A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first "official" Twilight Fanfic, so be nice and do give it a try, okay? This idea has been nagging at me, which is why I wrote it. I promise the action is at the back, by chapter 9 it would be presented! Don't let the story name fool you. Innocent story? Well, read on to find out! (This is a rewritten version of the first chapter) Thanks to my beta, Kelly! Check out her work on fanfiction, their awesome! Her username is TwilighterMindBodyAndSoul

BPOV

Life is sometimes what I would say, a load of bullshit.

Why did I say its bullshit? Well, I don't really count being tangled up in a mess of dog leashes at ten in the morning, on a Saturday, as being all rainbows and butterflies.

(Should always try to write numbers in words rather than digits)

(Thoughts should/can be distinguished by making them italics – don't have to, but I like to show difference)

Welcome to the life of me, I'm Isabella Marie Swan. But please don't ever call me that, call me Bella. I'm currently majoring in Psychology at Yale University, and am a freelance photographer at National Geography. To me, New Haven, Connecticut is a good place to live, while growing up in wet, cold and cloudy weather of dear old Forks, Washington.

There is nothing special about me, nothing that shouts 'popular' or 'drop dead gorgeous', but that doesn't really worry me, in fact I hate being in the spotlight.

However, the whole world, okay, maybe not the whole world, tells me that I don't see myself clearly.

My parents are still happily married, even after twenty-five years. It sickens me at times, especially when I catch them swapping goo-goo eyes with each other, which probably means that they're both going to pounce on each other once I've left the room.

My mother, Renee is a florist. I remember growing up and finding a new flower arrangement on the kitchen counter every afternoon after school. Sometimes they would be the classis daisies and sunflowers, something that would brighten up any room. But then other times I think that my mother's creative side got the best of her and I would find something that would almost represent weeds.

My father Charles, or Charlie was the police chief of good old Forks. He was the best dad you could ever ask for. He was loyal to his family and loyal to his town. But there was one thing that would always remain a mystery to me, exactly how much crime can really happen in a small town named after a cooking utensil?

Come in dispatch we have spoons speeding down the highway, or drunken Knives committing robbery? Really?

Today has started out to be not such a good one. I found myself in a frenzy this morning, screaming for Jasper Whitlock, my best friend cum brother cum roommate for help.

"Jasper! Help me get Timmy and Katie off me!" I yelled down the hall as I attempted to leash up Marley.

Katie, Marley and Timmy are our dogs. Well, Timmy is rightfully Jasper's, though I love him all the same. Katie and Timmy are Golden Retrievers, while Marley is; you guessed it, a Labrador Retriever. Yes, I'm a sucker for that name. Hey, don't mock me. Marley and Me was a brilliant book, okay.

I am currently trying to leash Marley up for our daily after breakfast walk. Katie and Timmy were leashed already, just waiting to go, but Marley was being difficult.

Jasper and I enjoyed these walks. It gives us some time to escape from our jobs and stress, and catch up with each other. Sure, we live together, but that does not mean we have all the time in the world to continue bonding our sibling-like-love for each other.

This morning was tough; Marley is not the easiest dog to control. He is full of energy, crazy and refuses to listen to me some days, what can I say, he's a puppy. Well, maybe he is five years old, but he is still a puppy at heart. Unfortunately, this was one of the days. To top it all of with a big, red cherry, Katie and Timmy, my usually fuss free, chillax Goldie's were kicking up a natural disaster-esque fuss. They pawed at the door for a minute or so, and then come to slobber all over me and squirm about, while tangling me up in their web of leashes.

This, along with the fact that I did not sleep well the night before and the fact they were barking up a storm did NOT put me in a good mood.

"JASPER WHITLOCK! GET YOUR FREAKING BUTT DOWN HERE AND HELP ME OUT!" I hollered, pissed till no ends.

Stress; One of the only things that could ever get to me, ever since high school, I always had quite a problem dealing with stress, whether it was an assignment that was due, or worrying about certain scores that did it for me.

