Hey, everyone! This idea came to me while browsing all the Twilight fanfiction on here, and I decided to whip this baby up right here to see what ya'll think. :) Don't be shy, leave a review!

I apologize if third person bothers any one of you guys, since I've noticed that most of the fanfic on here is in first; I'm sorry, but I don't know if you'd want to write anything I wrote in first person - not to mention I absolutely hate writing it. So... yeah. And if you see anything that needs fixing, as I do not own a copy of either the book or the movie, and am mostly going off of memory and what I've read on here recently, just lemme know in a review. :P

Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize, including the characters and story line of Twilight, or Guns 'N Roses or any of their songs.

Warning: Slight language (mostly in later chapters), OOC!Bella

~ Chapter One ~

Bella sighed, running a hand through her long brown hair before brushing strands of it behind a pierced ear. She was dead on her feet, and would have gladly keeled over had she not been firmly seated at her desk in her seventh period History class. The ever dull Mr. Scott droned on about some King Henry and his "numerous wives"; Bella could recall something about an heir, but that was about it.

Out of all her classes, History had to be the worst. Who cared about something that happened a hundred years ago? Bella certainly didn't.

Her chocolate brown eyes shifted from the bespectacled teacher to the clock above the doorway, reading a time of 2:15. Five minutes to go. Five incredibly painful minutes.

"... King Henry then died in 1547, and his son, Edward, took the crown..."

So.

Boring.

Suppressing a groan, Bella resisted the urge to bang her head against the edge of her desk in hopes of making it stop. Then again, she mused dryly, that probably wasn't the best of ideas; she had a killer headache already. Mr. Scott's nasally voice dominated the otherwise silent classroom, only interrupted by the periodic snoring of her fellow classmates or the small cries of dying brain cells...

The bell rang, giving several students an unwelcome wake up call; the boy sitting beside her jolted, drool running down his cheek while he mumbled incoherently. Bella paid the boy no mind and pumped her fist in the air, her day getting phenomenally better in the short thirty seconds that had passed since the bell. She slid out of her seat and gathered her things, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. She smiled at the thought of seeing Edward. It was one of those rare, sunny days in Forks, Washington, the kind that the Cullens would be forced to stay out of school for. Or, as the majority of the student body thought, out camping. Bella sniggered. Honestly, try as she might, she was forever unable to visualize her boyfriend camping.

Bella pulled the class door open, and walked into the clearing hallway. The small amount of students attending Forks High School didn't take long to get out the front door, especially on a Friday. Not to mention the sun was a definite bonus.

Avoiding the few teens left, she descended the stairs, careful not to trip over her own two feet. Exiting through the door nearest to the parking lot, Bella waltzed towards her old truck. Wielding her keys, she unlocked it with a click and clambered inside, slamming the door shut after her. Switching on the radio Edward had installed for her, she started up the truck with a grin, the engine beginning to purr softly. Static buzzed from the speakers, and Bella reached over to adjust the dial. Stations whizzed by, none peaking her interest.

"-I wanna scream and shou-"

"-bulletproof, nothing to lose-"

"-never, ever, getting back toge-"

Shutting off the radio with an unimpressed snort, Bella opened the passenger seat glove box to reveal a hidden stash of discs. Sifting through them, she ultimately decided on one titled Appetite for Destruction, a Guns 'N Roses album. Opening the case, she popped it in the slot, and tossed the empty case on the seat beside her. Bella, waiting for the music to begin, put the truck into gear. Turning all the way around in order to see past the rear window, Bella hit the gas and backed out from her parking spot.

The steady thrum of a guitar erupted from the speaker, soon joined by another, each complimenting the other perfectly.

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to a special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Bella's brown hair bobbed as she nodded her head to the rhythm of the song, tapping her delicate fingers on the thin steering wheel as she did so. Driving out into the road, she began to sing along, her voice warbling slightly out of key. Bella never played this kind of music around Edward - mostly, she guessed, because she never had a chance to remember. Her taste in music had to be the last thing on her mind when in the company of her boyfriend.

Pulling into the driveway of her and Charlie's house, Bella slapped her hand down on the CD player, shutting it off before the final track had ended. Smiling to herself, she removed the keys and got out, making sure to lock it before heading to the front door.

Shaking the doorknob experimentally, Bella determined that Charlie was still at work, before remembering the short note that had been left at her bedside that had told her just that. Holding up a different key this time, she unlocked the door and entered, tossing her backpack carelessly to the side and making a bee line for the kitchen; she was starved.

Stomach rumbling, Bella pulled the fridge door open and grabbed last night's leftovers, unwilling to make anything new. Elbowing it closed, Bella sat at the dining table and ripped off the plastic cover of the small container filled with mac and cheese. Grabbing a fork, she dove right in, not much caring that it was near frozen solid.

"Surely you could have made something better than that?"

The silverware fell from her grip, her hand coming to her chest to feel the skittering heart beneath her shirt; Bella spun around to see none other than her boyfriend, Edward. Beautiful as ever, ice cold skin sparkling in the sunlight, his golden eyes stared back at her, tinged with concern. "I'm sorry, love; did I scare you?"

Sighing in relief, Bella shook her head. "No, no. I'm fine..." Looking down, she realized she had stood up completely, and sunk back into her seat.

"Are you sure?"

Bella rolled her eyes at his worry. "Yes," she said.

Turning back around, Bella retrieved her fork and stabbed a piece of macaroni. Edward watched her with an odd amount of interest, which would have unnerved Bella had she not been used to her boyfriend's quirks. Before she could bring the food to her lips, the doorbell rang; "I can get it," the vampire offered, noticing the look on his girlfriend's face. "No, it's alright. I'll get it." She let out an annoyed huff as she tossed the fork on the table in frustration. It hit the wood with a bang, and her chair screeched as she stood. Bella marched to the front door and opened it forcefully, answering it with a hostile hiss. "Yes?"

Standing on the stoop was a man, dressed head to toe in black and a helmet clasped at his side. He smiled at her crookedly. "Well, look who it is; good ol' Bella Swan." The man looked her over, and he added: "Holy shit, girl, what happened to you?"

Getting over shock, she beamed. "Jason!" she screamed, forgetting her hunger and annoyance, and launched herself towards him. The man, Jason, laughed. "Good to see you, too, Bells," he said, hugging her back.

"Sorry to interrupt, but... who are you?" Edward, now standing at the shadowed doorway and taking visible care to avoid the sunlight, inquired, his nose scrunched in uncharacteristic confusion.

"Um..."

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