It was a dark and stormy night….except it wasn't, because that is way too cliché and I would never start a story like that. So this is my first fan fiction on here, though I have written a bit. I guess just leave me a review and tell me if I suck or not. Any tips are appreciated. Thanks. :D

P.S. Please check out my profile for any views on any of the characters, because I am a bit anti-edward and twilight in general, but I do enjoy writing, and my friend got me interested in this. I'm giving it a shot, and if you have a problem with my opinions on a book (or any other subject…), stop reading now and never read anything I write again. Ever. I will tolerate negative comments, because a negative comment helps you become better at anything you are doing…and it is your opinion too. On the other hand, trashing me or my opinion will not be tolerated, in the least. I'll just ignore you. Mkay? Mkay. :]

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Home; A place that is supposed to bring comfort and love and understanding from other individuals in your life, or even just the surroundings. It is a place where you can be yourself and not worry about the little (and sometimes even big) things in life. So, why did it not seem like that here? Was it the bland white curtains, or the constant smell of cigarettes from the security guards downstairs? Maybe the neighbors, who insisted on bringing me "delicious home baked goods", that really, were not that good at all. Whatever it may have been, something was wrong. Life was changing, and the small apartment building I once called home was becoming an unstable environment; negative options were becoming the only options, and I needed those good ones back. I needed to get out of there, fast.

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Weather was a wonder. You could be told one thing from a friend, and see something entirely different on the news. In reality, the weather they told you were going to happen could not even be close to the real weather outside. Thus, why I dislike planes and flying in general.

So, on the third of August when I boarded the plane to Seattle and it was raining and the sun was not out and the promised cloudless skies were dark as night, unlike what the weather man had told me, I was already in a frustrated mood. Besides my plane being delayed and having to sit next to an old "friend" from college who just happened to be going to Seattle too, I was just peachy, excluding all that.

The flight was long, to say the least. Catching up with Edward took up most of the time. Apparently, he was going back to Seattle to intern with his father Dr. Cullen, and would be staying with him in Forks. What are the odds? I would be staying on the reservation right near there with my cousin Emily, and would be helping her out around the house until I found a job. She was getting married soon to a man named Sam Uley and was in need of an extra set of hands.

Edward thought we should share a cab too, to save some money, so my time with him was being extended by an hour or so. It was not that I hated Edward, really, I didn't. He was a nice enough man and was extremely good looking. My only problem with him was that he wanted to be more than friends, while I wished we could just be friends and forget about that. Our catching up on the plane killed my hopes and stomped on them with cleats, for he was in most definitely not ready to forget about his odd adoration with me. Edward's flirting was relentless.

Our ride to our homes was much the same as the flight. Edward continued to flirt with me, despite my obvious distaste and rejection. The only difference was the subjects we spoke of. What we did after college, what we ended up majoring in, and what our plans for the future were.

The taxi came to a gentle rest at the foot of what seemed to be an extremely long drive that was almost completely hidden by the natural foliage. A rusty gate enclosed the dirt road that disappeared as it winded up to, what I expected, was a beautiful home. "This is my stop," Edward informed the driver, as he slipped him some money, "There is extra for the girl to get home, plus the tip. She'll tell you where to go. Farewell, Bella." He gave me a gentle smile before grabbing his suitcase from the trunk and beginning the long ascend up the driveway.

Returning Edward with a slight wave, I told the driver the address, and we were off to La Push. Seeing my cousin Emily excited me. We had spoken over the phone and via e-mail, but seeing her in person for the first time in years made me giddy. She had told me of her fiancé, and I had even spoken to him on occasion. Sam seemed to be very busy though, with all of the boys that seemed to come and go to their house every day. They were practically living in the house themselves, was how Emily put it.

The rest of the drive to the reservation was peaceful, as short lived as it was. I had time to collect my thoughts and prepare myself to meet my cousin and fiancé, and whomever else she had invited to welcome me.

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So, it may be a bit until the next update, and i apologize in advance for this. I'm going to try and be good with this story and update every two weeks at the latest. My profile will also be up soon, and I'm also sorry for that not being up either despite my earlier remarks. I guess just read (which if you're reading this, I hope you read the above intro) and review. I appreciate it. Peace, kiddies. :P :]