A/N: I am a northwest girl so I'm trying to keep the locations as accurate as possible. I have been in the area quite a bit so I'd like to think I'm representing it okay. There for there will be no umbrella's in the story. (A little NW humor) Bella keeps her birthday. So that would make her 22 in present day. I want to send a huge thank you to the fabulous twilight lexicon for being such a wealth of information. This is my first endeavor into fan fic so I hope I do okay. Thanks for reading!

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Stephanie Meyer own twilight and the characters

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On vit au jour le jour
Nos envies, nos amours
on s'en va sans savoir
on est toujours
Dans la même histoire

La Même Histoire

I could hear my alarm screeching on the other side of the nightstand. I rolled over to slam the snooze and wrap my arm around Mike. My fingers found only Egyptian cotton pillows.

"Ugh, again Mike!" I huffed. This was the third time this week he didn't come home at night. I was so sick of waking up to a cold home. I wished he would let me help him with inventory. I reminded myself that I should have been expecting this. Every year he would vanish for weeks at a time. I should be proud that my husband was so hard working. It was a blessing that he could sustain our life style. At least I tried to tell myself that. What more would I expect from him by now. I couldn't even remember the last time he looked at me. But today was different. As my eyes adjusted to the lazy sunlight filtering through the window I bit my lip in defeat. Of all days that I needed my husband; this one was most important. The pressure ripped at my sides and I fought back the hot tears betraying my eyes. Taking in several deep breaths I braced myself for the long day ahead of me. I needed to get through today and I would be okay. If I could survive this day, then maybe I could forget. If only…..

Moaning I pulled myself out of bed, fumbling for my chenille robe. It was June in Forks, still cold enough for thicker clothes in the mornings. I toddled to the kitchen clutching the robe around my chest. The empty halls felt languid without Mike here. I was euphoric when we moved into the house. I loved the cozy corners and the wooden beams. I didn't care that the water heater only allowed for a tepid shower; the peeling paint on the windows and the way the wind would shake the walls during a storm. It was our home and I wanted to fill it with love. I wanted to build a life with him in this little blue rambler. Now the halls were distant and I avoided the empty room in the back; a room with cobwebs and vacuous memories. I fiddled with the expensive coffee maker that my dad Charlie got me last Christmas. People may think that living in the rainiest place in the continental US would be depressing but we adapt. We Washingtonians knew how to make a mean cup coffee. Even in a town as small as Forks we had over ten places to get coffee. Caffeine intake is a serious art around here. I grounded the beans and started a pot. Sauntering into the living room, I turned on the King 5 news. I watched a few minutes of news. It was all the same things. War, theft, death. The news was so disheartening. I sipped my coffee tried to wake up to face this day.

As I drove my old red Chevy truck through town, I sang along with the radio.

Mike and I used to listen to the music together all the time. It was soothing and fortifying to find someone who let me sing along to the radio without annoyance. I'm sure our classmates thought we were odd for liking such old songs but we didn't care. We only cared about each other. Those days of slow dancing in my dad's living room were so far gone now. I pulled into the parking lot of Newton's Outfitters. I glanced at Mike's new Suburban. I was so annoyed when he bought it. I had to drive around in a 1953 Chevy with peeling paint and Mike gets a brand new SUV? It seemed quite inequitable to me. He reasoned that he was the bread winner. My writing career at the Olympic Peninsula Herald wasn't exactly raking in the dough. Always that excuse, always something these days. I could never do it right enough.

"Someday," I murmured to myself getting out of the truck. Flakes of red paint fluttered to the puddle at my feet.

I carried Mike's caramel macchiato into the store. The music was already playing softly on the speakers; it was some generic song, Celine Dion or maybe Mariah even. I couldn't tell the difference any longer. I greeted Chloe, the junior that worked weekends. We chatted briefly about her upcoming trip to Mexico with her family. My smile faltered trying to show enthusiasm for her upcoming event. I couldn't remember the last time I was excited about something - anything really. It was only ten Am and the day hung heavy over me. I wanted to go back to bed desperately but I knew that Mike would be annoyed if I wasn't out keeping myself busy. I walked to the back and opened the heavy manager's door. Mike was hunched over a pile of papers.

"Hey sweetie," I chirped.

"Bella, Uh, hey what are you doing here?" he furrowed his brow.

