Disclaimer: Twilight characters & references belong to Stephanie Meyer, The rest belongs to me!
AN: Hello fellow Twilight fans, daydreamers, & fanfic readers! This is my first story and I'm doing it sans beta (because I simply do not know how that works?). This story is mostly fun and (hopefully) humorous, but I will be including some very serious and intense moments - not to mention future citrus moments! It'll be a bit before Edward makes an appearance - but worry not, this IS a Bella/Edward story.
The story is set in present day in Forks, Washington. Since I'm from Canada, most places named in this story will be fake - but since the story is already fake, why not?
So take a gander, give me your opinion/advice and hopefully with your help - this can be a great story!
Hell Is Living Without You
Chapter 1: SOLD
Chapter 1 – Sold
BPOV
I bought a house. I, Isabella Swan only child of the late Charlie & Renee Swan, owner of Tickle Trunk Costumes; own a house. All to myself, all alone. Why did such a monumental day feel so depressing?
"Jeez Bells, you look like someone ate your cat!" The deep voice came from behind my mattress that was currently being reshaped to fit up the narrow staircase. Jake, my best friend since diapers.
"Sorry Jake, I was lost in thought." I replied meekly.
Given my track record of hospital visits due to my lack of coordination, I was not allowed to move any furniture for fear I might suffocate myself in packing foam. Instead I was given the oh so responsible duty of tidying up my new kitchen and preparing supper for all the hard workers.
"Bells, I know you're gonna miss me, but I'll only be two hours away."
"Yeah Jake, like you're the one she's gonna miss the most. Belladonna is gonna miss yours truly the most." Boomed the hulk like man holding the other end of the mattress. Emmett was the closest thing to a big brother I've ever had, and I wouldn't trade him for the world.
It was also just my luck that through Emmett, I met my only two best friends of the female persuasion: Alice, Emmett's sister and; Rosalie, Emmett's soon to be bride.
I shook my head at both men struggling to get the mattress up the narrow staircase.
"I'm not going to miss either of you, if you scuff the new paint job!" I hollered back walking back to the kitchen area to check on the lasagna currently cooking away in the oven.
The house wasn't small, nor was it the size of Alice's mansion where she lives with her and Em's parents and her beau Jasper Whitlock or the family sized home Rosalie and Emmett have just moved into either.
Okay, so maybe it was on the smallish side; it just seems larger when you're all alone. But it was what I was looking for, and the price was practically a steal. Apparently the past owners lost the house to foreclosure. I on the other hand, will not have any problems with mortgage payments.
The kitchen and living room was what you would call open concept. Something I love, since I like to cook. I'd be able to socialize with guests while I'm preparing a meal…. If I ever have guests that is. There was an unfinished basement that was currently my laundry room. Upstairs held three bedrooms and one bathroom. Nothing fancy, but it was cozy and in time, it'll be home.
I was once again pulled from my internal conversation with myself, when I heard a knock at the door that led from the kitchen to the large wooded backyard. I looked up from where I was standing at the kitchen sink rinsing lettuce to see Jasper standing at the door with a humongous looking plant.
I quickly went to unlock the door and to help Jasper in and no kidding around, this wasn't a plant; it was a tree of some sort.
"Hey Bella, thanks for getting the door. Sorry about the massive foliage here." Jasper shrugged nodding his head towards the monstrosity. I raised my eyebrow at him in question.
"Alice." Was all he needed to explain. I rolled my eyes, how is it that someone so small, can be so darn pushy?
"Ahem! It is not massive Jasper Whitlock! It is a beautiful Hibiscus tree, and it's going to look perfect in your living room window. Just wait until it begins to bloom!" The barely five foot pixie had begun on a tangent already and she hadn't even stepped in the house yet.
As Jasper went to go place my year-round Christmas tree in the living room, I embraced my sister from another mister.
"Ali, thanks for coming to help….. and for the tree."
"Are you kidding me? I'm just here for the food; I just got a manicure done today." I rolled my eyes, but played nice when she thrusted her dainty hand in my face for my inspection. I made the necessary "oohs" and "ahhs" before we carried on where the others were.
