Kind of a cool idea. I always like trying out new story ideas. If you have a story idea, you want me to write, leave me a comment! Love you ALL, yes even you Christopher.

I'm sure you knew this already, but I still don't own twilight…. Or Jacob… or Emmett…. Or anyone else…. No matter how much I want to believe it's not true…

Bella Swan sat on her air plain seat next to her sister, Tiffany Swan. They were almost to their new home in Forks, Washington.

"So are you excited to see daddy?" Tiffany asked.

"Tiff, your sixteen. Why do you call him 'daddy'? And yes. I am exited to see Charlie."

Tiffany rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but think about how much Bella was like her responsible father, Police Chief Charlie Swan, and she was more like her carefree mother they had left back in Arizona. Renee, their mother, had just been married to Phil, a minor league baseball player and they were moving to Florida.

"I hate Forks. There are like, no cute boys!" Tiffany complained.

"Then why didn't you just move to Florida with Renee?" Bella asked, annoyed.

"I hate mosquitoes."

As the plain touched ground in Seattle, Washington, they gathered their stuff. It had been a long flight, but only Bella had jetlag.

"Daddy!" Tiffany shouted as she ran down the steps to great her father.

Police Chief Swan smiled and pulled her into a tight, fatherly embrace. "Hey, Princess. How was the flight?"

"Okay. I can't wait to get home!" she smiled.

Bella tripped down the steps, but managed to land on her feet. "Yeah. I'm fine, too."

They got into the police cruiser and drove off.

"Welcome to Forks." Charlie smiled as they drove into their hometown.

"Since Bella just got her drivers license, I got her a little present." Charlie smiled as they pulled into the driveway.

A beaten-up red Chevy truck sat on the curb.

"The Blacks will be over later." Charlie said as they all walked over to the monument to old-fashioned Chevy's.

"This also is liked a belated birthday present." Charlie said, smacking the passenger door.

"Happy birthday, sis." Tiffany smiled sarcastically and walked into the house.

"I love it dad. Thanks." Bella smiled and followed her.

Charlie walked in behind them, carrying some of Tiffany's many bags. They walked up the stairs and into the old rooms they had had back when they were kids and spent every summer with their father.

"I'll just give you two some time to get settled." He walked down the stairs.

While the girls got settled, their father walked outside to great the Black's, who were driving up the street.

"Hey." Charlie smiled as he got Billy's wheelchair our of the back of the car.

Billy was one of Charlie's oldest and dearest friends.

Billy's son, Jacob, helped his father out of the car and into his wheelchair.

"So, the girls here?" Billy asked.

"Yep. Once we get inside I'll get them down here." Charlie wheeled Billy up the steps, Jacob following.

"Girls! Come down here!" Charlie called as they all went into the living room.

Tiffany and Bella came down the steps and into the living room.

"Bella, you should remember Billy. Tiff, this is his son Jacob."

Tiffany smiled at Jacob. He was tall, had long black hair, nice, tan skin, and huge muscles.

"Hi." The only thing they could see was each other.

"Hey."

Charlie cleared his throat and they looked at him.

"Bella, this is Jacob."

Bella nodded at him.

"Why don't you girls stay and watch the game with us?" Billy asked.

"I hate baseball." Bella admitted.

"I love it." Tiffany smiled and sat down on the love seat with Jacob. She felt his hot arm against hers and smiled.

He smiled and Bella walked up the stairs.

Tiffany was apparently head over heals for Jacob. Bella could always tell. Maybe Tiffany was just predictable or maybe it was just sisterly instinct.

Whatever it was, Bella laid down on her bed. She closed her eyes and prayed she would find someone to love.

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