AN/ This is my second stab at writing, this is totally different from His Eyes and I'm having so much fun writing this.

I hope everyone likes it. Please review, it helps me so much.

This will be told in only Bella's point of view. This Bella has an attitude and isn't afraid to speak her mind.

This will not be a typical love story...enjoy!

I do not own Twilight. But I do hope you enjoy my take on

Stephanie Meyer's characters

Chapter 1 Absolutely (Story Of A Girl)

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looked so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

Absolutely (Story Of A Girl)-Nine Days

"Isabella Swan, is that you?" I heard a girly voice behind me. It almost made me drop the box I had been holding. I glanced at the writing and saw "MIXER." and Oh, shit. I'll cut a bitch if my glass mixer broke.

I hesitated to turn around; I knew when I decided to move back to Forks that people would recognize me. When I did look to see who called me, I was surprised.

"Angela!" I smiled, jumping down from the back of the moving van that was parking in the front of Charlie's house.

"How have you been, Bella?" Angela hugged me.

"Good. I'm going to be working at the elementary school." I shrugged.

Was I supposed to ramble off every little thing I had done since I left?

"You're a teacher?" she said definitely surprised.

"Yup, first grade," I smiled awkwardly.

Why the fuck was everyone so surprised?

"You're moving back in with your dad?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"For the time being," I shrugged.

"Enough about me. What have you been up to?" I said hoping to change the subject.

"I'm married to Eric and we run the Forks newspaper. We have a son named Felix, he's in first grade, maybe you'll have him." she smiled.

"Congratulations." I said, sadly. Dad had told me all about them getting married. Why the fuck didn't I visit more?

"Thanks. Give me a call; we'll have lunch sometime."

I was about to say I didn't have her number, and then I realized I was back in a small town and would have no problem getting it.

"That sounds great. See you around."

I make a few more trips to bring in the last of the boxes. I piled most of the boxes in the dining room and went to make something for lunch.

Fuck, I should have known Charlie wouldn't have much. Damn it, I looked like shit and I didn't want to go grocery shopping. The only other alternative was the diner, which I didn't want to brave so, grocery shopping it was.

There was no way I was taking the moving truck; hopefully Dad was correct about my old truck still running. I opened the door and the smell hit me, I gotta remember to buy one of those pine tree shaped air fresheners.

"Just fucking start." I scolded when the car wouldn't start the first time. The second time I tried, the engine roared to life.

"That's my big boy." I patted the dashboard. "I'll get you a quart of oil, would that make you feel better?"

Did I just ask a vehicle a question?

I really did fit in with first graders; I shook my head at myself.

Driving through town, I noticed everything looked the same. The gas station had the same sign, the diner had that same ugly green roof and the grocery store had the same carts. You'd think after this time there would be some sort of big change, but no. It made me miss the city, but Forks had one thing no city had... a job opening. I was convinced Charlie had to have something to do with me getting the position.

I managed to fill my cart up with groceries and wasn't stopped by anyone. When I walked up to the checkouts, I knew that would change. I knew I couldn't escape it. Jessica Stanley was the cashier; she looked exactly the same as I remembered. I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. Not saying that she was ugly; she just looked bitchy. I shouldn't judge someone. Even though I hadn't seen them in seven years, people change. I know I sure did.

"Hello, Bella." Jessica greeted with a scowl on her face and bitterness in her voice.

"Jessica." I raised my eyebrows.

"You're back."

"Yup, and I see you're still here." I shot back.

Be nice, Bella. She just looked at me in shock.

"We're both adults. I shouldn't have said that. Truce?" I stuck my hand out; she shook it but had a perplexed look on her face.

"$184.72 is your total." she smiled like the polite worker she was.

"Holy shit, that's expensive."

"Bella, there's children around." Jessica warned.

How did I ever handle filtering myself around my students?

"Sorry." I turned to the mother behind me; she was covering her child's ears with her hands.

I swiped my card and sprinted out of there. Great way to make a second impression in this town. Hopefully, I didn't have any students whose parents were in the grocery store. It didn't matter. By the time school started next week everyone would be well aware of my mouth. Fuck.

I was putting the bags in the back of the truck when the reflection of a shiny, silver car blinded me. I squinted and gave the car a dirty look, like it was the cars fault. I rolled my eyes at myself. I was shoving a bag of cans over the side of the truck bed when the driver of the shiny car caught my attention. Real people weren't that beautiful, this man was indescribable. But I'll try, his eyes sparkled, yes fucking sparkled. His body was firm with the right amount of muscle and his shirt showed that off perfectly. His hair was bronze and messy, begging for fingers to run through it. I'd sign up for that shit any day. He caught me staring at him and he smiled a smile that came up on one side. My knees almost gave out, but I did drop the bag, throwing a few cans to the ground.

He silently laughed as he passed by me. Fucker didn't even stop

"Ass." I muttered, throwing a can in the bed and open my door.

"What did you say?" ge turned around.

"I called you an ass." I slammed my door shut and started the engine.

I took off towards home, I assume leaving him standing there.

When I got home, I cleaned out the cabinets and refrigerator, and then put the groceries away.

I was dragging the bag of expired and stale food outside when Charlie came home.

"Need some help, Bells?" Charlie came running up.

"No, I got it." I assured.

"Here, let me." Charlie took it from me.

"I can handle it, Dad," I said harshly

"I know, just let people help you," Charlie shook his head.

"Whatever," I shook my head.

"So, what did you get for dinner?" Charlie said as he put the bag in the trash can.

"How did you know I got anything?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

"I got a call saying someone was swearing at the grocery store, I figured it had to be you," he smiled.

"Damn small town gossip," I huffed.

"Bella, I don't have to tell you..." Charlie trailed off.

"I know, I know. I'll be a good girl. Promise, Chief Swan." I saluted.

"So, what's for dinner, Bells?" Charlie said rubbing his stomach.

"I've not been here a full day and you want me to cook?" I teased.

"You know..." he started to apologize.

"I know, I ordered a pizza," I patted him on his shoulder.

We walked in the back door and were hit by a wall of boxes.

"I didn't know where else to put them," I shrugged.

"Just give me a path and I'm okay," he laughed.

We maneuvered our way around the boxes like a real life game of Tetris. I brought the boxes with my clothes upstairs and the boxes with stuff I wouldn't need got put in the shed. By the time I was finished, the pizza was here and Charlie was already in front of the TV.

I turned on my laptop and did a search to see if there was anything to do around here these days. That was a bust, but I did end up getting grease all over my keyboard. That shit would be there for life, now I needed a new laptop.

"Dad, you know everyone in town, right?"

"Yes." He raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"This guy...never mind."

"Are you sure, Bells?"

What did I think, that he would know who the owner of a shiny silver car was?

"This guy at the grocery store. I just wanted to know if you knew who he was but I don't expect you to know."

"Try me." He urged.

I described the car and then found it necessary to tell my dad in great detail about the fuck hot owner. All Charlie could do was laugh at how I described shiny car guy.

"I have no idea who that could be."

"I don't know why I asked. I knew you wouldn't be able to know who it was by my shoddy description."

"I'll ask around." Charlie said on his way up to his room.

Anyone that hot is either taken or an asshole and I already know he was the latter.

AN/ I love writing this Bella, let me know what you think.

Sorry it has taken me so long to get this editing done...and His Eyes is on its way!

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