Actually, I got Marley under the recommendation of my friends, family and doctor on the stand that he could help me cope with my occasional meltdowns. Not that I weren't already planning to get a Lab in the first place, so it worked out quite well. So Marley has been my constant companion these five years, before Katie and Timmy entered the picture three years ago, when Jasper and I moved to our current apartment.

Jasper and I go back quite far. In fact, since we were in diapers, I think. I can't help but smile every time our mothers recount the story to us. It's not like we could actually remember it, but it was nonetheless a very innocent scene.

Flashback:

My tummy's sore, my throat's sore and I'm hungry. Mommy and I were at the big shop where we fill food in a big silver coloured pusher. I always help mommy by placing candy in the back. Mommy lets me choose one treat if I'm a good girl and we go to the park afterwards. But today we're going to see Doctor Cullen, he's my most favourite doctor in the whole wide world.

'Momma, my tummy's growling at me.' My mommy looked back down at me and smiled.

'How about we get you your favourite mac and cheese, how does that sound?' she placed another bag of food into the back of the pusher. I quickly shook my head.

'No mommy, it hurts' I placed my hands over my tummy and squeezed my eyes closed as it started to growl again. Tears started to roll down my cheeks and drop onto my hands.

Soon, I was bawling my eyes out. I was sick, cranky and hungry. A three year old throwing a tantrum in a supermarket aisle isn't always the easiest thing to deal with, but my mother is always the patient kind soul

'I know baby, but we'll be at the doctors soon okay?' My mommy was the best mommy in the world, she always knew how to take care of me. Mommy left me and the pusher next to the candy spot and told me to pick something out for after dinner.

As she was browsing for mac and cheese, a little boy about a year older then me came up to me and handed me a candy.

"Hiyas! I'm Jasper! What's your name?" I looked around and saw a young boy sitting in his pusher next to me.

"Bella." I whispered, a smile gracing my face, though the tears were still dripping down my cheeks.

"Aww, don't cry anymore, Bella. You won't look pretty if your eyes are puffy and red. You will look like the…the boogie monster!" Jasper enthused, whipping his hands into the air and mimicking the boogie monster.

At this, I had to laugh. "Don't be silly! Boogie monsters don't exist!" I snickered, shoving my little palm against his shoulder.

"Aww, so cute!" my mother and Jasper's mom, cooed.

"You know what, I think we've found a play mate!" Jasper's mother whispered animatedly to my mom. With that, numbers were exchanged and our nineteen years and counting friendship was born.

I smiled as I was brought back from the past. As a matter of fact, I still had that very candy wrapper till this very day, nineteen years later. Little did I know back then but Jasper had in fact taken the candy out of his own trolley and given it to me.

My sweet memories were disrupted when reality came crashing down seconds later. Marley was still barking, and starting to wind his leash around my ankles.

"God damn it, Marley, what sort of drugs are you on? Didn't your mama teach you better then to do drugs, you stupid oaf?" I muttered under my breath, trying to grab hold of him.

"Damn it, Jasper! Move your ass and come help me deal with this shit!" I hollered again.

"Honey, what's with all the screaming at ten in the freaking morning?" He complained as he stomped down the hallway.

"Honey," I mimicked his nickname for me in a patronizing tone, "your nuts will be gone if you don't fucking entangle these leashes off me, so help me!"

Jasper gulped. "Okay, okay! Just don't kill my manhood!" he sighed in defeat as he began untangling the pile of mess created by the three of them. By the time he was done, it was already twenty minutes passed ten and we were an hour and twenty minutes late for our usual walks. Let's just pray that the three musketeer's bladders aren't that full.

"Let's go then." Jasper said, grabbing his wallet and the keys. I rolled my eyes and grabbed Marley's leash while Jasper grabbed Timmy and Katie's. Marley was so much of a work out that Jasper has to help me walk Katie on my behalf. Well, that's the good thing about a best friend. He never complains, even when the going gets tough.

I tugged on Marley's leash and walked out of the apartment, right behind Jasper.

A/N: So, how did you like this revised version of chapter one? Please review and let me know!

Tammy