"You know." I waved my hand flippantly. "I just wanted to say 'Hi'. Brought you a coffee"

"You know I was cold this morning," I said softly, handing him the white cup.

"Yeah, I know. I fell asleep on the cot last night. This year is quite a bitch. Let me tell ya," he joked humorlessly.

"You know I could try to help, if you'd like."

"That's okay, I'd rather not have you in here messing up my system," he said as he gave me mocking smirk.

"Well okay. I'm running up to Port Angeles. I have to meet Alice, the new lifestyle journalist; Joey wants me to show her around the area. Do you need anything while up there? I could pick up something special for dinner if you'd like?"

"I don't think I'll be home for dinner. My mom wants to go over some figures at their house. I'll probably just stay there tonight." He glared over my shoulder then looked back at the papers.

"Oh, I was hoping to see you tonight. I just have been missing you lately. You spend so much time here. I hardly get to see you," I replied. "I really needed to spend some time with you today."

He cocked his head with a grunt "This again Bella? You know I have work to do. You can't be expecting me to drop my career just because you need someone to talk to."

"But Mike, please I know you're busy but I really need you tonight. It's June 28th, remember? I just…." My voice wavered with tears.

He ran his hand over his face and glowered at the wall. His shoulders tensed at my sobs. "Fine, I'll come home after I go to my mom's. Happy? Is that what you wanted?"

"Hardly," I mumbled. How could he think that was what I wanted? That I would want a husband who I had to coerce into having dinner with me. A life filled with hallow nights. "Obviously you are quite busy so I'll go. Call me when you'll be home."

He briskly nodded.

"Well, okay, right then." I pursed my lips before I left the small yellow office. I raced to my truck before my irrepressible tears began. I was incredulous at the idea that he would forget what today was. Why I needed him. Did it not mean the same to him? How many times did we have to have this conversation? How many times had I counted on his steady hand to sustain me only to feel my chest come apart at the seams? It wasn't supposed to be like this. This wasn't what I signed up for.

My first day at Forks High School was filled with walking down wrong corridors and being called Isabelle all day. It was the middle of the year, January. I was angry at my mother Renee for sending me up there so that she and her new girlfriend Catherine could travel with their band. It was never that she was gay. I was surprised sure. What thirteen year old wouldn't be? After a while though, it made sense. She certainly didn't stay with my dad Charlie long and hadn't dated any men since him. Best of all she seemed happier, lighter. How could I begrudge her this happiness? When she started dating Catherine she became the mom I used to love. Began playing her music and painting again. When she casually mentioned touring and how I hadn't seen my father for years I complied. The decision was made: goodbye Phoenix of cicadas and saguaro blossoms and hello to drizzles and moss. I knew the second I set foot into the soggy soil of Clallam County that it was going to be a miserable seventeen months until graduation. I was never the type of girl who fit in. I wasn't the type of girl to make new friends and I the only thing I seemed to attract was a huge amount of accidental injury. I wasn't even tan for fuck's sake. What kind of girl moved from the valley of the sun looking like a piece of alabaster? My hair hung thick, stringy and dull brown around my face. What chance did I have here in a town the size of my old high school?

I met Mike that day. He sat next to me in biology leaving a short girl with short flaxen hair and a shell pink sneer behind. I shuddered as he scooted his chair towards me and the girl shot me daggers.

"Mike Newton, you must be the elusive Isabella Swan," he said, a playful smirk on his face. He put out his hand and I took it.

"Bella."

"What's that?" he asked.

"I go by Bella, I really don't like the name Isabella too much," I offered.

"Well Bella, it's nice to meet you. I've certainly heard enough about you today."

"Like what?" I said my eyes darted around at everyone's gazes trained on our exchange. My cheeks flared red at the attention. I covered my eyes with my cold fingers.

"Oh you know the normal stuff. Beautiful girl just arrived into town, daughter of our fine chief of police. Stories of you stabbing some kid with a pencil in Phoenix. All that jazz."

I looked at him shocked. His lips were turned up in a mocking grin. I sighed in relief at his joke. I took a minute to see him and noticed that he was cute. Maybe it was in a cocky way, but he was still cute. Short spiky blonde hair and soft blue eyes. His cheeks still had roundness to them that I could tell would be shed upon adulthood. He was on the short side but I wasn't exactly a giant at 5'4. Obviously he was quite the big man on campus in Forks but in Phoenix he wouldn't have registered. The rest of the period we chatted about where we were from and bonded over missing dryer areas. He said he wanted to move back to California as soon as possible. I found myself liking him more and more with every passing moment. The feeling was intensified when he accompanied me to gym and protected me from some of the self inflicted injuries I procured.

