Two Become One

Disclaimer-The wonderful author that is Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight and I own nothing.

AN: I have yet to decide if I am 'Team Edward' or 'Team Jacob' it is too had to pick. This story is kinda both. Slightly following the saga, but with different events and a twist. First Eddie boy…then Jake, but I think the story will mostly be JxB I kinda have a thing for the wolves, what with New Moon coming! I already have tickets.*Ducks for cover and hides from anyone who can't get them*

My story will be split into 'sections' which will be different POVs, Bella's for the first, then I will be switching to Jacob's (not so sure about writing a guy's POV, what with not being one) during most of "Twilight".

I will start the Bella/Edward relationship, let it flourish, switch to Jake for a while, and possibly bounce back and forth between the two when my story takes place during "New Moon" and beyond, but with Edward not coming back…or does he?? I think I might even split it into multiple stories too. That is if I have enough ideas.

Once Edward leaves it will be any ideas that pop in my head or ideas from readers. I want to write something that will be enjoyed, so give me ideas.

Please enjoy. Ideas, questions and encouragement are wanted. Please keep the 'meanness' to yourself. If you don't like my story, don't read it, simple as that. This is my first story of any kind. I am no author so please be patient. I will try to update frequently.

Chapter 1: The Past

You'd think that if someone grew up in a small town they would want to move to the big city, but I have already done that. I didn't necessarily grow up in Forks, but my life wasn't a life until I moved there. Actually, I grew up in Phoenix, Arizona and then moved to teeny tiny Forks, Washington half way through my junior year.

My parents split when I was young. I can't really remember it and my mom won't talk about it much. We are close, but not that close. My dad is sort of a touchy subject for her. So I don't bring up that conversation. We are more like best friends then mother and daughter. We can talk about almost anything; except boys. Then we head into puberty and hormones and anatomy and bananas. I try to discourage her, but gave up. I just nod and smile now. She thinks I know nothing. This is the 21st Century for crying out loud. You can learn more on the school bus and in the hallways then you would in just about any sex education class. We do the occasional shop, but for me movies and books are more my thing. I tend to get wrapped up in books so much the outside world could fall apart and I wouldn't notice. Okay so maybe I would.

Up until a year ago it was just Renee and me. She worked at the elementary school near our Phoenix home. She then met Phil during one of her many career changes. She liked kids, but it didn't pay well. So she went back to college. Phil was going to the University to get his masters in business. They met when she 'accidently' tripped when she wanted to get his attention. It's kinda cute. It was like love at first site, sorta sickening in the beginning how they were always touching each other's hands and kissing. I have just about no experience when it came to relationships. I had one brief time when I had a 'boyfriend' in middle school. It lasted one week. Plain and simple. Nothing happened we talked on the phone. Then he stopped calling and didn't come to school. So I forgot about him. Come to think of it, I can't even remember his name now. Ha ha ha hmmmm. Moving on.

Phil and Renee got married within 8 months. The wedding was beautiful, they enjoyed their Honeymoon. Ew. Then Phil got this job. I don't really know what it is, but he got to travel everywhere and my mom is the sort of person who doesn't like to stay in one place. She was just itching to go with him because he can afford to bring her, but she had to stay with me. So I made a decision. I will go live with my dad in Washington. Don't get me wrong I love Phoenix and my mom. Always will, but I needed a change too. My mom told me I didn't have to, but I wanted her happy.

It was Thanksgiving break when I brought up the idea of moveing in with Charlie. My mom wasn't to thrilled in the beginning, but with the help of Phil she came around. He started talking about going to India in two months and caved. She cried for a few hours and then she was fine. I had called Charlie and he was extatic. He was so excited for me to come and live with him. I had started packing two weeks before Christmas break. I had a flight to Seattle just after Christmas. I would take what I needed to get through a couple weeks and then Renee and Phil would ship the rest of my stuff. Christmas was quite and low key. I could tell my mom was sad. This would be our last Chrismas in Phoenix unless they came to see me in Washington. Which won't happen. Renee and Charlie only talked when they had to make plans for me to go to see him in Washington and then California. I don't know why they are on sutch bad terms. I think I might ask Charlie about that. He seems to be the kind of dad that will give and tell anything to his only daughter. I works wonders sometimes.

