Summary: Bella moves to Seattle after the death of her parents. She lost everything that day and her life couldn't get any worse. Thinks start looking up when she moves in with three guys and finds love. AH/AU Canon. I own nothing
A Second Chance
Chapter 1
"Hey B, you look stressed." My head snapped up at the familiar voice that obviously was talking to me.
"Oh, hey Em, the usual?" I asked upon seeing the bulky form casting a shadow over me and my classifieds.
"Don't you know it!" Emmet said while shinning me one of his 100-Watt grins.
I suppose I should start at the beginning. My name is Isabella Swan, Bella preferably. I'm a 22 year old student at the University of Washington in Seattle. I work at a coffee shop and a Mexican restaurant in order to make ends meet. I have no family, live on my own in a studio flat not worth calling home, and my only friend happens to be Emmet Cullen, a regular customer at the Casa Java.
"Here you go Em, one triple shot sidewinder with an extra squirt of hazelnut topped with chocolate whip cream. Remember it does well to tip well." I smiled while sliding a 32 oz iced coffee across the counter while taking his out stretched 10 dollar bill.
"Keep the change and come swap the shit with your favorite customer." Thankfully the only others in the shop were a few studying students doing last minute cram studying and a balding man nose deep in today's paper.
"So Bella, what's new on the drama blotter this week?" Emmet and I had developed a bit of a routine. Though he came by practically every day of the week, we only sat to divulge our inner most thoughts on life's happenings on Tuesday afternoons. Why Tuesday, I'll never know.
"Oh, I don't know Emmet, the usual I guess. My neighbor keeps getting creepier and creepier though." I cringed at our last encounter in the hallway. "Oh, and my complex is evicting me because I was late making rent again. To make things even better I can't find anything for my price range." Truly my week can't get any worse. It can only go up from here, or at least that's what I keep telling myself.
Emmet's face turned to a grimace. "Wow B, and I thought my drama would win over yours." Emmet's drama usually consisted of the trivial things in life that we adults tend to over look. Sometimes being a kid at heart had its perks.
We sat in silence, lost in thought. I wasn't really upset about moving, gosh knows I hate it there and honestly I was probably paying too much for it too. I wasn't one of those irresponsible people who put things off to the last minute, especially when it came to bills, but money was beyond tight and this wasn't the first time I had problems scrapping up the dough. It was either eat or have water and electricity.
Slurping sounds brought me back to the preset. How he could down a 32 oz of anything that quick was beyond me. Emmet looked to be in thought and suddenly that thoughtful look turned absolutely bright – the kind of bright that made you cringe because you didn't know what to expect next. "I have a proposition for you B – an offer you can't turn down." I sat quietly waiting for him to continue. His smile turned brighter, if that was even possible.
"Here's the deal B, one of my roomies finally left, thank God too, that guy was a real pain in the ass. Anyway, my friends and I now have an extra room. We don't really need to fill it, but you need a place and I don't like you living close to that creep you call a neighbor. So what do you say Jelly-Belly, will you move in with us?" Needless to say it wasn't what I was expecting. Something along the lines of offering to beat up Creepy Neighbor was more Emmet's speed.
"Uh, wow Emmet. I don't know what to say." I truly was speechless. "Shouldn't you talk with your roommates first before inviting some girl to live with y'all?" Surely three guys wouldn't want some orphaned girl who was poorer than dirt and absolutely boring, living with them. It's not that I didn't want to accept his offer, Emmet's practically the big over-protective brother I never had.
"Nonsense, all you have to do is say yes. I'll talk to the guys. It's not like they wouldn't want a pretty girl hanging around all the time to make us coffee and cook us food – we have killer kitchen." Excitement filled his eyes. Emmet may look like a professional wrestler, but on the inside he was just an overgrown teddy bear.
If I hadn't been so desperate or had I even been really thinking rationally, I would have said no. I didn't like depending on people and I certainly didn't want to impose. That was the last thing I wanted, but my brain obviously wasn't functionally probably because I heard myself say, "Yes." It was dazed, but it still was yes.
Emmet's face lit up like the fourth of July.
Dear Lord,
What have I gotten myself into??!!
Love, Bella
I thought of this while walking in the woods. I thought it would be a good start to what could be a good story. I'm not a very good writer, so some help with ideas on the storyline would be great. Bare with me and please review.
-Embella