After a particularly harrowing bout of racquetball where I managed to hit both myself and Mike in the head with my back swing he walked me to my rusty old truck. It had been weeks of chatting at lunch and him protecting me from self inflicted bodily harm in gym. The more time passed I found myself starting to like the boy more and more. He was warm and introduced me to his friends Angela and Jessica who were so welcoming to a newcomer at their lunch table. He put his hand on the hood of my peeling red door. He looked…nervous. "So Bells. What are you up to this weekend?" he asked, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"I didn't have definite plans. I might go to Port Angeles with Ang and Jess. They want to look at swim suits. I don't know when they think they'll be able to wear them. Isn't summer like one week up here?" I joked.

He laughed loudly at my comment. "Well if you're free afterwards I want to take you to the Kalaloch Lodge for dinner Saturday night. Have you ever been?"

I could feel my cheeks flush. They always did this at the worst times. I shook my head. As much as I was beginning to like him I wasn't sure of dating him, hell I was apprehensive about dating anyone. "I don't know Mike. I mean I just moved here a little over a month ago. I'll think about it."

"We could make it a double with Jess and Tyler?" He asked "If that would make you more comfortable."

"Oh you're good. I'll talk to Jessica tonight. Call me?" I asked.

"You better believe I will," he exclaimed over his shoulder as he walked away.

Giggling to myself I clambered into my beast of a truck. For the first time since moving up to Forks the sun broke through the clouds.

"It must be a sign," I muttered to myself.

I pulled my cell phone out of my brown Fossil purse and called Jessica. Before she could even say hello I rushed. "Jessica, I have a question for you. Would you and Tyler come to the Kalaloch Lodge with Mike and me on Saturday?"

Jessica was silent for a while. I found myself counting to myself "one, two, and three"

"Wait a minute, Newton? Mike Newton asked you out?" Jessica sputtered.

"Well yeah, I told him I wasn't sure and he suggested we double. Would you do it? Please Jess, I don't think I don't think I can handle a date alone with him right now. I haven't really dated before," I admitted, rolling my eyes at my confession.

"Sure Bella, you haven't dated, like I would believe that," she chided.

"No really, I was way too shy down in Phoenix." I asserted.

"In that case…" she paused "….of course we'll go with you guys. If this is your first real date you'll need some guidance. We can even get ready together after shopping."

"Sounds good Jess. I'll see you tomorrow."

When I got home I started making Grandma Swan's fettuccine alfredo. I knew it was Charlie's favorite. Just as the sauce was thickening Charlie walked through the door. He sighed expectantly at the strong smell of garlic and parmesan.

"Howdy Belly girl. It smells real good in here."

"Thanks Dad, I thought you might like a change from the regular lasagna and pizza routine," I teased as I chuckled.

"Well change is always good," he said as he dished up the food.

We sat in silence for a few minutes the soften sound of chewing filling the kitchen. I cleared my throat. Charlie looked up at me with his soft brown eyes.

"So Dad tomorrow Jessica and Angela were going up to Port Angeles to Gottschalks. The girls want to look at swimsuits," I paused, trying to form the words correctly. "And then afterwards, um, well Mike Newton asked me to go to the Kalaloch Lodge with him for dinner. We'd be going with Jess and Tyler"

He scrunched his brows "Newton huh? Tom and Lizzie's boy? Well I guess that's okay. As long as you're back by ten."

"Ten Dad? It takes about a half hour to get down there. Eleven."

"Fine, eleven and not a second later," he warned, placing his hands over his belly.

"Deal."

After a long day looking for swimwear I was sure I would never get the chance to use, Jessica and I drove back to Forks. All day long the subject of Mike wasn't broached. It felt like impending bomb in my brain. Finally while passing Sol Duc Hot Springs; Jessica twisted her body to face me sitting in the back of Angela's Honda Civic.

"So I want you to know that Mike hasn't really dated in a long time. I mean not since Lauren. You know that skanky fake blonde that's in our biology class."

"Yeah, we've met." Earlier in the week Lauren had bumped me in the hall causing me to drop all my book and stub my toe at the same time. She was as bitchy as she looked.

