Whoosh! New story! And this time I'm trying a little something different. For one, I have a beta (who is also a close friend) that comments on my work and came up with the summary. You should check her out, she's hufflepuffbrunette247, and her story Shell isn't getting much love lately. It's a really great read and you should really check it out. Second thing that makes this different...I have a chapter timeline! I know what each chapter is going to be about all the way until the end! Which means I know when it'll end and when the good stuff starts. The third thing I want to mention: This is a Bella/Alice piece, which means yes, there will be some femmeslash. If you don't like it, you don't have to read it.

A bit of information about the beginning of this chapter; Bella writes her own story, and as the story progresses...you'll see some changes to it.

With that said and done, please remember that I do not own the Twilight Saga. If I did, I would make sure Breaking Dawn parts 1 and 2 came out just a wee bit earlier.

Chapter One

The mighty dragon roared as it faced its opponent, standing on only its powerful hind legs; his wings folded as he glared at the warrior standing in front of him, iron-clad like any other knight the dragon had fought.

The dragon could tell that this warrior was different from the ones he previously annihilated, but that didn't mean that he couldn't defeat this knight.

Suddenly, the warrior removed his helmet. The dragon looked on with curiosity. No other warrior had dared removed his helmet before; the dragon was on the defense, his senses locked on to his opponent.

The helmet fell to the ground with a metallic clang, and the dragon's eyes widened with surprise.

The opponent before him was different from the others, as he had assumed, but in a way that surprised him. The warrior before him was…

"Bella?" My mother's voice called from behind the door, and I groaned as she opened the door.

Closing my laptop, I turned to her in my swivel computer chair, slightly annoyed. "Yeah mom?" I asked, trying to keep the annoyance away from my tone. I knew she didn't mean to, but I hated to be interrupted while I was in the zone.

"Ooh, what were you working on?" Mom asked, and I knew once again her scatter-brain got to her.

I shrugged. "Just a little story I'm working on, nothing too serious."

"I'm sure your father and I would like to read it someday. Anything coming from you has to be great." Mom smiled brightly, leaning against my doorframe, her black hair hanging like a curtain to her shoulders, her exotic brown eyes twinkling as the possibility of me becoming a writer.

My mom and I shared the same general description; plain. Sure I had her full lips and my eyes were brown like hers, but I didn't have the same exotic beauty my mom did; my mother was a member of the Quileute tribe. We weren't completely alike, however. I wasn't as dark as her. My dad was a "paleface".

"Hmm…maybe…someday…after never." I muttered. I didn't think my writing was all that great, and I sure didn't feel like giving it to my mother to read. I sighed. "So, what did you need?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go to the store with me. I need to get more bananas since the ones we have are too ripe to eat." Mom shrugged. "I might make banana bread with it tonight; I know how much you love it."

My mother's banana bread was one of the few dishes of hers that I couldn't get enough of. Most of her dishes were…disasters. Normally we either order pizza or go out to eat for dinner, because Mom has managed to burn food on more than one occasion. "Sure, I don't see why not." I stood up and pushed my chair into my desk and grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair. "I've got nothing better to do."

I followed Mom downstairs and saw Dad watching a Seahawks game with his best friend, my Uncle Billy and my cousin Jake.

"Bells!" Jake called, jumping over the couch he was sitting on to run over and hug me, and that's when I noticed that he was wearing a black shirt with a mutilated pumpkin on it, reminding me that it was October.

"Good God Jake, how big have you gotten?" I laughed. He was only fifteen, but he was a good four inches taller than me, not to mention muscular. He wasn't at the lengths of a football player, no, but surely a basketball player. "You know anabolic steroids are bad for you, right?"

Jake chuckled, his teeth gleaming against his russet skin. "Steroids? Really Bella? This is all me!" Jake grinned as he flexed his arms, his shoulder-length black hair in a ponytail. "Seriously though, I think I'm not done yet. Dad was telling me I might get to be taller than your mom. She's huge!"

My mom chuckled, grabbing her purse. "Oh thanks for the wonderful compliment, Jacob." After Jake's mom had died in a car crash five years ago, my mom mothered Jake a lot to make up for her missing sister.

"Not huge like that, I just meant you're like an Amazonian woman!" Jake said before smacking himself in the face. "I should really keep quiet."

"I've been telling you that for years." Billy chuckled.

Dad turned around, placing his arm on the back of the couch, his salt and pepper hair starting to thin out. "Where you heading, honey?"

"We're going to the grocery. We'll be back soon." Mom smiled.

