Summary:

She's a dancer trying to distract herself from her past. He's a nobody, hiding out from his future. In their last year of high school, wrapped up in their own secrets, can they heal each other and find love? AU. All Human. Slightly OOC. M for dark themes, language, and possible lemons.

Song for this chapter: Second Chance by Shinedown

Chapter title: New Beginnings and Early Risings

Disclaimer: Only in my dreams do I own Twilight. In real life, Stephenie Meyer does.

BPOV:

I woke up to the sound of a crash coming from the other side of my bedroom door, followed by words I could not hear, muffled with sobs. Silently, I got out of bed and headed for my door. I stumbled a bit because it was so dark. As I got closer to the door, I almost slipped. Why was the floor wet? All of a sudden this stench attacked my nose and made me want to puke. It smelled like… like… blood?

I shot upright in my seat and tried to move but I was held tight by my seatbelt. I realized I was sweating and on the verge of tears.

How embarrassing.

I tried to run to the bathroom with out making a scene, but it seemed as though everyone on the damn plane was staring at me. When I finally made it, I let the tears go freely as I emptied the contents of my stomach into the nasty public toilet.

I fucking hate airplane food. It's disgusting and I have no clue why I even attempted to eat it.

I rinsed my mouth out. I really need to calm down. I would be arriving in Forks, Washington in less than an hour to move in with my dad, Charlie, also known as the Chief of Police in the small town. I'll have to go to a new school, and to tell the truth, I don't really mind. It's a fresh start. No one would know about my past and feel sorry for Poor Bella.

I washed my face before heading back to my seat. I was exhausted, but didn't want to close my eyes to more nightmares. They were a regular thing now; my typical good nights sleep. I had already grown accustomed to the sleepless nights.

I started flipping through a catalogue I had brought with me. Everything a dancer could ever need packed into forty-eight little pages also filled with large numbers I probably could not afford.

The captain announced that we'd be landing soon over the intercom and asked that we fasten our seatbelts.

I did as the captain asked and let the nerves settle in.

My fresh start, my new beginning.

I saw him standing by the luggage claim already with my bags. Clad in his police uniform and eyes as deep as mine was Charlie.

"Bella!" he called.

"Hey Ch-Dad."

He gave me an awkward hug and led me out to his cruiser.

"So, Bells, how've you been all this time?"

What did he think? I've been fucking horrible.

"Fine" was my sorry lie, but he seemed to believe me, or at least drop the question.

"Hmm, well I think you'll like living here in Forks."

"Yeah, it's umm... greener that I remember?" I said it like a question.

"Mhmm, real peaceful" he stopped talking after that. Thank god.

Don't get me wrong, I do love my dad, and I'm so thankful I could come live with him instead of staying with Phil, but I really haven't seen him in about four years, and I'll be the first to admit, I'm not always the easiest to talk to.

When we pulled up to the house – my new house, it looked exactly like it did the last time I came to visit except for the old red pickup in the drive way.

"Who's here?" I asked. I really didn't want to be bombarded with guests. I just wanted to settle in.

"Oh… uhh, it's a surprise…for you, a homecoming gift. If you don't like it we could take it back, Phil said you liked to walk, but it rains a lot out here… I thought you might need a car?"

Ohh Myy GOD! I can't believe it!

"NO! I mean, yes! I love it, you can't take it back, it's perfect, thanks dad!"

I did love it; it had such character. It wasn't too fancy, but it drove, and it was thoughtful as hell.

After an inspection of my new baby I headed up to my old room. Charlie was watching some game or something and didn't hover over me like I would have though. I unpacked my bags and decided to take a shower. I still felt like I'd been on an airplane all day.

The warm water washed away all of my troubles and I felt so much more refreshed. I wrapped a towel around me and ran over to my bedroom. I changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed.

It was Wednesday and I started school on Friday so I had all of tomorrow to go shopping and get ready for school. I was actually a little excited. And if it didn't go too well I had the weekend to get myself together before I had to go back.

I started to drift off to sleep when I heard a crash from the other side of my bedroom door, followed by words muffled with tears that I could not hear… Shit.

I woke up sweating again and on the floor. That was strange, but at least I didn't have to puke. It must be a good sign. I looked at the clock and it was surprisingly already six thirty.

It just keeps getting better and better.

I threw on some jeans and a hoodie along with my chucks and made my way to the bathroom.