"Anyways, I know that he is a really good guy and is like a brother to me. I really like you Bella so I hope everything works out for you. I have a good feeling about tonight." Jessica gushed.

"Thanks. I think so too," I mumbled, blushing fuchsia.

"So ladies, what will you are wearing tonight? I suggest nice pants and flat shoes that are easy to get out of. The sky should be clear tonight I bet you can walk on the beach," Angela interjected. I sighed in relief at her interruption. As much as I liked Jessica I didn't know what I thought about Mike and here she was practically planning our wedding.

We spent the remainder of the ride weighing our clothing options and singing along to embarrassingly saccharine pop music. When we arrived at my house, Charlie was planted in front of the TV watching the Seahawks and 49rs game.

"Charlie I'm home," I called out, glancing at the pepperoni pizza in front of him on the oak coffee table. "You know I could have made dinner before we left."

"No! No Bells, I just want you to have fun. What time is this Matt guy coming?" he asked, his eyes still glued to the TV.

"Mike, Dad, his name is Mike," I said placing my hands on my hips. "Can you please remember that before he gets here? It would be very embarrassing if you used the wrong name."

"Sure, sure Bella, I'll try," he said, finally turning his face to mine to smirk at me.

Satisfied with my lecture Jessica and I went up to my room. I sat down on my purple bed and Jessica stood by my rocking chair silently assessing my wardrobe.

"You don't have too many options, sweetie. I only have so much to work with here," she said as she clicked her tongue at me disapprovingly.

"I just moved her from the desert. What did you expect?" I asked.

"Well first of all we need some tunes. Oh my god I love this song!" Jessica turned on the radio and we began to sing along with Gwen Stefani.

So why do we choose the boys that are naughty?
I don't fit in so why do you want me?
And I know I can't tame you...but I just keep trying

….But I still love to wash in your old bathwater
You make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it...you're my kind of man

"That's kind of gross huh? Bathwater, I mean, hello! Can you imagine the germs? Ugh!" Jessica wrinkled her nose.

I laughed as I walked to the closet. I held up my red turtleneck. "What do you think? Sophisticated?"

"More like matronly. Really Bella? A turtleneck on your first date? You have to give them something to look at," she asserted. She held up a paper thin sheer white tee. "What about this?"

"Now you must be joking. It's February Jess. I have to wear a sweater. I'm from Phoenix, remember?" I gasped, laughing.

"Well I'm just glad I don't have to deal with this first date stuff anymore. It doesn't matter what I wear. Tyler simply adores me." Her eyes became wistful.

"We should all be so lucky…."

Jessica pursed her lips at me. "So do you think Mike will kiss you? I bet he will. I know that he really likes you. He's been bugging me for weeks about you. He has been grilling me nonstop."

"Really? Well I don't know. I mean I've only really kissed one other guy and it was so gross and slobbery and it was over a year ago."

"You've only kissed one guy! Isabella Swan what are we going to do with you?" she commented, feigning shock.

"How many guys have you kissed?" I asked.

"Ugh. Way too many frogs let me tell you that. I've only had a few boyfriends though. I've only slept with Tyler and that was after months of dating although I'm a bit of a kissing slut." Her green eyes twinkled and she ran her fingers through her light brown curly hair. "You know I feel like I can never do anything with this hair. I wish I had your hair."

She walked over to me and pushed my shoulders down so I sat at my white antique vanity. Jessica began to twist my long chestnut hair in a half twist allowing stray hairs to graze my soft jaw line. She began to apply makeup that I hardly wore to my face.

"Okay and now just a little mascara and you will be good." She said while finishing. I looked at my reflection. My chocolate eyes were nicely enhanced with a copper shadow and my cheeks were raspberry and cream, a clear gloss on my cupid bow lips.

"Wow Jess! You do good work." I smiled up at her.

"I know right?" She giggled "Mike won't be able to keep his eyes off you, or his hands," she added with a devilish smirk.

I looked down shyly. "What about Mike? I mean I know you said he dated Lauren. I mean, how far did they go?" I inquired cautiously. I didn't want to be a prude.

Jessica looked out the window, biting her lip. Ouch, that bad I guess. "I think that is a conversation you need to have with him. I will just say that you shouldn't judge him. We all make mistakes."

"Well that sounds a little scary," I murmured

"Oh don't be silly it's not that bad," she exclaimed. "Now what are you wearing?"

