My dad, Charlie was waiting for me. I could see him through the window of the aeroplane. He was police chief of the tiny town called Forks, and it was here that I now exiled myself for two months during the summer holidays. It wasn't that I didn't like visiting Charlie; it was just Forks was probably my least favourite place in the world. I was thinking of asking Charlie if in the summer, could I vacation with him somewhere warmer instead of coming here. But I'd never got round to it. My dad waved as I walked over to him, and I waved back, half-heartedly. "Hey Bells." He caught me as I stumbled and hugged me. "How are you?"

I sighed. "I'm fine, thanks. It's good to see you."

He smiled, "It's great to see you too."

The ride back to Charlie's house, my house for two months, was quiet. We talked about the weather, and he asked me about school and that was pretty much it. But that didn't matter; we were both comfortable in silence. It was really easy for me to live with him. He left me alone to unpack my bags, and I glared at the rain through the window.

I walked down the stairs and found Charlie cooking bacon. He grinned at me as I sat down. "You said you didn't have many winter clothes, huh Bells?"

I nodded, "Why?"

"Well I was thinking I could take you down to Port Angeles or somewhere, and you can get some clothes. I want you to be comfortable here."

I raised my eyebrows automatically this was unexpected. "Dad you don't have to spend any money on me, I can pay for my own things."

He shook his head, "I'd like to buy you some clothes. Or maybe I could give you the money and drop you off."

Now it was my turn to shake my head, "dad I don't know my way around Port Angeles, and I'm honesty OK with the clothes I've got with me."

Charlie's eyes narrowed, "Bells I could get one of the kids to show you around. You know, you can make a few new friends here, and then can meet them when you come and visit next year." Charlie's eyes were bright with the sudden idea he'd had.

I fiddled with my hair nervously. "Would anybody want to? I mean… I don't want to go around with someone who didn't want to be there."

Charlie was already on the phone to someone, he was flapping his hand at me to shush me. "Mrs Stanley." He grinned when someone answered the phone. They explained a few pleasantries until Mrs Stanley apparently asked why my dad had called. "I was wondering if I could ask for a favour. Could Jessica maybe show Isabella around Port Angeles?"

"Dad-" I started; I hated it when anyone called me Isabella, but he flapped his arm at me again.

"Thanks. I really appreciate this." He hung up the phone. And I dropped my head into my hands. "What's wrong?" Charlie asked me worriedly.

"You are going to make me go around Port Angeles, with a girl I don't even know?" it was difficult to hide my terror.

"Jessica's a great kid. You'll get along fine."

I nodded at my dad. There wasn't much point in arguing with him. But what would this Jessica think of me? She'd probably think I was insane. Her mother'd be forcing her into this; she'd see me as the girl from Phoenix, who'd come to destroy her privacy. I'd end up following a girl who wouldn't even like me, around a strange and unfamiliar city. Great, the perfect start to a vacation.

"Mrs Stanley is going to pick you up and drop you both off in Port Angeles. She's going to be here in around half an hour, and then you can spend a few hours shopping." Charlie grinned.

I just nodded, forced a smile, and sat at the dinning room table. Charlie admitted he couldn't cook much besides bacon and eggs, so I made him promise that he would take me food shopping, and let me cook. He agreed reluctantly, I could see how difficult it would be for him to let a 15-year-old cook.

I rushed through the bacon and eggs, and then waited silently for Jessica to arrive. I brushed my hair in the mirror; I didn't want her to think of me as the chief's plain daughter, if I were going to be stuck with her, it would probably be better if I at least tried to be friends.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the door, Charlie looked at me and I ignored him, he sighed and walked out into the hall to answer it. I followed him, and stood a few feet behind him. The girl named Jessica was grinning at me. She was a few inches shorter than my five feet four inches, but her wildly curly hair made up for the height difference.

Charlie practically forced me out of the house, "You kids have a nice time." He turned to me then and handed me a few notes. "If there's any change it's mine." He winked and I smiled slightly.

Jessica was already in her car, and I followed slowly. "So you must be Isabella." Her mom smiled at me.

I smiled back. "Yes, but I prefer Bella. It's nice to meet you Mrs Stanley."

Jessica, in the seat next to me, immediately started telling me all about her friends, and some cute boys at her school. "You seem nice enough, so maybe you can meet Angela and Lauren, they're my two best friends." I smiled at her and listened to her stories. She seemed nice; maybe it would be good to have some friends here.

The drive to Port Angeles didn't take as long as I thought it would. Mrs Stanley drove faster than Charlie.

"I'll meet you two back here in three hours." Mrs Stanley smiled, whilst I suppressed a groan. Three hours shopping? Yeah, that was my idea of hell.

Jessica waved bye to her mom, and grabbed my arm. We started walking north, "So…" She started pleasantly. "Where do you want to go first?"

I shrugged. "I honestly have no idea where anything is."

"Oh, that's right." She nodded. "You don't know where anything is. Well… there are some clothes shops over here. Although we are in Port Angeles, so there's not as much choice as you would have had if we had gone to Seattle."

I sighed. It seemed like she was blaming me for Port Angeles' lack of good clothes stores.

We walked round for a while and I had found some nice shirts and a jacket. I felt like my winter wardrobe wasn't quite as scanty.

