So hey people's of FanFiction. Yeah so this is my first story, it's just comin out of my head as I think of it. It's not really an outlined story. I just wanted to see what people would think. I'm not going to force you to review, but it would be nice. I won't know if I should go on with a good story, or keep going on with a story that you all hate. shrugs I guess we will find out…

Bella, Rosalie, and Jasper are best buddies at Steph. M. High, in Seattle. When the Cullens, Edward, Emmett, and Alice move to Seattle, what kinds of things will unfold? ExB, EmxR, JxA.

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New Family – Chapter 1

BPOV

As I walked out of the ladies locker room from gym, my friend Angela Weber came up to me with the look I knew all too well. It was the look of new news.

"Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella, Bella guess what?!"

"What?" This was new; Angela is normally quiet and contempt. She never was quirky and peppy. Something was up…

"OMG! There's a WHOLE new family moving here to Seattle! Can you believe it?!"

A WHOLE new family, how big is this family? "Really? That's awesome, how many kids do they have?"

"Um… I think 3, 2 boys and 1 girl!"

"Wow, I feel bad for the girl, do you know if they are our age?"

"Yeah, Mrs. Cope told me that 1 of the guys is a junior, and the other 2 are sophomores... LIKE US!"

This was totally not the Angela I knew... what happened? "Angela... did Libby give you some of her mom's chocolate chip cinnamon cookies again?" Please say yes, please say yes...

"Yeah I had one just a few minutes ago… why?"

YES! "Angela... you know what those do to you... because you're doing it again…"

"Oh... am I kind of hyper again?"

"Yeah... kind of..."

"Oops!"

I just rolled my eyes and started to walk to the parking lot with Angela. Libby was one of my friends, she wasn't the greatest person, but she was very nice. She was a cheerleader. Most of them don't even try to be my friend, but Libby did. She was my friend in middle school. We weren't connected by the hip, but we were very connected different ways. She could be very much laid back and bossy, but when it came to her friends, she was very reliable though. Angela and I were walking in a very comfortable silence; she didn't need to talk all the time, even when it was hyper Angela time. When we got to the parking lot I started to go left, and Angela right. I walked up to my car; it was just a simple Cadillac DTS. It wasn't much, but I felt like it was just great. I couldn't live without it. It wasn't the fastest, or the sleekest. It wasn't the worst looking, or the worst running. It was perfect for me. Just in the middle. I was just getting to the door when Mike came up to me. I cringed inwardly. I knew this was coming.

"Hey Bella."

"Hey Mike."

"So, what's up?"

"Nothing much, just need to get home and feed Charlie before he freaks out when there's no dinner on the table." I already know what's coming…

"Oh ok. So Bella, you know that the Winter Spectacle is coming up-" Does he HAVE to bring that up? Doesn't he get it when I've been rejecting him for the last, oh I don't know, 3 weeks?! That's why he started this routine, to ask me to this dance. Everyday I've said no, but yet it hasn't sunk into that shallow head yet.

"Mike, that's like 3 months away, it's still September, the Spectacle is in December, the day of Christmas Eve." So I'll go in this direction.

"Yeah but still, I was wondering if maybe you woul-"

"BELLA!" My best friend ever, Rosalie called. THANK GOD, I thought.

"Hey Rose- WHAT HAPPENED!?" Her hair... her hair... her hair was FULL of feathers!

"What?"

"Oh I don't know… Why is your hair full of feathers?" She was covered from head to toe in artsy feathers. The colors ranging from yellow, to red, to blue, to black, and all in between.

"Oh yeah, well in Art we were trying to glue feathers to the paintings that we had done the week before. Well Nick just HAD to open the sealed bag… and you know how I sit next to him. Well he POPPED the bag open... and it exploded on me. ME!!" Major mental sigh, this was so like Rose.

"Hey Bella, um what I was saying be-"Aw, come on Mike. Just ruin the moment why don't you?

"Sorry Mike, Bella needs to help me get these feathers out of my hair. We have to go. Bye" PHEW! Thank you AGAIN to Rosalie.

"But Bel-" Can't you get the message?!

"Mike. We. Have. To. Go. Bye." OOO, pushy Rose, you don't mess with that, everyone knows that.

We walked over to her car, an M8, to get away from the Attack of the Mike 2. She was grinning like an idiot, she knew what she did. I sighed.

"Ok. So where's my THANK YOU ROSE. YOU ARE MY SAVIOR!" I giggled. I knew it.

"THANK YOU TO ROSE!" I giggled yet again at how stupid that sounded to say that in that way.

"Yep. I am your savior. I am your savior from the wretched Mike Newton." I rolled my eyes.

"So do you really need me to help you take out the feathers, or can I go?"

"Naw… I have things to do for my mother," Her mom was very pushy when it came to timing, but other than that she was a very nice lady, "you know how she gets when I'm late for those kind of things," she sighed.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, bye."

"Bye."

As I walked back to my car and got in, I was thinking about sometime that I had with Rose. This was a concert that we HAD to go to. I started to drive away, my mind on something else.

-Flashback-

"BELLA COME ON! WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!" Rosalie was calling me; we were going to be late to the Warped Tour Concert. The Seattle concert got completely sold out in the 1st hour within being sold. I was just getting my flats on my feet while she was calling my name for the 100th time. It was amazing that she got tickets anyways. We were in the 7th grade at that time. Her uncle is part of the management crew at the venue that the bands were playing at.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, stop fretting!"

"WE HAVE TO GO IF YOU WANT TO SEE THIS CONCERT. WE HAVE TO LEAVE NOW!" My lord, there hasn't ever been a time that she was yelled like that before that I could think of… whoa.

"Ok, let's go!"

"Finally, the big slow poke, I mean come on does it really takes that long to get some flats on…" Rose muttered.

