Coincidence, Fate, Bad luck

Chapter 1- Coincidence

Bella P.O.V

Great. I'm stuck on a plane for five hours on my own with nothing to look forward to. The only thing to keep me occupied is my iPod, my most valuable item. I love my iPod, it's basically me in song version. At the moment 'When' by Shania Twain was playing. Alright, so only some of the songs link to me but I like this song. I've never had a boyfriend, and to be honest; I don't want or need one. I watched my best friend, Rebecca, get torn apart because of her boyfriend and I don't intend to be in the same position anytime soon.

So here I am, sitting on a plane with some strange man almost dribbling on my shoulder; on my way to the most boring town ever. Forks, middle of nowhere, population...10. Up-side, I won't get lost (hopefully). Down-side, everyone will know that I'm coming and that I am the daughter of the chief. I left my Mum back in Phoenix to come and live with my Dad, Charlie. Both of my parents have recently married but my Mum, Renee; and her husband Phil are a bit too all over each other in my opinion. I mean, don't get me wrong they're a great couple, but it's not something you want to see, especially if it's your Mum!

God, I hope Charlie and Sue are better. Sue's my new step-mum, I haven't met her yet but my Dad likes her and that's all that matters. That's another reason I decided to come to Forks, I thought it was about time I met her and her son. Emmett, I think his name is. He's my age and apparently a good laugh. Sue has also got two other children, Leah and Seth; but they are away. Seth, who is 19 (a year older than me) is at college and Leah, who is 21 is at university. So this means that I won't have to share a room and that there are two less people I have to pretend to be enjoying my time in Forks too. Don't get me wrong, I'm looking forward to seeing my Dad it's just the place. In Forks it rains three hundred and sixty four days out of the year, and it's so green that I'm going to end up forgetting what any other colour looks like.

The lights went on to tell the passengers on the aeroplane to fasten their seatbelts. Well, this is my stop. I gently push past the dribbling man and grab the couple of bags I had brought from above his head. However, my clumsiness decided that I couldn't have one moment where I don't drop something or trip over my own feet. One of my bags was falling and heading for the dribbling mans head. I tried to make a grab for it but my reflexes failed me... again. I closed my eyes waiting for the thud and the yell of surprise, but it never came. I slowly opened them again to see the man still dribbling away (Yuck!). I made a disgusted face and then remembered my bag. I turned around looking for it and my eyes met the most beautiful emerald green orbs I've ever seen. WOW! Standing in front of me was the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. No, he was beautiful. He had a very bone structured face and his lips were amazing, And his hair. He is the only guy I can imagine that can pull off his hair. It was such an unusual colour, a coppery-bronze, and it looked like he had just jumped out of bed, yet it totally worked! He was wearing a pair of dark fitted jeans and a tight fitted black top that showed off his great body. He looked like a God!

Edward P.O.V

I have been on this fucking plane for five hours and it was finally my turn to get off. I jumped up and nearly ran into a stewardess. The same stewardess that had been walking backwards and forwards down the aisle and giving me excited winks and smiles for the last few hours. She was hot, but the typical girl with waste length blonde hair and bright red lipstick, and to be honest I was getting a bit bored with the 'typical girl'. I mean sure, they're great in bed and they know how to have a good time, but sometimes a guy just wants something different, you know? Not that I'll find something different in Forks... Come to think of it; there wasn't anything different in Italy (where I went for my summer holiday) either. I apologised to the girl and, put on a polite smile, and gracefully walked away holding my bags in my hand, without looking back.

I was walking down the aisle when I spotted a brunette a little way in front of me. She was turned at an angle but from what I could see she had brown hair that ended somewhere between her shoulders and shoulder blades. It came down in loose ringlets in a sort of 'haven't bothered' look. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans that showed off her ass and a light blue, long sleeved top. Nothing special, yet I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

I carried on walking as she reached up to get her bags from the compartment. As she stretched to reach them, her top shifted slightly to reveal he flat stomach. I eyed it hungrily, hoping to see more. Her small, delicate fingers closed around the handle of her bag and she gently pulled it down, but as she did; she pulled her other bag that was sitting on top of the first one down too. She tried to catch it before it fell on to the man that was sitting next to her but missed it. I speeded up my walking for the last couple of steps and ended up next to the brunette, catching her bag with my free hand at the last second. I brought it to my side and looked at the girl standing beside me to see her eyes closed. I took this opportunity to look at her face. She had a light complexion; in fact she was so white that she looked like a ghost or an angel. Yeah, an angel. Alright, I'm exaggerating a bit, but she was very pale. Her lips were a natural crimson colour and they looked so soft that I was tempted to kiss her right then but I didn't think that she would appreciate kissing a stranger (even though it's me!) and I didn't fancy getting slapped. She slowly opened her eyes looking confused. Her eyes fell on the sleeping man she must have been sitting next to earlier and the confusion left only to be replaced by a disgusted face. My eyes never left her so I have no idea why she looked like that. The confusion came back as she turned her body towards me, probably looking for her bag which was still in my hand.

Her soft, brown eyes found mine and they widened slowly. I pulled my mouth into a lopsided grin that I knew girls couldn't resist. I was right; as her eyes slowly left mine and drifted down to my mouth her breath caught in her own. Her eyes ran up to mine and she blushed as she realised I had been watching her.

CRAP!

The blood that came up in her cheeks made something else come up in my pants. That's never happened before. I've never been so turned on before so fast! She gave me a small smile, turned around, picked up her bag and started walking away.

"Wait!" I shouted.

The brunette turned back around facing me and I was glad to see that her cheeks weren't as pink as before (although my pants were still very tight). She bit down lightly on her soft, crimson lips looking unsure.

"Yes?" She asked.

I smiled at her. "You forgot your bag." I answered, holding it out to her.

"Oh." She looked down at the bag and slowly reached out her free hand to take it from me. As she slipped her small fingers around the handle, her hand brushed mine. Soft. Her hands were so soft.

I let go of he bag and she smiled gratefully at me, then turned on her heel and walked carefully down the aisle. I watched her sexy ass go with a big grin plastered over my face.