So here's a new story I started because it just popped into my head. I guess you could say I was kinda bored and just got lost in writing it before I could stop myself. It's not that long but I promise that the next chapter will be longer!

Happy reading (:

BPOV

When I was ten years old my parents told me they didn't love each other anymore and that they were getting a divorce. I didn't understand what a divorce really was until my mom told me that we were leaving Los Angeles. Of course I remember screaming and yelling at her for taking me away from Charlie but she didn't listen.

My name is Isabella Swan and I am now seventeen years old. I haven't seen my dad for seven years but we do email each other every day to find out what is going on in each others life. I know that my mother, Renee hates him but he's my father. Charlie is a big movie producer in Los Angeles and he is currently working on this movie called Eclipse, which is the third movie in a series created from books. I have read them and I can't wait to see the movie, knowing my dad could pull a few strings to let me go to the premiere.

Renee, well there's not much to say about her except that she has her own clothing line and is working on her summer collection. When she first moved us out to New York we had very little money and she had a bunch of part time jobs just to pay off the rent for the apartment. She soon found her calling as a fashion designer and now owns many stores around the world. Of course they are all designer and I get a lot of free clothes which means I practically walk around New York looking like I just walked off a runway but that's how Renee wants me to look. She's always bugging me to go into modeling but I have told her countless times that I'm not interested.

Me? Well, not to sound conceited or anything but I've always thought I was beautiful with my long, brown, wavy hair and bright blue eyes. I have always been tall and right now I am about 5'9" and that is when I don't wear heels. I wear make up but I don't put tons on like those sluts who think that every boy wants them because what kind of guy wants a girl who is fake?

"Bella, Tyler's here!!" Oh. Did I mention that I have the best boyfriend a girl could ask for?

I ran down the stairs only to catch my foot on the last step sending me towards the floor. Instead of pain all I felt was warmth as I opened my eyes and was lost in two deep pools of chocolate, and I melted into the familiar embrace.

"Hey baby" I was snapped out of my trance when he spoke.

I finally stood up and blushed for zoning out, but who wouldn't when standing next to a god. Tyler was taller than me but didn't tower over me with his 6'2" frame and his body was hard not to stare at with his defined muscles and perfectly natural tan. I looked towards his face and was immediately drawn once again to his hypnotic eyes but didn't fail to notice his perfect midnight coloured hair and I had the urge to run my fingers through it. His lips were pulled into a perfect smile and I quickly moved my lips towards his giving him a quick peck, reveling in the softness of them and his sweet taste.

After having my daily drool fest over my boyfriend I decided to finally give him a proper greeting, "hey there, handsome."

He chuckled, "I see someone's a bit clumsy today, eh?"

I pouted, "You know I hate it when you tease me like that, it's not my fault the stairs were in the way!"

"It amazes me how you still haven't mastered them after how many years of going up and down them", he shook his head, mocking me, "well, shall we go?"

I nodded and saying goodbye to my mom, I grabbed my coat knowing it would be cold outside and grabbing Tyler's hand I closed the door behind me. As we walked out into the night, an uncomfortable silence took over and I couldn't help but feel like something was off about him.

"Tyler?"

He looked at me, "yeah, babe?"

I looked to the ground and then straight into his eyes, "you know you can tell me anything right?"

He nodded and started to say something but stopped and sighed, letting go of my hand. By that point I knew that something definitely wasn't right and my mind was reeling with possibilities: was he moving? Did I do something wrong? Is he going to break up with me?

My thoughts stopped when he spoke, "Bella, things have been great for the past year, but I think….shit. You know what? I'm just going to come right out and say it, I cheated on you! There I said it, the cat's out of the bag!"

I just stood there taking in what he just said and only picked up on one word: cheated. My vision started blurring and I was blinded with rage, how could he do this to me? How could I have been so stupid not to notice? I started screaming at him calling him every possible name I could think of and at the same time I was mad at myself for putting up with his bullshit.

"How long?", My voice was shaky, dreading the answer.

He gulped, "three months…"

I closed my eyes in an attempt to calm myself, "I knew this was too good to be true, but hey at least I tried…you know what? I'm done here, goodbye Tyler."

Without letting him say a word I walked away and back to my apartment silently until I got to my room. I curled up on my bed and started sobbing, not because he cheated, but because nothing ever went the way I wanted it to. I guess that's life though, right? In that moment I decided that I would let life control me and I knew that I needed change, so I decided to put an end to it.

I was going to Los Angeles to see my father. So I called the airport and got a ticket for the first flight to LA, packed my things, and left a note on my bed telling my mom why I was leaving and not to worry.

After I got on the plane, I remember watching New York fade away before I closed my eyes and dreamed of tomorrow, where I would finally see Charlie after seven years.

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