Jessica started leading me down another street. There weren't so many people down it, but I did see a bookstore halfway down. I started to gravitate towards it, I hadn't had new books in ages, and I had a lot of money in my pocket. Still, I thought automatically, I shouldn't waste all of Charlie's money on books. That wouldn't be fair, maybe just one new book.

"Jess, could we maybe go in the bookstore for a second?"

She looked at me for a moment. I thought for a second she was going to stay no. "Sure."

I grinned. Maybe she wasn't so bad.

We were almost there when the front door opened. Three figures walked out, two guys and one girl. One of the guys was honey blonde. He was very tall and lean, and the girl was like his opposite. She was tiny, and had spiky black hair. Then there was the other guy. He had bronze coloured hair, and looked more boyish than the other guy. They were all different and all alike at the same time. Different because they looked nothing like each other, and then the same because they were all deathly pale, they all had very dark eyes, and they all were very beautiful. I stopped and stared at them. They were the most beautiful people I had ever seen. Jessica stopped next to me. "Who are they?" I could hear the awed tone in my voice.

"Ah." She said quietly. "They're three of the Cullen's. They've just moved from somewhere in Alaska. They're starting school here this year."

Then a few things seemed to happen at once. A gust of wind blew and my hair covered my face, temporarily blocking the beautiful people from view. The bronze one's head snapped up to stare at me, and he let out a strange sound. If I hadn't know better I would have sworn he was snarling.

I stared at him. He had a look of hatred on his face that was both glorious and terrifying at the same time. I took a step back involuntarily.

He seemed to move forwards for a moment, but was then held back. The blonde guy was holding him securely in an arm lock, and the girl was whispering something so quietly I didn't have a chance of hearing her. The bronze haired boy now seemed to be holding his breath. He was still staring at me, but he didn't look as angry. A few more hurried whispers and the boy turned, he was very graceful, and he ran, he was very fast, away.

The blonde guy and dark girl were still there, now talking to each other in hurried whispers. "What was that all about?" I wondered.

"Beats me. Still I've only met them a couple of times, but I've never seen him act like that before."

I gulped down this new fear. Did he react like that because of me? Me, and Jessica started to walk towards the bookstore again. And this time the girl's head snapped up. She stared at me, not with hatred like I was expecting, but with curiosity. I tried to avoid her gaze, but it was difficult. I spend around five minutes looking at the books, but there wasn't much choice. So I settled on a new copy of Wuthering Heights, since my copy was starting to disintegrate.

We walked back out onto the street, and I looked round automatically for the couple. I couldn't see them, so I figured they must have moved on, for some reason I wanted to start talking about him again. "So… the guy with the bronze hair, what was his name?"

She gave me a knowing look, "His name was Edward Cullen. And I'm pretty sure every girl in Forks is going to be trying to get his attention."

I nodded, I could see why. "So… why did they move here?"

"They went to some special school in Alaska. A school for kids that are really smart. Then their dad got offered a job as a doctor and he took it. The guy with blonde hair was Jasper Hale, and he's dating Alice Cullen. Then there's Alice's brother and he's dating Jasper's sister. He's called Emmett and she's called Rosalie."

I frowned slightly before continuing. "I thought you said they were brother and sister?"

"Oh they are." She laughed. "They've all been adopted. They're not related."

I smiled slightly. That made more sense. "And Edward is the only one who's single?"

She grinned widely. "Yep. But I'm pretty sure he won't be for long. He is unbelievably gorgeous."

I laughed lightly. I was sure that Jessica was going to be one of the people trying to get Edward to notice them. Can't say I blame her. She then started comparing Edward to every other guy in Forks, it sounded like nobody could compare.

We met up with Jessica's mom and drove back to Forks. "Hey." Jessica had an idea. "I'm meeting some friends tomorrow. We're going to the movies. Do you want to come?"

I deliberated for a short moment. Some friends in Forks would be nice, since I didn't really have friends anywhere else. "Sure."

She smiled and seemed genuinely pleased that I would be meeting her friends tomorrow. I waved bye to her and her mom, and then walked inside to greet Charlie.

"Hey Kiddo." Charlie heaved himself up from the couch. "How was shopping?"

I sighed. "I'm not going to lie to you dad and say that shopping was fun, especially when I wasn't paying for myself, but it wasn't as bad as I had thought."

He chuckled.

"Jessica was nice." I carried on. "And we bumped into a few people."

He raised an eyebrow. "Jessica's friends? Who?"

"Well… they weren't exactly her friends. Three of the Cullen's."

"Oh them." Charlie frowned slightly.

"What's wrong, dad?" He didn't look as happy as he did a minute ago.

"Nothing, nothing." He said hastily. But then he noticed I wasn't buying it. "Well… five adopted teenagers all living in the same house… they could be trouble. I haven't heard anything bad about them, I guess it's just the cop in me that's worried."

I laughed lightly. "Goodnight dad."

I waved and headed up the stairs. I wanted to think about my day. I remembered the look of hatred on his face, the look of absolute disgust, I couldn't understand how he could hate me so much. I tried not to let this bother me, and focused instead on my day tomorrow with Jessica and her friends. With friends and my new winter wardrobe, hopefully this would be my best vacation yet.

This is my first Edward and Bella fanfic, so I'm hoping I wrote it out alright! Please review, and I will continue it, if nobody likes it then I won't! Thanks!