Another new story, wow that's two in one night.

Ok so this one is kinda different than my other stories, ok a LOT different.

It's Edward and Bella again, seriously people suggest another pairing for me to do :P

It is in both English and Italian in some parts.

Ok so here's what it's about…

Bella used to live in Forks with her mother and father. She grew up with the Cullen kids; Alice, Emmett and of course Edward. Bella and Edward were inseparable (you will read more about their childhood later on). Life was perfect until her mother dragged her away to Italy to live with some rich guy she had been cheating on Charlie with. They move away and Bella was never really happy. Sure the money and fashion was great but she wanted to be home, and home was Forks, home was with her father and Edward; it wasn't enough seeing them once a year she wanted to be there permanently. Now we find her signing up for her Senior year back at Forks High and who sweeps her off her feet… none other than Edward Cullen himself.

So let's try this one out and see where it goes

Enjoy

Xx

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Italian Beauty

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BPOV:

"Dare il benvenuto alle Forchette piovose. Speriamo che lei ha avuto un volo pacifico ed ameremmo vederla di nuovo presto." The captain announced saying; 'Welcome to rainy Forks. We hope you had a peaceful flight and we would love to see you all again soon.' Got to love Italians.

"Ringraziarla ed il commiato." I said smiling to the flight attendant as I got off the plane. My accent sounded pure Italian by now and I loved it.

"Commiato" The flight attendant said smiling back at me.

As soon as I got off the plain I noticed it was raining and the passenger behind me leant me his umbrella. I smiled at him as I walked through the rain in my Gucci boots and white coat trying hard not to get either of them wet. I was smart enough to put my hair up in a twist so that it wouldn't get caught out if it was raining. What can I say, living in Italy changes one's appreciation of fashion and appearances, especially when your best friend is Heidi the belezza.

I reached the terminal and handed the umbrella back to the nice man before heading off to the baggage claim. Of course my father was already there waiting for me with the biggest smile on his face.

"Bella!" He yelled out when he saw me and I walked faster to him.

"Il Bella il mio neonata. Deve essere la venuta terribile qui dopo Italia." Father said kissing me on each cheek before my forehead. I was impressed; he'd been practicing his Italian.

"Padre di ahh. L'Italia era bella ma manco la mia casa." I said hugging him tightly.

"I missed you il mio neonata. I'm so glad I have you back." He murmured quietly.

"Non ci è luogo come a casa. La mia casa è qui. La mia casa è delle Forchette. La mia casa è con mio padre." I said smiling up at him. I laughed when he looked confused. "There's no place like home. My home is here. My home is Forks. My home is with my father." I translated for him.

He hugged me tightly again. "I love you Bells." He said before stepping back and holding me at arms distance. "Now let me get a good look at you." He said looking me over quickly. "Bello" He said quietly and smiled at me. "Let us go get your bags." He said and we walked over to the collection area.

Just my luck, my bags had just come out, but there were a lot so it was hard to get all of them but other passengers helped and when I turned around to thank the last person I squealed. "Jackie!" Here was my favorite gay guy ever. I wrapped my arms around him and he laughed.

We pulled a part and got a good look at each other. "Dang girl you turned out to be a total babe. I love your hair, oh and your shoes, and your clothes and oh my gosh I've missed you." He rambled on. I just laughed along with him.

"Gosh I missed you too." I said smiling as we hugged again quickly. We grabbed all of my bags only the two of them wouldn't let me carry any and got two flight attendants to help with my bags. I was used tot this kind of service in Italy but I had to admit it made me feel a little bit awkward here. It was still raining so I was left to wait with the bags while Charlie brought the car around. He loaded them in the boot and soon we were driving off home.

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"So Bella, how did you find living in Italy? Meet any cute boys?" Jackie asked later that night when we were having dinner.

"Oh sì era così bello. L'ho amato lì e Heidi era il mio migliore amico. Mancherò Alec ma ha promesso di venire la visita e ho promesso di ritornare in tempo per il lancio di moda di caduta. Sì c'erano qualche individui carini. Il Felix e Demitri..." I said fanning myself at remembering it all, I had forgotten to speak English.

"Uhhh…" Jackie said confused. I laughed softly and Charlie joined in.

"Il Bella penso che lei abbia bisogno di a muto esso giù un po'per Jackie qui" Father laughed.

"Ok yes so can we dumb it down to Jackie language now?" Jackie laughed awkwardly it only made me crack up more. "What? What's so funny?"

"Father had just said the same thing." I laughed. "Ok so Italy is beautiful, I love it there but I really missed mio padre. I'm going to miss it dearly, especially Heidi my best friend and little Alec but they both promised to come visit soon and I the same. The fashion was amazing and I plan to go back in time for the Fall fashion launch, Aro has already got me passes. As for the boys. Well I'm definitely going to miss Felix and Demitri." I laughed the last part as did father; I had told him all about Felix and Demitri attempts.

Jackie left after dinner and promised to come back over the weekend with Quil and Embry. I decided to go to bed early seeing as how I would have to go and sign up for Senior year at Forks High tomorrow. Father assured me I didn't have to actually go to school but I should still go do the paper work. I will admit it was a pain, I was used to how in Italy Aro would simply call up and it would be done. But I was here now with mio padre and I was happy. I was also happy that I would now be able to see my Edward all the time and not just once a year. The thought of seeing him again made me smile.

Father showed me my bedroom and I smiled seeing that it was still exactly the same. All of my pictures were still on the wall, the same desk in the corner, same curtains, same four poster bed with the blue canopy and bed spread, same walk in wardrobe. My bags were already up here so father just left me to get settled after saying goodnight and kissing on each cheek; he had learnt enough Italian customs from each time I had come home. I placed all of my clothes and shoes and bags in the wardrobe, set my purple laptop on the desk, and pulled out the photos of those I had left behind and placed them everywhere around the room. Smiling to myself I allowed myself to get changed into a silk nightgown and got into bed. I put on some of my old favorite music; Clare delune by Debussy; as I fell asleep thinking of being back home.