"Hey I heard that. Well in fact for me," I pointed to myself, "the danger and klutz queen, yes it takes that long." I just now noticed, standing in front of the mirror, what Rose and I was wearing. Rose was wearing a deep purple halter top with sequins along the edge on her neck. It had a somewhat deep V-neck, but still didn't show too much. With that were some black skinny jeans that ended at her ankles. On the side was a very elegantly done seam pattern; on her feet were simple silver heels that brought out the sequins. Her hair was done in a curly, messy ponytail. She had her hair in curlers the night before, and it showed today. Her hair was so beautiful tonight. As for her make-up, she had silver, sparkly eye-shadow on; mascara and lip-gloss. Rose had the body of a swimsuit model. It was like she came right out of those magazines. Rose had naturally blonde hair, naturally wavy, naturally tall. She just had the perfect body.

As for me, Rose kept trying to tell me that I looked beautiful tonight also, and always. Though, being near her, I don't believe that. She has the perfect body, I have dull, plain, brown eyes; to add onto that is my plain brown hair. I'm also very average all around. I was dressed in a tank top that had spaghetti straps, was a deep teal green, and tightened right below my bust, then opened out and partially flared till my waist. I, like Rose, was in skinny blue jeans that had hearts on the sides near my thighs. On my feet were brown flats, the same shade as my eyes. My hair was curled, by Rosalie, and in a half up ponytail. Rosalie had to do some pretty good convincing, and a bribe to get me to sit through that horrible time of hair and make-up. She had just put some shady gray on my eyes, and just a little mascara. The only way she got me to sit through that was the promise of not putting me into heels that I would most definitely fall down while in them.

"Yeah, yeah, well at least we are leaving now… it will take about 45 minutes to get there you know, it's completely downtown, and with all that traffic. It will be a miracle if we get there on time!"

"Stop fretting, again! We have RESERVED seats, Rose. Even if we are just a few minutes late, there WILL be a seat there for us. EEEEE I can't wait!"

"I know me either! I LOVE all of the bands that are playing!"

"I know, they are all so good!"

We left her house and left into her car; as we got into Downtown Seattle, we just now noticed how much real traffic there was. Actually, there was no way we were going to move for another 10-20 minutes. We were very easily distracted though. With Rosalie's excited attitude, the flashing lights, the awesome cars, just everything. It wasn't everyday that you drove into Downtown Seattle during nighttime, when everything is alive, especially when there was one of the best concert tours in town for one night and one night only.

-End Flashback-

It was then that I realized that my mind was driving the familiar streets from SM High back to my house in the very nearby suburb area. I was driving up the driveway and saw that Charlie's police cruiser was there also.

"Crap," I muttered.

I was going to have to cook a fast dinner. Charlie was never good at cooking. He didn't have much practice there. He never really did. My mother, Renee, was always cooking for him also when they were married. She told me when I was a little girl that once Charlie tried to make an omelet for Renee's birthday. She had also said that it didn't turn out so well. She said that all that she COULD eat was the ham and onion part. Ew.

"Hey Cha-Dad."

"Hey Bells, what's up?"

"Nothing, hey sorry I wasn't in here cooking dinner for you; I was catching up with Rose."

"That's ok, I just got back anyways."

"'Kay, I'll start cooking now, what do you want? We have fish, burgers, chicken…"

"Uhm, how about chicken?"

"Yeah sure, I'll get right on it."

As I was cooking dinner, I was thinking about that new family that was moving here tomorrow. Angela was very excited about them. But Then again she was also high on Sarah Hale's cinnamon chocolate chip cookies. That was the only explanation for her peppy, bubbly attitude. I was taking the chicken out of the pan when the doorbell rang.

"Dad, can you get that?"

"Sure Bells."

I heard the muffled voice of my dad greeting someone at the door. I went around to see who it was at the doorway.

"Yes, we were just in the neighborhood and decided to visit," Said a family friend, Billy Black.

"Hey Bella, Jacob is coming in if you want to say hi."

"Well of course I want to say hi, why wouldn't I?" I asked sarcastically puzzled.

"Hey Bella," came the naturally husky voice of Jacob.

"Jacob!" He chuckled.

"Hey Bella!"

They ended up wanting to stay for dinner, and watch the game. That's natural. Billy and Charlie are like old women the way that they talk and hang out and around each other. Jake and Billy live quite a ways away. They live in La Push, which is near a small town called Forks, Washington. I've been there before. There isn't much there to do. It's just a very small town with a school, store, a sports shop, police station. That's about it.

Here though in Seattle, you don't have to go very far to get anywhere or do anything. I've been living in Seattle for about 4 years now, since 6th grade. That year I made friends with Libby. I met Angela in 8th grade. Jake came into the picture around 7th grade. My dad finally took me to go see them once in La Push. While Dad and Billy ate dinner, we went to go walk on the beach and just talk. We just kept calling each other every few weeks to keep in touch. So this was a nice surprise.

When they left, I went to go take a shower since it was about 10ish. I stripped down and let the hot steaming water relax my tense back muscles. When the water seemed to get cooler than I had it before, I stepped out. I dressed for bed, brushed my teeth, said night to Charlie, and then went to fall onto my bed into a peaceful sleep. Tomorrow was just another day coming.

So… what did you think? Hate it? Love it? Review it? Well… like I said before, I'm not going to force you to review… I'd just be nice, espically on my first story… and the first chapter…

Well… I hope that you liked this first chapter. Because I'm not going to wait for a few reviews… once I get the next chapter which will be in EPOV finished I'll post it. It might not be like that with all the chapters, I'm not quite sure yet (im new… gosh lol), but I haven't finished chap 2… so that's what I'll do now.

Well… for as long as I can, I have to get ready for school in a half hour…

-Lanny