Don't Go Changing

Hi everybody! This is my first FanFiction and I hope you like it. I know this chapter is not very long, but I was just trying to set up the background and such. I already have a few more chapters finished and they are in the editing process, so fear not, it will get better!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. If I did I'm sure my English teacher would appreciate me a little bit more.

Chapter One

Jacob's hands hover around my waist, never grasping, merely whispering (as per usual) against the soft blue silk that hangs across my skin. He is so overwhelmingly gentle, a boring trait in most men, but something is different about him (or so I thought). There is a hidden strength that radiates from his chest, beckoning me closer, begging me to just wait a few more moments for it to show itself. So I wait. And wait. And wait as he pulls me onto his feet and our bodies begin to twirl across a floor so smooth and clean that I could probably see straight through to China if I looked hard enough. The music flowed around us and I began slipping off of his loafers, hitting the floor with one foot and tumbling into his arms. Bringing me out of my daze, he clears his throat in a manly way, cupping my chin and lifting my eyes to meet his and I notice something peculiar. How had I never noticed it before? As I stared into those black pupils, hunting for that rugged strength, nothing stared back at me. At least, nothing worthwhile. Nothing worth the fourteen years I had spent waiting. Enough!

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Ever since my first memory I have been waiting. Waiting for Christmas. Waiting for my birthday. Waiting for my mother to finally settle down instead of following her latest boyfriend on cross-country trips to god-knows-where-ville. And finally, waiting for Jake to do… anything; hold me, grab me, ravish me, anything but this agonizingly light touching he has been doing ever since we began dating (1 year, two months, and 18 days ago).

So, instead of biding my time until the opportunity presented itself, I decided to make my wants and needs come true; and where am I now? Well, I am on a plane to Forks, Washington.

Why Forks?

My mom flipped with she found out that I had "forced myself" upon Jacob after the homecoming dance.

My father lives there and I was familiar with the damp damask surroundings from various holidays spent visiting my father after the divorce.

And for the record, I did not "force myself" upon him, I merely hinted that I was ready to move forward in our relationship… by jumping him in the car and breaking the zipper on his nice Ralph Lauren pants when I pulled too hard. Then when he got home with his pants around his ankles and his mom freaked out, informed my mom of said disaster. Naturally, my mom took this "cry for help" as a sign that I needed to spend some quality time with my dad until further notice while she followed her latest baseballer to Jackson, Florida.

"We are now beginning our final descent. If you would, please put your tray tables up and return your seats to their full upright position. Turn off all electronic devices and fasten your seatbelts. We should be landing at the Seattle Airport in fifteen to twenty minutes. This concludes our nonstop flight from Phoenix, Arizona to Seattle, Washington. We hope you enjoyed your stay with Alaska Airlines and hope to see you again."

Maybe I should become a flight attendant. Just quit school and take to the skies. You never have to worry about boys and their silly little games because you are busy flying to Paris, Rome, Prague, and every other amazing place in the world. And if you get bored and/or sexually frustrated, you can induct some sexy British hunk into The Mile High Club. It's really the perfect job. Unless the plane's engine fails, and you fall into the ocean and everyone dies. Or if terrorists highjack your plane and you end up trapped in a fiery cage stuck in the middle of Epcot or skewered by the Washington monument… Who am I kidding? I'm too clumsy to be a flight attendant anyways. I'd probably spill hot coffee on some government official in first class and get stuck on a crappy flight from Minnesota to Oklahoma. The only upside to being a flight attendant is fucking the captain. I guess that wouldn't be so bad, but it's just so predictable. What I need is something huge, something I'm so sure about, that I almost pee from excitement just thinking about it. I need something amazing.

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UGH! Where is he? I had been standing by the luggage carriage for thirty minutes and Black haired, mustached sheriff. I called him right after the plane landed. Oh God, what if he… what the heck. Some guy is holding a sign with my name on it. People still do that?

"Hey." I took the sign from his hand and studied it, then looked up to meet the eyes of my chauffer.

He was beautiful! He must have been just north of six feet and his body was art, his skin was so smooth and flawless that it might as well have been marble. I went ahead and assumed that the ripples beneath his cotton tee-shirt were nothing short of sculpted abdomen sent from the gods so that we humans may know what true perfection really looks like. I thought it couldn't get any better until I finally saw his face. Amber-Bronze hair framed his forehead as his jaw curved at a sharp manly angle supporting flawless lips, and green eyes I could look at for years and never get tired of. I quickly took the rather large hand that had been beckoning for a hand shake and the warmth of his touch radiated through my arm creating some kind of fullness in my chest that I had never experienced before.