Uhh, my hair was a mess. I put it up in a loose ponytail and deemed it done before brushing my teeth and grabbing my bag.

Like the klutz that I am I tripped on the last step going downstairs and landed right on my ass.

"Bella! Are you okay?" I heard from the kitchen.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good. Still asleep I guess."

"Oh, okay. Where are you going?"

"Uhh, just to get some things I might need for school and a few clothes, is that okay?" I asked as I grabbed a piece of toast.

"Yeah, of course, it's a little early though, I'm just heading out for work. Do you need money, here." He said as he handed me forty dollars.

"Thanks dad, but it's okay, I have money. I'm just getting an early start, looks like we need groceries too." I said as I opened the fridge and got a bottle of water.

"No Bells, take it really, if anything use it for whatever groceries you want."

"Okay, thanks."

We walked out of the house together and he told me he'd be home around six. I promised him dinner even though he told me it was no big deal.

I hopped in my new car and drove down the street, when I realized I had no idea where anything was. I thought I remembered seeing a market on the drive from the airport and headed in that direction. I figured that since it was pretty early not many stores would be open and I might see a few along the way.

I drove for about forty minutes and I saw a sign that read "Port Angeles 1.3 miles next exit"

I guess I went the wrong way.

As it turns out, there are a lot of places to shop in Port Angeles. I went to a little bookstore that was open and wasted some time there until I thought some stores might be open. It was really warm and cozy inside, a nice contrast to the drizzle outside. I got a few books, one called "The Art of Dance", another, "Withering Heights", one of my favorites that I lost back in Phoenix, and " Five Steps to Getting a Five on your AP Exam". I desperately needed the last one because I was taking three AP classes this year. A stupid idea since it was my senior year, but Charlie convinced me.

It was about nine when I entered the mall. There were stores galore and I think I went into a bit of a frenzy, only stopping when I decided I should probably eat and relieve my bladder. I went shop to shop and I ended up leaving the mall with two new bags, three pairs of skinny jeans, two v-necks, three blouses, two sweatshirts, a romper, a knitted beanie thing, a pair of ballet flats, some school supplies, and one maxed out credit card. Phil will be quite angry but take care of it without question.

I hurried back to my truck; it was already going to be four and I still hadn't gone to the market. I did however find a map and the location of an Albertson's near the house. As I tried to remember in my head the exact location, I bumped into a girl who was a bit shorter than me. She looked like a little pixie with her short spiky black hair and fragile little body. She was bouncing around like a stylish little energizer bunny.

"Sorry" I murmured, feeling my blush spread over my face.

"Oh, it's fine, it was really my fault bouncing around like that. I'm Alice Brandon by the way" she said with a huge grin.

"Bella Swan" I smiled back. She seemed nice.

"Lovely meeting you."

I nodded back "Sorry again!" I called from my truck.

She just shook her head and was off.

I raced back to forks and picked up everything I needed from Albertson's. The checkout boys name tag said Mike and he told me so a few times, asking me if I could go get some dinner with him after his shift. I kindly rejected his offer telling him I really needed to get home, which I did, and headed out to my car. He was cute. In a little boy way I guess. He had spiky blond hair and big cheeks with baby blue eyes. I didn't give it much thought as I headed home.

I made spaghetti and garlic bread and I was just putting it on the plates when Charlie walked in.

"Smells great Bells, how was your day?"

"Good actually, I took care of everything I needed to."

We ate in silence for a while until he said "So your starting school tomorrow huh? You ready?"

"Yeah, actually I think I'm going to go to sleep soon, so I can wake up early. I want to get a chance to find all my classes so I don't get lost."

I thought I heard him mumble "You and your early risings" but he didn't say anything after that.

I washed the dishes and told Charlie goodnight while he was watching the game. I had everything ready for school the next day so just got ready for bed.

I fell asleep happily for once and anxious for my new beginning.

Authors Note:

So this is my first fanfic and I'm really excited about it but still a little unsure about the whole thing. Review and tell me if you think I should continue. I have a general idea of where this is going but not one hundred percent. So ideas are always welcome. (: Also I don't have a beta so sorry if there are any errors. And I do need help. I'm planning on doing LOTS of research on contemporary dance for this story but any tips, cool information, links, or anything really would be truly helpful. Reviews will get Bella to her first day much faster. (:

Much Love, Jules