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Song for this story is Lady Antebellum's 'Nothin' like the first Time'
Chapter 01
BPOV
They say that it's okay to cry. That it's ok even to laugh or scream. They say 'go take some time for youself.' Grieve.
Whoever said that was fucking wrong.
God, I have a headache.
I need a fucking drink ... And sleep.
Two fucking days ago, I packed up my life, left my ass of a boyfriend and waved goodbye to LA. I was now officially on my way to restart -or end- my life in this jerk water of a town called Forks, my hometown.
That's right. It's named after a fucking utensil. Whoopie.
Just two days ago, my whole fucking life had been lifted up and tossed upside down. For the worse, mind you, not better.
The morning had started like any other. Showering at Alec's place, because well, he lived closer to my work. Not that he noticed me much anyway. That fuckers was glued to his fucking phone like it had the cure to cancer.
I mean really, how often can you check your Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, MySpace or whatever the fuck it all was. That boy was seriously obsessed. Even during sex, he had to hurry and finish when his phone went off. Talk about a great sex life.
Good fucking start to the morning, right?
From there things could only get better. At least that's what I thought. Boy, was I wrong.
I was an artist. Well, a struggling one but I was one. My grandma sure thought I was good. She had many of my paintings and photos hung throughout her house. She always said I was her golden child. I was gonna make something of myself.
Sorry, gram.
That morning after leaving a phone happy Alec, my boss fired me. Her words 'I wasn't pulling my weight'. What the fuck did that mean? I worked hard, played by her rules and came to work twenty minutes early, sometimes an hour, every morning. I thought for sure, she would have hung some of my paintings or at least photos at her gallery opening the coming week. I guess not.
Fuck her. And her gallery. She wouldn't know art if it bit her in the ass.
After cleaning out my work station, I trudged home, defeated and on the verge of tears.
Settling down on my rutty couch with a jug of Ben & Jerry's, ready to drown myself in self-pity, the phone rang.
Well, who the fuck could that be?
Turns out if was my cousin, Alice, who lives in ... you guessed it, Forks.
"Bella, you need to come home."
"Ali, what is it?" Give me one good fucking reason to go back to that town.
Remember, when I said that my day was gonna get better?
Right. I didn't.
Ali sniffled on the other line, "It's gram." She paused and hiccuped, "Bella, she's gone."
I gasped and fell back onto the couch, the ice cream forgotten and tears streaming down my face.
She was my hero. My saving grace. The glue that held me together over the years. My encouragement. My smile. My sweet grandma Higgs.
She couldn't be gone. It just couldn't be possible.
But she was.
So here I was, on my way to Forks to bury my sweet grandmother and settle her will.
Forks - 40 miles
Dread crept down my spine. I knew what was waiting for me. That's why I hadn't been back in eight fucking years.
But that's not to say that the town was all bad. I had good memories here too. Really, really good ones. A lot of my art inspirations came from this town.
Lost in memories, good and bad, my '98 Corolla sputtered and jerked a few times before it stopped completely.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me?"
Turning the key, I tried starting it again.
Nothing.
I hit the steering wheel with force, "Come on. Start, you stupid shit."
Nothing.
"FUCK!"
Gripping my hair in my fist, I got out and slammed the door shut, kicking it for good measure.
When it rains, it fucking pours
Sighing, I looked up, "Why me? Huh?"
What was I gonna do now?
I had no one reliable in town.
My car was packed full with all my stuff from LA and I didn't really wanna leave it here. Otherwise, I could always hitch a ride to Forks.
Yeah, not fucking likely.
Spinning around, I saw a sign just a few feet back. Grabbing my phone off the passenger seat, I jogged to the sign.
Wheeler Auto Garage
That place still exists? I thought while dialing.
It's ringing, yay.
"Wheelers. How can I help you?" A gruff voice answered.
Score.
"Um ... yeah. I need a tow."
Shuffling of papers could be heard from the other side and then, "Sure. Where ya at?"
Remembering the sign I passed, I answered, "Forty miles south of Forks. Just past the sign."
"Sure. I know where ya are. I'll send my man out there right away. Hang tight, honey."
"Thanks."
That was simple enough. Settling back in my car to wait, my mind wandered back to the first time I had used their service. Or rather when I had to.
"Why the fuck won't you start, huh?"
With the hood open, I stood staring at the engine of my beat up Volkswagen Jetta, like it would give me the answers. My grandma had given me this clunker for my 18th birthday. It was old as my grandma herself, but it was my first car. Why would I complain? It meant freedom.
