This story if written purely for my own enjoyment. Read, review, hate, love, i don't care. I just figured I would try this out.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, I do not own. Hannah and Mills are mine.

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Chapter One:

Homecoming

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It had been pouring down rain ever since Hannah had crossed the Washington State line. Her windshield wipers had been working at a relentless pace in an effort to see the road better, but it was raining so hard that all they really managed to do was annoy her.

Despite the windshield wipers, however, she would have loved all of this. That is, if she weren't lost.

For the past hour or so, nothing but a colorful string of cuss words had left her mouth.

"Always go for the fucking Tom-Tom! Screw the damn freaking seventy dollars! Fucking, shitty, God-damn..." she hissed vehemently, pulling off to the side of the road as she reached once more for her not so trusty map.

After staring hard at it for a half hour or so, Hannah finally was able to figure out where she was and how she had gotten lost in the first place.

Shaking her head, she turned the car around, muttering, if possible, even more obscenities than before.

When she had finally pulled into the driveway of the tiny, bungalow type house that stood before her, she let out a sigh of relief. It was a quaint little place, with what looked like the weathered remains of an old garden.

Hannah smiled to herself at the thought of this being her new home.

The rain was now a dull drizzle and the cloudy grey sky was beginning to darken.

Turning her car off, Hannah reached over and grabbed the bag that held all of her overnight necessities. She would grab everything else in the morning.

Upon opening the car door, however, she was immediately inclined to shut it once more, the freezing air and rain water hitting her hard in the face. It was always especially hard for her to readjust to the cold weather, especially on such short notice.

Cursing softly once more, she climbed into the backseat to move her bags aside to get to one of the larger ones situated on the car floor. She had to pull everything out to reach the warm, thick coat.

"Trust it to be at the very bottom of everything." She grumbled, pulling it on before yanking the door open and running across the soggy lawn towards the front door.

Keys in hand, she hurriedly unlocked the door and stepped across the threshold, but it was of little comfort as it was just as cold inside as t was outside. The only real improvement was the fact that it was dry. Her jaw chattering, Hannah dropped everything she was carrying in a heap on the floor, zooming straight for the thermostat. Unfortunately, she would still have to wait for the house to heat up, even though she had cranked up the temperature the eighty-five degrees.

Rubbing her arms in an effort to keep herself warm, Hannah looked around the familiar house, from its' hand-knitted blankets draped across the couch to the linoleum kitchen floor.

The sight was bittersweet, but nevertheless she felt at home.

Hannah picked up her discarded bags before heading towards one of the guest bedrooms to her left. She wasn't sure she would ever be comfortable living in her grandmothers' old bedroom. Throwing her things on the bed, she immediately hooked up her phone to its' charger, as well as her laptop, before grabbing her toothbrush and face wash to clean up in the bathroom across the hall.

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She woke up curled tightly in a ball. Apparently the three comforters weren't helping much.

Groggy, she fumbled with the laptop on her nightstand, opening it and uploading the weather on her homepage. She groaned at the sight of the fifteen degree temperature reading staring her flat in the face, before burrowing deeper into her blankets. What she needed was a damn space heater.

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It was hours later before she was able to brave the temperatures away from her bed. Thankful for the carpeting, she quickly threw on yesterdays' clothing before she reached the door.

Taking a quick breath in preparation, she quickly flung open the door, hitting the car unlock button with her left hand as she scrambled across the lawn, literally skidding to a halt in front of her car, grabbing as many boxes as possible before trekking back to her home.

It took about seven or so trips before her car was finally empty.

Sprawled across the floor, Hannah took several gulps of air as she tried to catch her breath. She was truly never one for exercise and those several laps were excruciating.

"Damn..." She muttered under her breath, trying to right her self so that she could get some water from the kitchen. She had to drink from under the tap, seeing as all of her belongings were in boxes and she hadn't even considered going to the store yet, but she didn't mind, so long as she had something running down her parched throat.

A week had slowly crawled by for her as she had gotten the essentials sorted out, such as unpacking and acquiring a job at a local diner down in Forks.

Neighbors had, of course, come by to introduce themselves. A woman by the name of Clearwater and a young couple whose names were Sam and Emily had stopped by, as well as many more, though she could not quite remember their names offhand. All of them had wanted to wish her welcome to the small town as well as give their condolences about her grandmother. Apparently she had been quite well known throughout the community.

A girl by then name of Mills, however, stuck around and they began an easy friendship. It was nice for Hannah to know somebody who was around her age and found it amusing how Mills spilt all of the dirty juicy gossip about the whole town.

"Hey, cool painting!" She called from the living room as she helped unpack.

"Thanks, I got it for my birthday a while back!" Hannah called back, though not really paying any attention, lazily tearing off the bubble wrap off of the breakables.

"Is there anywhere you want me to put it?" It would look great in the living room!" She asked, poking her head in the bedroom where Hannah was.

"I still haven't decided." Hannah murmured.

Mills shrugged her shoulders, but continued to help unpack.

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Two o'clock on a monday afternoon found Hannah climbing into her car to go to work for the very first time. She had felt ridiculous in the typical waitressing uniform, but the plus was that the shoes were incredibly comfortable.

"Thank you Nike. " She muttered, pulling into the back of the small diner, shutting off her car and pulling on her coat.

Upon entering the diner, she was greeted by the smell of old coffee and eggs.

"Hey, new girl! clock in and start on the dishes in the back! then you can start making rounds at tables!" Somebody yelled at her from behind the counter.

Hannah cussed under her breath as she made her way in the back.

The sight before her, however, made her stop dead in her tracks.

"What in fucking hell?!" She yelled, as she was stopped by the sight that beheld her.

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Yeah, no Embry in this chapter. He pops up around the second or third chapter, or at least, somewhere around there. Hope it was decent.