A/N: Okay, I'm back after the long wait with a fresh, new story that is well planned and well developed, if I do say so myself. X] I know I should finish Best Sleepover Ever but that story can wait. I've been writing instead of doing school work. Be grateful! lol Just kidding. So here it is! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you are familiar with in this story.

Bella's POV:

A red strobe light cascaded across the dark room, filled to the brim with drug induced dancing people ready for fun. It was a typical New York apartment party.

Jake and I enjoyed these more than clubs because there was less rules and inhibitions. Which means there was no one not willing. Jacob and I swayed together, as usual. We learned the hard way not to stray from each other. Straying meant temptation, temptation meant the night would end badly, like before.

My name is Bella Swan and I love pot. Next to that I love my best friend, Jacob. We ran away together when we were fifteen and stayed together for two years since then. We now have all the connections and all the info on the streets from living on them for so long.

The party was at it's peak when I waved Jake to follow me. We passed through the tightly packed people, thanks to his hulking, tan stature. Most of everyone found him intimidating but to me he was a sweet lovable guy, too caring for his own good. We made it to the kitchen that looked like it was never cleaned since this building was built, which meant a long time considering the neighborhood we were in.

Liquor bottles were lined up on all the counters with red plastic cups next to them. On the small dining table, there was many different drugs. Coke, meth, acid, ex. You name it and it was on that table. Jake and I had some common sense to not use any of that and brought our own. Jake sat opposite of me closest to the party.

"Okay, let's roll a fatty and get the fuck out of here. The music is shit and the people are a bit grabby." I said with disdain coating my tone.

"Yeah sure thing, Bells. Hand me the weed, please."

I handed him the nice twenty sack of Berry Kush we recently bought and the papers we used to roll.

"This shit is pretty good. Dante always hooks us up very nicely." I sat back and admired Jacob's work on the now finished joint in his hands. It was so perfect.

"Good job, man."

"I practice at work, sometimes." He said with a playful wink.

We had a few laughs as we smoked. Jake had something on his mind and I could tell. I looked towards him expectantly.

"Okay, dude. What is it that you gotta tell me. I can see it in your eyes." He sighed and looked everywhere but me. "Bella, I think we need to leave New York. I know how much you love it here and I know it's our home but I don't want us to fall back into that rut we were in." He looked to me, weighing my expression.

I sighed. I wasn't surprised. I was feeling the exact same way but it was still hard to let go of something that's been part of most of your life.

"I know. I think we do need to leave. The more we stay, the closer we are to falling into the old habits. We can't do that again. Let's talk about it at home."

"Sure thing."

We stood and I grabbed his massive hand. He led me through the giant crowd and bumped into someone, roughly, on accident. "Hey, man! FUCK YOU!" The druggy said before he got a look at Jacob's size. Jake was easily 6' 5", that guy was my height at 5' 5". Fail... "Oh, man! I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there," the idiot backpedaled. I laughed in his face as we left him behind.

We stumbled down the stairs to the dark street outside the apartment building. We were still laughing at the guy's expression when a thought hit me.

"Hey, Jake. Now that it's official we're leaving the Big Apple, where do you want to go?" He was thoughtful for a moment but before he could answer, he was cut off by sirens. Our first instinct was to run but then we thought it through and that's just dumb. Maybe they weren't after us.

"Just keep walking." I latched onto his arm and we moved to the sidewalk across the street. Panic rose within me when I heard the cop stopping behind us.

Perfect time to run.

"Shit!" We said in unison.

Our speed was uncanny from how much we had to run. That's what our life was. Running. We easily ran three blocks when Jake veered right, into an alleyway. I followed suit and heard the cop sirens fading as they passed by. I sighed in relief.

"That was so close. I hate when they get close like that." Jake said with hate in his eyes.

"Me too but if they come back, let's ditch the illegals!" We had done that many times, ditching drugs just in case. We both knew what it would mean if we were caught.

Separation.

"Okay, sure." I retrieved the baggy from my pocket and threw in the trashcan next to us. I grabbed Jacob's favorite green lighter with a four leaf clover on it and shoved it in my panties, knowing they can't search there without probable cause.

As we finished up, I heard footsteps and looked to find an escape route but found nothing but a dead end and even though I could run, I can't climb. We were busted. I turned to see two cops carefully coming around the corner, guns at the ready.

"Okay, you two. Put your hands on your head. Now!" A man shouted. It was a familiar voice. I couldn't make out his face, though. I did as he asked, as did Jake. I looked to him and we both probably looked like a deer in headlights. The woman laughed, at our expressions I'm guessing.

I instantly knew who the two cops were. Officers James Woodsen and Victoria Wright. The ones that took my mother and my life away.

"Fuck you! You're not separating us! NO!" I shouted at them as they took hold of me and Jake. I felt tears rushing down my cheeks as I looked to Jake and saw that his eyes were down right heart broken. I never wanted to see that face ever again.

"You have the right to remain silent..." I tuned them out as they threw us in the back of their cruiser. As soon as we were in the car, Jake and I scooted close to each other in an armless embrace.

"You two look pathetic. You're just going to never see each other again!" Officer Woodsen said, mocking us. "Fuck. YOU." Jake replied, full of anger to a point of convulsions.

I soothed him, "They'll never break us apart, no matter what. They're lying. It'll work out." I kept a hushed tone all the way to the station.

Anticipation rose within me at the thought of that night's outcome.

We were in the waiting block for 24 hours before our court date. Jacob was in the cell next to me and we held each other through the bars. No one would understand our connection. It was more than brother and sister but less than lovers. It was complicated but we accepted it because we loved each other.