Trying on several different outfits I finally picked out a pale pink cashmere v-neck sweater with more cleavage than I usual showed and my dark Sevens my mom bought me on my birthday. I knew I'd be cold so I grabbed my gray pea coat out of the closet just in time for Mike's Nissan to pull into the drive way.

Charlie stood in the doorway. He had his police chief face on.

Mike approached the house and immediately stuck out his hand to firmly shake with Charlie.

"Good evening Chief Swan. I'm Michael Newton. My friend Tyler and I will be taking the girls to the Kalaloch Lodge. I've had my license for over a year now and took the defensive driving class offered by the state patrol," Mike stated confidently. I held my breath.

Charlie glowered at Mike for a moment. "Well okay then. Bella, remember not a second past eleven. You have your cell right?"

"Yes Dad, although I'm pretty sure there is no service in Kalaloch," I reminded him.

He grumbled while I kissed his cheek and raced out the door.

We climbed into the car. Jessica slid in the back seat next to Tyler and I took the front passenger seat. I buckled up and bit my lip fretfully. He grinned and started the car. Turning on the radio he found a song he liked.

"Hey that's funny, first date get it? It's our first date. This is First Date."

Let's go
don't wait
this nights almost over
honest, let's make
this night last forever
forever and ever
let's make this last forever
forever and ever
let's make this last forever

I had to laugh. What a goofball. Right when I was feeling apprehensive he broke the tension. I was confident this date would go just fine.

Arriving at the lodge I was amazed by the view. A wooden fence lined the edge of the cliff overlooking the wet sand and churning water. My pesto chicken was good and the view from our seats was incredible. I loved Arizona but the site of the ocean waves rolling in at sunset was truly a wonder to behold. Conversation flowed easily. Mike asked me a lot of questions about Phoenix and my mom. He almost fell out of his chair when I told him the name of my mom's band.

"The Switch Hitters! Well that's clever. I must admit I'm surprised. I just wouldn't think you have a gay mother," Mike said, snickering.

"Why do you have an issue with gay people?" This would be a deal breaker.

"Oh no, definitely not, I was just surprised that's all. I'd like to meet her sometime," he said, his voice lowering. I gazed into his bright blue eyes.

"I'd like that," I replied, feeling my traitor cheeks blush.

Mike and Tyler insisted on getting the Kahlua sundae and Jessica and I only got about two bites each while the guys polished it off. Jessica sat back waiting for Tyler to pay their bill. I tried to pay for my dinner but Mike refused my money.

"Bella I asked you out. This is how dates work you know." He showed me his straight grin. He was so cute.

I nodded quickly and got up. Tyler and Jessica were already at the door.

Tyler pointed to the sky outside. "I know it's cold but it's not raining, we should walk on the beach."

We agreed and walked the block to the small driftwood log stairs leading down to the beach. I started to trip over a twig buried in the ground and I felt Mike's soft hands around my waist. My stomach clenched and the place he touched me tingled. I glanced at his open face and smiled.

"Thanks, I'm sure you've noticed but I'm a little clumsy."

"A little? I'd say you're more than a little clumsy darling," he chortled

His hands were still on my waist.

I bit my lip and looked away. "Should we risk this walk? I might take you down you know."

"I don't think I would mind that," he demurred.

Tyler and Jessica were far ahead of us looking for a spot to start a fire. The wind bit down on my nose and finger tips. I rubbed my hands together. Mike grabbed my hands and pulled be along.

"Let me keep those warm for you."

I was glad for the darkness. I'm sure my face was scarlet by now. We walked up to Tyler and Jessica and watched Tyler struggling with the matches. Mike got up and rearranged the logs into a pyramid. After a few minutes and more than a few cuss words the blue and green flames started licking the news papers. Instantly I was warmer. Mike sat next to me on the silky sand. Tyler and Jessica began to kiss on the other side of the fire. I dug my toe through the grains making an I.S. trying not to look at the obvious porno in progress across they way. Mike chuckled. He leaned forward and drew in the sand.

M.N. + I.S.

He encased it in a heart. He looked at me shyly. I saw his hand come up and felt it against my neck. His fingers lightly traced my hair line. His face slowly came towards me. I closed my eyes. His velvety lips pressed against mine tentatively. He backed away to look at me. My eyes burned with anticipation. I could taste his chocolate breath on my lips. He came forward again. His mouth pressed down against mine. I gasped and his tongue traced my bottom lip. He urged his tongue against mine. His hand tightened against my head. He broke away before me.