I waved to my dad before we walked out to my mother's red CR-V, driving in silence before we reached the grocery store and pulled up next to a black Mercedes.

"Hey Mom, someone around here get a new car?" I asked as I got out of the car, eyeing the car. It was a nice Mercedes, a new and shiny car, and whoever owned it must have had some money lying around.

"Hmm, you know, I don't know," Mom smiled as she slammed her car door shut. "I thought I heard that a new family was moving into town this weekend. Maybe it's them."

I shrugged. "Maybe." I then remembered the gossip about a new doctor moving to Forks, so I figured it could've been him.

I followed my mother inside the grocery store, and I nervously chuckled. "Mom, I need to pick up a couple of things."

Thankfully, my mother wasn't slow when it came to periods, so she nodded with a smile. "Go ahead and meet me near the produce."

Smiling back, I walked my way to the aisle I needed, looking around to see what else they had. My eyes were locked on a bag of starburst that was farther away, when I ran into a wall, or rather a person, and fell hard on my ass. Clumsy me.

"I'm so sorry," I said, apologizing as I scrambled to my feet.

The person I ran into laughed; her laughter reminded me of wind chimes. "That's okay." It was obvious she wasn't anyone I recognized from school, though she seemed to be of high school age. She was about 5'2", her spiky hair was like an inky halo that hovered around her pixie-like features, her skin a pale color, paler than my friends at Forks High, and she had golden-brown eyes, a very unique color. "Hi, I'm Alice Cullen." She smiled, offering me her hand.

"Bella Swan," I said, shaking her hand. Her skin was freezing cold, so I shivered when our hands touched. "Oh! Are you okay?"

Her eyebrows knitted together as she looked at me with confusion in her eyes before laughing. "My hands are always cold. I have poor circulation. So, do you go to Forks High?"

I nodded. "I'm a junior there, actually."

Alice smiled brightly, her honey-colored eyes twinkling. "Really? Me too! I'm starting there tomorrow. My brothers and sisters are too. Two of them are juniors and three of them are seniors."

My eyes probably bulged out of my sockets. "Wow, that's a big family. Your parents must love each other." Yeah, that pretty much said what I wanted to say but couldn't because that would be too awkward for someone I just met.

"No, silly," Alice giggled. "I mean, they do love each other, but we're all adopted."

"Oh, that's nice of them," I said with a smile.

Alice nodded. "Carlisle and Esme are great; they're the best parents I could ask for. What are your parents like?"

"Umm, well my mom is great and my dad is a typical dad. Beer, sports, you name it."

Alice giggled again. "He sounds like my brother, Emmett. Let me guess, he's a Seahawks fan."

I nodded. "My mom and I left him watching the game at home with my uncle and my cousin. I might want to grab some chips before we get back though, they'll probably be starving without us."

"Bella?" I heard mom ask, her basket full of things like bananas and apples, and a few bags of chips. "Oh, did you make a new friend?"

Alice looked at my mom and smiled. "I'm Alice Cullen, one of the daughters of the new doctor that's moving here."

"Oh!" Mom said before playfully hitting me on the arm. "See, Bella. I told you someone was moving into town."

"I never doubted you Mom," I said, my mouth in a smile. "Well, it was nice meeting you Alice. Maybe I'll see you tomorrow."

Alice just grinned. "I know I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Bella, Miss Swan." Alice waved before skipping off towards the parking lot. That was odd; I didn't think she bought anything.

"Well she seems nice," Mom commented. "Now, did you get what you wanted?"

I shook my head. "I was about to, but then I bumped into Alice and fell down."

"Let's get it, then," Mom smiled.

So we made our way to the aisle that I wanted, grabbed what I needed, and paid quickly since hardly anybody was in the store, and went home. Once there, I helped mom bring in the groceries, only taking one trip.

"Honey, you want to help me with the banana bread?" she asked, and I nodded, grabbing the bananas that were on the banana hanger and replacing them with the ones we just bought. Mom was right, these were too ripe to eat; the peel was mostly brown.

I smashed the bananas as mom scurried to find the necessary ingredients and pans. When I was done mashing, mom handed me a spoon and I stirred the bananas in with the other ingredients like flour and milk, until it was a nice batter.

"Thanks Bella," Mom smiled. "I'll call you when it's done."

I smiled back before heading up to my room and turning my laptop back on, cracking my knuckles before leaning back in my chair.

A/N: And that's chapter one. Bella is half Quileute, which is something big considering the title. Oh, and I'm doing the romance right. No love at first chapter stuff that some stories pull. I'm doing the friendship first.

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