They put us in separate cars because they thought we were together so the dumb asses didn't want us fucking in the backseat. That would make no sense but cops are dumb. I was scared being away from Jacob that long. The drive to the courthouse was a long and tedious one.

As we arrived I exited the car and instantly looked for Jake. Just seeing him, calms me. I looked away, discouraged that I couldn't find him. Suddenly, I was in the air, gasping. The arms were tan so I knew it was my Jacob.

"Oh, Jake! I need to breathe, by the waay!" I coughed out as he eased me down. "Haha! Sorry, Bells. I missed you, ya know." He said bashfully.

We laughed our way into the courtroom but were sobered by reality. The same cruel reality that was tearing us apart.

The room was bland and not what you would expect a courtroom to look like. I took my seat and held Jake's hand as we waited for the judge.

"Bella, we have to figure this out. If they take me to an orphanage or something and you go with your dad to Forks, we have to runaway again. I can't stand you not being with me. You're my twin, my family. I don't know what to do without you helping me." His brown orbs filled with tears. One fell and I wiped it away and kissed his cheek, kissing away his fears.

"I know, I know. I was figuring my escape plan. How many punches do you think will take the guards out? I was thinking about kicking his leg and maybe, just maybe, take his flashlight. They're blind without them!" I joked, making light of the situation. He guffawed and scared half of the witnesses. Our giggles erupted throughout the room.

We quieted down when the judge entered the room. "All rise for Judge Aro Volturi." Jake and I stood, hand in hand.

A man with an all black robe-dress on and jet black hair stepped up to the judge seat. He seemed nice but firm. "Sit, sit. Skipping the formalities, let's get down to business. You, Ms. Swan, and you, Mr. Black, ran away from home about two years ago. Correct?"

We nodded our yes.

"I don't care why, that's not my job. My job is to put you two somewhere safe and suitable. Which I intend to do. It says here that you, Ms. Swan have a missing mother and a father that lives in Forks, Washington. My answer is simple for you. You go with your father. Mr. Black, I have some news that you may or may not enjoy. Your father died in a car crash about two weeks ago and in his will, appointed Isabella's father sole custody of you and all his possessions."

Jacob's face was unreadable, his eyes portrayed a sense of... closure.

"Thank you so much, your honor!" I yelled a little too loud. I hugged Jake and he returned it. "Charlie Swan is outside waiting for you two to be done so he can take you to your new home. Meeting adjourned."

My heart was pounding and my cheeks were flushed. I hadn't seen my father in ten years.

The plane ride, to say the least, was awkward. Jacob had spoken very little since we left court but I expected as much. Charlie, though, I did expect him to be a little more talkative. I remembered him to be a quiet man but he hadn't seen his daughter in ten years. You would think there would be much to talk about.

I heard a loud cough and saw Charlie was about to speak.

"I understand this must be hard on you two, considering the situation but I've never handled teenagers before. I trust you know how to take care of yourselves since you did live alone, on the streets, and seem to be in pretty good shape. I have no rules for the house. Do what you want. You have proven to be quite capable of responsibility."

His breath smelled of alcohol. Heavy liquor, alcohol. I deducted he was a big drinker by his looks but his breath proved it.

He was an average man, brown hair, brown eyes, mustache and was about six foot. He was shorter than Jake, I know that.

The plane landed and I saw that it was raining. I loved the rain. So cleansing. The moment we got off the plane, I gave Jacob the 'look'. The one that signified, 'Let's look for a dealer'. He laughed and led Charlie and I through the crowded airport.

It wasn't that big of an airport but still held many people for some reason.

Charlie hailed a cab and we arrived home ten minutes later. The house was a two story with a faded blue paint job.

"Not bad," Jake mumbled. I chuckled and hopped out of the cab.

Memories crawled through my mind as I thought of all those times I played in the never ending forest that surrounded the house. I pushed them away quickly, knowing the bad memories would try to slip through.

I needed to get high. "Hey, we should go around town later. I want to find a dealer..."

"Sure thing, Bells. Let's get settled in and see what this tiny town has got to work with. If there's nothing, I have... this!" He dug in his pocket of his old cargo shorts and pulled out a couple of seeds.

"Yes! Let's grow 'em anyways. Even if we do find a connect!"

"That's our new income!"

"Hells to the yeah!"

"Hey kids! Keep that noise level down! I got a major headache." Aka hangover.

"Sorry, dad." We said in unison. He chuckled but I could see the light in his eyes when we were so open to saying that.

I grinned and ran into the house, straight to my old room. Nothing had changed.

The upstairs was a worn yellow and had semi-shitty carpet. I was cool with it. It was better than what we used to live in.

My room was a light purple and all the furniture matched it. Even the quilt on my bed. I hopped onto the bed and felt the comfy sheets against my skin. I was going to like that room. I could tell.

"Bella! I have a bed to myself! Isn't that WILD?" Jake yelled through the wall. I laughed at his excitement. Jake never had a bed let alone a whole room for himself.

I was happy with our situation, now. No bad elements to mess with our minds.

"Shit." I had an epiphany. "Jake get in here!" He ran in with a worried look.

"What is it, Bella?"

"School. The judge said we have to go to school."

"Yeah, I already enrolled you guys in the high school in town." I looked to the doorway to see my dad standing there, sheepishly.

"Ah shit!" Jake said with discouragement.

"Whatever. Let's see if we can get through this, maybe." I said, bitterly. Charlie silently left the room. "Now that we're settled, I guess we should have a look-see of this bumfuck town!"

"Aye!"

"Time to find a dealer..."

A/N: And that is the end of chapter one! I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it! It helped me keep my mind off of pointless things, like schoolwork. Hahaha! Until next time, buh bye!