(later)
With the house empty of all the crazy characters I call family, I settled into my new bedroom for a long needed rest.
Unfortunately god had different ideas for me, because just as I was about to open up Interview With A Vampire for my nightly dose of classical smut; I head a soft banging noise coming from downstairs.
Debating on whether or not to go searching for the offending sound, I decided if I had a weapon; I'd feel better off scouring the dark empty house. I looked all over the room to see what I could use as a weapon, if I needed one.
I shrugged my shoulders, and grabbed the first thing I could think of.
Now armed with a large vanilla scented candle, I slowly made my way to the stairwell that leads to the main floor.
The banging sound was louder now, but still soft. I slowly inched my way down the stairs, with the offending votive held in both my hands above my head. The sound was coming from the kitchen.
Oh great, so the supposed intruder is in the kitchen, with a plethora of sharp pointy objects at his disposal, and here I am holding up some kid's cheap attempt at a craft or whatever, like it's sledgehammer.
I was silently making my way through the living room - that is until I banged my knee on one of the new end tables Emmett and Rose had given me as a housewarming gift.
"Oww…." It didn't hurt terribly bad, but I still felt the need to wince and rub the injured area. That's when I noticed Jake had left his screwdriver sitting on the table. Sweet!
Ditching the pretty smelling weapon, for the sharp and pointy one, I finally made my way to the kitchen area. I prepared myself to find someone around the wall that hid the large appliances from the rest of the main living area, so I was quite surprised when I jumped around the corner to find no one there.
That's odd.
The banging was loud and clear now, and taking my focus off the non-existent intruder; I realized with a slap to my forehead that I had forgotten to latch the screen door and it was currently slapping against its own frame. I snorted.
"Jesus Bella, get a hold of yourself!" I scolded myself.
Finally reaching the door to silence this madness, I was about to latch the door when I thought I saw someone standing in my backyard near the trees. I opened the door fully and stepped out on to the porch.
"Hello? Is anyone out there?" Yeah that's me, typically cliché. I'd be the first one dead in a horror flick for sure.
As I let my eyes adjust to the night, I saw no one was out there.
Shaking my head, I locked up tight, and went to bed. I'll just read twice as much Vampire sexiness tomorrow I resolved.
It was not a restful sleep.
"I'm sorry Miss Swan, there was a mix up with our server, and your installation date got lost. I'm afraid the soonest date that our technician can install your phone and internet is Wednesday, June 30th in the afternoon." The snotty lady from Seattle Networks stated with mock sympathy.
"Sincerely? That's almost three weeks away!" I needed my phone and internet, they were my lifeline. Out of sheer stubbornness, I absolutely refuse to get a cell phone. Not to mention, I'm about as technologically challenged as they come.
"I really wish there was something more we could do for you m'am, but at this moment our hands are tied." Yes, I'm sure that Jessica, who probably files her nails while faking interest in Seattle Networks greatest customers tales of woe; goes home at night and worries herself sick over MY problems. I think that's about as likely as Emmett winning a Nobel Peace award. Hah! I snorted at the thought.
"Of course they are." The screen on the payphone that I was currently using started flashing the time I had left before I'd be required to put an additional fifty cents in. So I hung up with the airhead as politely as I could.
I huffed out a loud sigh, and contemplated my next thing I needed to accomplish. Without phone or internet access, my business was at a temporary halt. With nothing else really I had to do, I went to the only place I could think of: the local book store.
Being that I now live in a small town again, there were no Barnes & Nobles or other popular chains. Nope, instead we had "The Book Store". Literally.
I actually preferred this to a giant franchise. Privately owned book stores always see more personal and cozy, and they always have those hard to find classics which I love so much.
Getting into my very practical Toyota Rav, I headed in the direction of the store; singing loudly to Journey music.
AN: So that's that. I really hope I was able to capture some of your interest, I know it's not much but the first couple chapters are mostly introductory anyways. PLEASE let me know what you think, first few chapters are already written so they'll be up shortly, depending on the amount of interest. After that, I hope to post at least 1 chapter a week. :) So Encourage me, leave me some love!
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