A/N: I've not done this before, writing the fanfic and actually posting it. I've written before, lots before though I'm not sure that it shows ;-) There's a point to this, I promise. This will be written in various POVs, indicated by the name in bold in the middle of the writing. I know you're smart enough to know that, but I also know how it is first thing in the morning or late at night. Thanks for reading, I appreciate you taking the time to say what you think. **HM**

Copyright information: I don't own these characters, not by a long shot. They're the property of Stephanie Meyer and anyone she's sold the rights to. I mean no harm, just what my brain decided would be if things had gone differently.

Bella

Bella sat near her window where she'd pulled my chair and stared out at the rain. It was always the same here in Forks, the same seemingly never-ending rain. Some days it poured down like you were standing in an enormous shower, other days, like today, it was a mere drizzle. She could tell by the lighter shade of grey that the sky had taken on that it was morning. 'Another morning here in Forks,' she thought to herself, 'Another day to try to live through.' She sighed, and pushed herself up from the seat of the old rocker. There was something wrong and she couldn't tell what it was for the life of her.

As she stood in the shower, she tried to let the pounding hot water soothe away whatever this feeling was. She deeply inhaled the scent of my shampoo, trying to let the familiar strawberry comfort her. And as usual, it failed. She felt her shoulders droop and she finished her shower, now wanting to be on to the next part of the torture that was to be her day. It was Saturday, so she didn't even have the dubious 'pleasure' of school to look forward to, though Charlie was out fishing again, so she didn't have to deal with his clumsy yet well intentioned attempts to get her involved in life here in Forks.

Breakfast was a bowl of cereal, and once she'd washed my dishes, she stood in the kitchen and tried to figure out what to do with herself. She'd been in Forks for almost a year and she was still struggling with activities. True to her nature, she'd not really made many friends in school, though she did care for Angela a lot. However, Angela was out of town with her family, so she couldn't even pathetically use her to get through another day.

The last conversation she'd had with her mother had been filled of the promises of a house that she could call home in Jacksonville, but she'd told Renee that she couldn't leave. Renee had asked why and Bella had answered her honestly; she had no earthly idea, she just knew that she couldn't leave here, there was something here, something that she just wasn't seeing, some reason for the Universe to want her to stay here, some reason to subject herself to the torture of small town life. Renee was surprised, but not as much as she had been the first time they'd had this conversation. At least this time, she'd not argued with Bella, merely sighed heavily and said, "Well, baby, when you figure it out, let your mom know. We're worried about you. And there's a room here with your name on it when you're ready." Bella had nodded, despite knowing that she couldn't see her, and then begged off the phone with some relatively flimsy excuse of school work. Bella had good grades; as good as they'd ever been, and yet that was my ever-present excuse, school work. She got a lot of miles out of it, using it on Renee, Charlie, Mike, Tyler, even Angela; all of the people she knew heard it in one form or another on a regular basis.

The sound of the phone ringing jolted her out of my melancholy reverie and Bella stared at it like was an alien thing for a moment before realizing that she needed to answer it.

"Hello?" Bella said hesitantly.

"Bella?" the voice on the other end said. "It's Billy, I was looking for your father, is he in?"

She smiled, despite her mood; she liked Billy something about him made her feel at ease. "No, Billy, he's out fishing again. Can I take a message?"

She heard Billy's booming laugh, could picture him sitting in his wheelchair. "Well, I 'm not surprised, that's for sure. It's a good thing fish is good for you, or your dad would be one sick puppy."

Bella heard her own laugh and was surprised by the sound of it. "That is true, Billy, that is true."

Billy was still chuckling and he said, "Well, just because he's not home, doesn't mean you can't come down. We're having a party today, celebrating…"

He trailed off for a moment, and then started laughing even harder. "Well, nothing really, though I guess you could say we're celebrating it being a Saturday. You should come down."

Bella opened her mouth to give her standard answer then stopped. Why not? She'd not seen Billy in a while and Jake in even longer. The last time Billy had been up for a game, Jake had stayed home working on school work. At first, she'd taken it for an excuse, as her similar statement was, but later had overheard Billy telling Charlie that Jake's grades weren't up to par. She wrinkled my forehead for a split second while she went through all of this in her mind. Still, it was a shock to hear her voice saying, "You know what, Billy that sounds like a good plan to me. What time should I come down? Do you want me to bring anything?"

He laughed again, and she could almost see his shoulders shaking, "Nope, Bella, just your pretty face will be enough. Come up now if you'd like."

Bella blushed to the roots of her hair and tried to stammer out an answer, but he'd already hung up. For a moment, she just stood there, the dial tone ringing in her ear. 'What had I gotten myself into?' she thought