Checking my watch, I noticed that I was already late for my 'tea date' with Alice and grandma, I cursed my car once more. These tea dates were the highlight of my week. Each week we had one. This was the time I could escape all the drama of my real life. Be myself. Laugh.
"Car won't start?" A smooth velvety voice asked from behind me.
Whirling around, I came face to face with none other then Edward Cullen. Forks own 'sexy as fuck' bad boy. Where I was the quiet, yet smart mouthed geek, he was the bad boy no one dared to cross.
Now here he stood with his cigarette dangling from his full kissable lips, leather jacket with ripped jeans and his signature smirk.
Wait, kissable lips?
Get that thought out of your head now. As in right now. He's so waaaaay out of your league.
Blinking once, I remembered myself, "No, I wanted to know how it would be like posing as one of the pin-up girls you having hanging in your room." I shrugged and pursed my lips in thought, "Nope, not as I imagined."
I gave him the bitch brow as if saying 'are you fucking kidding me?'
The fucker had the nerve to smirk and blow smoke my way.
"How do you know I have a pin-up girl on my wall?"
"I ... um ... what?" The fucker had me there. Damn him.
His smirk grew, "I'm just messin' with ya, Betty."
I scowled, "It's Bella."
"I know."
With his cig hanging from his lips, he sauntered past me to my car, leaning his hand on the propped up hood and fiddling with something on the engine.
Who the fuck did he think...
"Hey, Eddie boy, what are you doing?"
Didn't his momma teach him any manners?
Lifting the dipstick to check the oil, he smirked again even though his eyes weren't smiling, and said, "Edward. But you knew that already."
Of course I did. Everyone did.
"Now what's wrong with your car?"
Leaning on the hood, I watched him work, "Fuck if I know. It just won't start."
He squished the butt of his cig under his boot and went back to fiddling with my car.
"When was the last time you changed the oil?"
"Do I look like a mechnic?"
His head lifted slowly and he raised his eyebrow looking me up and down, "You could be. When was it?"
I did a mental check of my outfit as his smoldering emerald eyes traveled over me.
Daisy Duke's shorts, well not as short, and a red tank top.
Alice would be so proud.
I thought it looked good.
Did he?
Crossing my arms across my chest, I admitted that I didn't know. What I also noticed was that his eyes stayed on my pushed together chest a little longer then necessary.
Boy had no manners.
His eyes widened slightly when he caught me looking at him with my bitch brow and he quickly went back to the engine.
"You know you gotta do it every 4000 miles, right?"
I looked at boy know it all and raised my brow.
His famous crooked grin graced his lips, "Alright. I get it. You don't know nothing about cars."
Sexy boy know it all say what?
I stepped up to him, almost touching his sculpted chest and inhaling his musky yet smoky scent.
I so wanted to close my eyes and inhale deeply. Fuck, this boy smells good ... And works out. Damn.
Keep it cool, Bella. Don't let him under your skin.
"What the fuck did you say? I know nothing about cars?"
He straightened up, towering over me by at least four inch.
Damn, this boy is fine.
Focus, Bella. What the fuck?
The smirk was back, "Well do you?"
I took a deep breath of his intoxicating scent.
What did he ask?
I cleared my throat, "Um ... no?" It came out more like a question then an answer.
His eyes roamed my face, "Thought so. Pretty girls like you don't know about cars."
Did he just call me pretty?
Does he think I'm pretty?
Dammit Bella, that was an insult. How many times do I have to tell you to focus?
Sexy Edward, yep that was my new nickname for him on top of all my other ones, closed the hood and wiped his hands on his smudge covered jeans.
Huh, guess he does work with cars. Why hadn't I noticed that?
Don't answer that question.
Pulling out a cig from his packet, he lit it, inhaled and faced me again, "I'll go get the tow truck from Wheelers. You're out of oil. You're lucky the transmission isn't shot."
He jogged back to his old mustang, yelling over his shoulder, "Stay here. I'll be back shortly." With that he was gone.
Well, who knew Edward 'don't mess with me' Cullen had a nice side to him?
A tap on my window startled me back to reality.
Yelling in fright, I jumped up from my dream like state and slapped my window.
Emerald eyes.
Oh those kissable lips.
That smirk.
Cigarette hanging from his mouth.
Fuck. Me.
Life sure is a bitch.
Or is it?
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