"I have been thinking about doing that since your first day at school," he admitted, his voice breathy.

"Is it what you expected?" I asked.

"Better, so much better. Bella, I really like you. You know that right?" he asked, his head cocked. The shadows of the fire flickered against his pale skin.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. "I know, me too."

He sighed in relief and placed his arm around me.

"So what time do you need to be home again?"

I lowered my voice to impersonate Charlie "Eleven and not a second later"

"That leaves us about another hour for you to tell me about this band of your mother's."

At some point while rounding Lake Crescent I stopped crying. I needed to pull it together at the very least because I needed to be professional during this meeting with our newest journalist. I needed to stop being so desperate for his attention. I shouldn't expect anything from him but what I already had. After all he hadn't changed in the past few years. I would just have to take the small fragments of affections as they came. That was my life; that was this marriage. Later I decided I would pick out a sexy outfit for when Mike came home. Surprise him. Maybe a French maid outfit or a school girl costume. He did have a thing for the "hit me baby one more time" look.

Pulling into Pegasus Coffee I spotted a small girl with carefully arranged black hair sitting in the window. I smoothed my black and white striped top and wiped the mascara from eyes. That was the best I could do. I walked into the coffee shop and approached the woman.

"Are you Alice Whitlock?"

"Yeah, are you Isabella Swan?" she asked, her dark honey eyes soft. She motioned to the empty seat in front of her.

"Bella, call me Bella." I sat down across from her. "Would you like a coffee? They make a mean chai tea here."

"Sure, with soy milk."

I walked to the counter and placed our orders. I looked at Alice. She seemed so nice. Her cork wedges were tapping along to the music. I got our drinks and sat back down with her.

"So how long have you been here?" I asked taking a drink from my mug

"Only a week. My husband Jasper has been here before or at least the state. He has family in Bellingham. I guess that's kind of far away though isn't it?"

"Yeah, kind of. It's a nice area if you don't mind the rain. The summers are unbelievable." My mind drifted to the last time Mike and I did something during the summer. Our life used to be filled with outdoor adventures and sensual camping trips. Not anymore. I blinked from my reverie. "So what does your husband do?"

Alice's face lit up. "Jasper's an author of inspirational books. His latest one is called 'You're worth it'. Have you seen it? It's on the bestsellers list."

"Wait, Jasper Whitlock! Yeah I've heard of him. I have his book 'Feel This Way' on my shelf at home. It's quite dog eared. My husband doesn't really like those kinds of books but I really love the way Jasper breaks it down so easily," I explained.

"So you're married? How long? You look so young." She looked me up and down. I smirked at her comment. She didn't seem that much older than me.

"It was four years on last Thursday. We were married right out of high school. He manages his parent's outdoor equipment store down in Forks."

She nodded at me and glanced out the window. "So tell me about the paper. Honestly it doesn't seem like the arts and lifestyle is that happening around here. Of course I'm coming from Biloxi. Slightly larger than the Olympic Peninsula"

"Yeah I imagine it is. Well we're a small paper. Only about fifteen staff members. I'm kind of the helper I guess you could say. Joey is the editor. He's nice I guess when he's not fighting with his wife. When that happens he's a bit of a screamer. As for happening things we have wealth of great northwest artists around here as well as a lot of aspiring musicians. You know with everyone wanting to be the next Jimi Hendrix or Kurt Cobain."

She laughed at that. "Yeah I've heard that. What about fashion? Any good places to go shopping?" she asked with a stern set of her eyes. This girl liked to shop.

"Well we have some stores around here, but nothing too fancy. If you want real nice stuff you'd need to go to Seattle or up to Canada. Victoria is only a two hour ferry ride away and it's really lovely."

She smiled at me. "I can tell we're going to be fast friends Bella. I just have the foresight for these things."

So there is my first chapter. I'm sorry for making Mike such a jerk. I really do like him. He's the only cannon character that would fit with this story. I'm a newbie so I'd love some constructive criticism. I am so grateful to everyone who read this.

The song belongs to

Feist- La Même Histoire

Blink 182-First Date

No Doubt-Bathwater

Credit due to them.

Translation:

We live on the day, the day

Our desires, our love

It goes without knowing

It is always

In the same old story