At first I was asking myself if I made the right choice. Now on the plane to Washington, I know I did. This would be a good thing. I get to spend some time with my dad. It has been a few years since I had been to Washington.

Every year of my childhood I would spend a few weeks during the summer with him, but that stopped when I turned 12. I was swimming with one of my dad's fishing buddy's son, Jacob Black, at First beach when my dad asked me to get out of the water for a moment and come for a walk. Of course I didn't argue, why should I? It's not that I didn't like Jake he was just a year younger and a little immature. He was just getting over that weird 'girls have cooties' stage and heading towards 'Oh boy! Boobies!' So I tended to hang out with his older sisters, Rebecca and Rachel.

My dad and I started walking and I could tell he was nervous. But why? He was picking his cuticles so I really knew something was up. So I just bluntly asked him what was up. At first he was silent, but then he stuttered for a few seconds. This was really getting on my nerves. He finally said something like 'I found someone'. OK, so he found someone. He finds someone every day. He is the Chief of Police here in Forks. He could obviously see in my eyes that I was confused and so he clarified. He had said he found a 'girlfriend'. They go way back, she is the widow of an old friend of his. Her name is Sue. I recognized the name, but I was so blindsided I didn't care. He started to tell me about her. She had two kids, Seth was 10 and Leah was 16. Ok so now I know who she was. He told me about when they were kids so I asked him how long they had been together. He mumbled something, but I didn't hear him. So I asked again. He said he had grown up with Harry even though he lived on the reservation. When Harry died 8 years ago suddenly, Sue needed someone. So he became a friend, which led to really good friends, to dating. He had said they had been dating for about a year. A YEAR!! And he was now telling me!! He also told me he had planned on proposing soon. I couldn't listen any more.

I ran from him as fast as I could, tripping multiple times. In the one moment that I want to just get away, my clumsiness had to rear its ugly head. I knew this day would come when one of my parents would fine a significant other; I just wasn't ready. This was the only time I had with him since my parent's divorce. It hurt to know that he was moving on. I couldn't face him, so I went to the next person that could get me out of here, Sam. He has always been like a big brother to me. I helped me when I was five. I am not the most corrdinated person, I had slipped and he rushed to me after I started crying. He lives on the La Push reservation. So over the years I saw him a lot. Luckily he was hanging around First beach so I ran straight towards him. He asked wants wrong and through the tears I was able to get out 'get me outta here'. He didn't ask any questions as he stirred me towards his mom's car. We drove to Charlie's house in silence. Even though this was the last place I wanted to be he knew we had to go here first; he got out and I stayed in the car. He went into the house and was back out with my suitcase within minutes. His cell in hand talking to the airport; I knew I could always count on him. Though he wasn't quick enough, I could hear the cruiser coming down the street. Using my eyes I was begging Sam to hurry, but I was too late. Charlie was calling my name as he got out. I just raised my hand and said 'I can't do this, I going home'. He didn't say anything else except 'I love you, always know that'.

Now that you know my not so sad sob story which is my fault, I know I shouldn't have acted like that. I apologized later, but didn't want to go to Washington again. So instead we went to the beach in California. Now, you can see how I wasn't sure if coming to live my my dad would be that good of an idea. I know that I had acted childish, but the weirdness of it is still there. He had sent me an e-mail a few months after that saying he had proposed to Sue and the wedding will be the following summer. I didn't go to the wedding, which I regret now. He was my dad and I wasn't there for him. He said don't worry about it, but I still do. Now that I am 17, and years had passed, I am happy for him. Even though I am coming to live with him, I knew he was taken care of. He is the worst cook ever. So at least he was fed, but I was not looking forward to living with both of them and her kids, well kid. Leah was going to the community college in Port Angeles and was only home for the weekends; sometimes. He had lived with her since they dated, but ew. I know my mind just went to the gutter, but that house is small. My room is right next his, well theirs and I hope more than anything that I don't hear anything. Not that I don't know what could be going on behind that closed door. My mom had 'the talk' with me before I was ten. OK gotta leave the gutter now.

Come to think of it, how did everyone fit? That house couldn't fit everyone. Eh, I will just ask Charl…I mean Dad when I see him. For some odd reason when I am not talking to my parents directly I tend to use their names. He doesn't really care for it, but I slip sometimes.

"We will be landing at Seattle International Airport shortly, please put on your seat belts now."

Well, here goes nothing.