"Hi, you must be Isabella." No sound can ever compare to that voice. The minute he spoke chills swam up my spine raising the hair on the back of my neck and filling my cheeks with heat. I quickly pulled my thick brown hair out of its ponytail to cover the tomato red blush that was probably glowing from my cheekbones, and met his eyes defiantly in an effort to cover up my obvious infatuation with him.

"Bella." I corrected. "Where is Charlie? I called him after the plane landed and he said he was already here waiting."

"Oh, Chief Swan had an emergency and had to go back into town. I had just gotten back from a trip to see some family friends in Alaska and I told him I would wait and drive you to Forks. I'm Edward Cullen." Edward Cullen. Edward Cullen. Edward Cullen. The name rolled from his tongue so easily. His tongue. No! Stop. This was not the time to be fantasizing.

"Nice to meet you." I stared at him stupidly probably with an idiotic grin on my face. He chuckled a little bit and then grabbed one of my duffle bags from the ground and threw it effortlessly over one shoulder and began walking as I struggled ridiculously with two rather light carry ons.

"My car is the silver Volvo over there in front of the blue Honda." Even his car was perfect. Oh my gosh and that ass. The view from behind is just as intoxicating as the front. This was going to be a very long drive home.

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After he had heaved the last of the luggage into his trunk, Edward slid in to the driver's seat and started up the car, peeling out of the parallel parking spot with textbook skill. Everything was great, small talk and such, until we hit the interstate.

"Don't you think we are going a little too fast?" I checked the speedometer and we were flying past cars at around 97 mph. Something in my stomach churned as we dodged 18 wheelers and pickup trucks and I though I was going to vomit all over the mint condition interior of his car.

"I've driven this route millions of times. We are fine. Plus I have great reflexes, so don't worry." Too late.

"Are you sure you can't knock it down to like 80." He laughed at the thought and sped up slightly, probably on purpose; and about ten minutes later when I thought I had gotten used to the rocket speed he swerved, harshly overcorrecting into the next lane and nearly slammed into the side of a minivan. I screamed at a pitch I was sure I had not hit since I was in preschool and all Edward did was laugh. He laughed at the fact he nearly killed me and possibly himself. He laughed at death.

"What the hell are you laughing at, idiot? You almost killed me!"

"Oh come on, you are fine. Now stop being so ridiculous." Done.

"No you are ridiculous! Who drives over one hundred on the interstate? Who drives over one hundred anywhere? Look around you! This isn't The Fast and the Furious you fucktard!" Goodbye beautiful, you'll never want me after this pretty little tantrum. I looked like a monster. My arms were flailing as I spoke and I could make out spittle that was flying from my mouth as I ranted, and when I was finally done Edward slowed to about 70 mph and we sat in silence the rest of the way home. When he dropped me off at Charlie's house I gave a small thank you as he handed me my luggage and then walked as fast as possible to the door. Once inside I let out a large breathe and walked into the kitchen to face my dad.

It had been so long since I had seen him that I thought I wouldn't recognize him, but sure enough, there he was, drinking his Rainier Beer and cleaning out his shotgun. It was like time stood still whenever I wasn't here, and when I returned the remote hit play and the movie began right where I left off. Even that awkwardness between me and Charlie remained in tact as he took my bags and led me up to my room. There were a few short questions such as:

"So, Bells, how was the flight?"

And I answered quickly:

"Long."

He briefed me on the new sheets he bought for my bed, asked if I had all of my supplies for school tomorrow, and exited the room to catch "the ballgame" leaving me sitting on my bed, alone, exactly how I liked it. It's much easier to get settled when you don't have someone hovering over you, asking if you need anything or if they can help. So, I unpacked and showered, and called my mother a few times, catching the machine every call. She called me from a pay phone later on with some sad excuse as to how and why she had misplaced her phone. We talked for a little while about Forks and Charlie, and I made sure not to mention Edward for fear she would catch that I liked him and go into her long speech about the "three C's of men", which were cuisine, coy, and condoms. Needless to say, I did not need another reason to review my embarrassing attitude on the ride home, so as soon as I hung up the phone I went straight to sleep, eliminating any time to think about Edward Cullen, or his voice, or his strength, or what it would feel like to have those strong arms wrapped around me while he whispered into my ear.

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