Well, chapter 2 already. I actually wrote this on Saturday with the first chapter, cause I was on a roll, but the third chapter is still being worked on... And since I'm grounded off the computer unless I have parental supervision rolls eyes I can't write very well. I hate being watched while I'm writing... So, I'll get all my work handed in, and then BAM, I'll be able to finish this fanfiction rather fast. : I hope you enjoy it so far.

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. If they did, I would be extremely happy to have 2 books on a best sellers list, but no... They belong to the amazing Stephanie Meyer.


Chapter 2

After the initial shock of seeing Dr. Cullen for the first time it was okay. I mean, I saw Claire's face and it was full of lust, and I saw Charlie's, and obviously it was not. He was just glad I got a doctor fast enough. Me? I was glad I could get this over with and get out of here.

"Well, your ankle is definitely broken Bella. You're going to have to get a cast, and stay off of it for awhile." His voice was soothing, so I didn't panic. I just nodded; glad I couldn't feel any pain in my foot. I guess the Tylenol Claire gave me just wasn't the normal kind. "Can I ask how this happened?" My face started to flush. Now the new doctor will know I was a klutz too. "I was upstairs, when the phone rang. I didn't want to keep the person waiting so I was rushing down the stairs and I tripped." My face must be bright red by now, I could sure feel it.

Charlie took over now. "I was the one phoning her, and when she didn't answer, I was getting worried. Bella isn't the one to leave the house." Oh my goodness, he did not just say that. I could tell my face was getting more flushed with embarrassment, if that was even possible. "So, I came home, and I found her on the foot of the stairs, knocked out." When Charlie said that, Dr. Cullen's eyes fell on me. I looked down at my ankle, and mumbled my answer. "The pain was too much," It was so quiet, I was surprised he heard me, because Charlie didn't. "Ahh, I see. Well, that does happen. But, could I please check your head to make sure?" I nodded, and then winced. It did hurt.

As he probed my head for any bumps, he found one. It wasn't big, but it still hurt. I winced slightly, and he noticed. He stepped away slightly so he wasn't as close, and then looked at Claire. "Did you take x-rays of her head too?" Claire nodded like a bobble head, and I let out a laugh. Everyone looked at me, and I just looked down. Damn… "Well, she might have a slight concussion, so don't let her sleep today, and tonight, wake her up every hour to make sure she's okay." Dr. Cullen was giving Charlie instructions. I moaned silently, and Dr. Cullen looked at me, and I just looked away. Great. He follows them right to the T.

"Well, we better get this ankle fixed now," announced Dr. Cullen looking at all of us closely. This wasn't the first time, so I knew what was coming—the pain of moving back the bone. I nodded as he sat on the chair, and Claire got the stuff ready. Charlie, who was never around for many of my 'getting the cast' on the bones milestones in my life, was standing at the corner, looking nervous. I didn't want him to be nervous so I smiled at him. "Dad, it's going to be okay. This isn't the first time you know," I laughed quickly at my sentence, to try and lighten the mood, and it worked. Charlie laughed nervously for a second walked closer to me and looked at my ankle. By now, I couldn't feel the foot, but I knew I would definitely feel it later on.

After a half hour, the cast was on—white and very plain. I picked white because it wasn't something that wouldn't stand out, well, more then a purple cast would. Charlie and I were already in the car to his, our house, and I just wanted to read my book and eat my strawberries. Of course, Charlie had different plans. "I can't believe I let you break your ankle Bella! It's only been a month and look what happened!" He was in hysterics, but he didn't actually look at my ankle. As I said before, Charlie was a very cautious and careful driver. I had to calm him down. "It's going to be okay dad, really. I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner." Of course, I was telling the truth. I mean, I break about a bone every 2 years, and the accident I just had? It fit right into the time limit.

We were nearing the house now, and I was glad to get home. It wasn't even 2 in the afternoon, and I already had a heck of a day. But then I noticed something. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?" My voice was rising in a little panic. I didn't want Charlie missing any work! Especially over me! Charlie looked over at me for a split second, but looked back at the road. "It's nothing. Saturday's are just a day to catch up on work, you know that." I didn't actually know that. All I knew was that from Monday to Friday, Charlie and I left the house at 9 AM, and he dropped me off at school, and then picked me back up at 3:40 PM, dropped me off at home, then went back to work, coming home at 5:30 to 6, and on Saturdays leaving me home to fend for myself.

"Oh," was all I said, as we drove into the driveway. He was parking in backwards, so the passenger door, my door was closest to the front door. That was nice of him, even though I had my crutches to help me walk. Damn crutches. I hated them. That's why I always preferred to break an arm or something, and not my leg or ankles, although I pretty much preferred not to break anything.

As I stepped out of the car, I felt a pain in my ankle. Guess the drugs are wearing off now. I sighed as Charlie hurried around the front of the car—and fumbling over a rock. Just because he wasn't as clumsy as me, doesn't mean he is Mr. Graceful. He caught himself before he fell and reached over to help me. "Thanks dad," I said as I walked slowly past him, while he held the door open for me. When I walked in, I was starting to worry about how to get up the stairs—they looked menacing now.

When I was contemplating weather to go up to my room or just go into the living room, Charlie answered the question for me, sounding embarrassed. "Bella, I have to go back to the station for awhile, but don't worry… I won't be long." I looked at him and he was embarrassed. Embarrassed? "I know I shouldn't leave you here, I mean, you're only 14 years old with a broken leg." I looked at him, and he stopped talking. "It's okay; you can go to the station. I mean, I'm just going to go to my room and read anyways. And don't worry, I won't sleep." He looked relieved and then decided to help me up the stairs.

By the time I got up the stairs, I was working up a sweat, and embarrassed. I was still wearing my "family only" outfit, that, today, many people saw. As I reached my room, I noticed my bed looked very inviting, and that I should just rest my ankle on it. I was relieved to finally sit down on it. Charlie was standing at the doorway, and noticed my strawberries. "Do you want me to get you some cold ones?" I was grateful, and nodded okay. He smiled at me and walked out. I heard him walking down the stairs, and going into the kitchen.

I settled myself on the bed and propped my foot up with a pillow. I was secretly glad that I broke my ankle—I didn't have to gym for a couple of weeks. Ha. I smiled at the thought and leaned back, reaching for my book at the same time. I couldn't wait to get back to reading that I was anticipating for Charlie to leave. I mean, I love him and all, but I still needed my space.

Just when I was about to wonder where he went, he came into my room—holding not just strawberries, but the kitchen phone. I was starring confused at it, and then glanced back at Charlie, who was looking around my room. He noticed my plug in at my night stand, and walked over. "What's that for?" I was confused. He handed me my strawberries and then plugged in the phone. "Well, I'll need to be phoning you every hour, and I can't have you wobbling back and forth down the stairs, so I'm putting the phone in here." He was proud of himself, and all I wanted to do was groan. I knew was proud of it, but it was following the doctor's orders to a T, as usual. I smiled weakly at him and nodded. "Good plan."

As he was leaving, he saw what I was reading and smiled some more. "I knew you'd like that. You were always a fan for historical stuff." I looked down at the novel in my lap, and I nodded. "I love Jane Austen, she's my favorite author." He smiled sadly then, and stared for the door. "I suppose I'll go back to work." He turned around to look at me. "Please don't sleep." I nodded, and knew I wasn't. I had strawberries and my favorite novel. I wasn't tired, and I had my favorite thing, I had no reason too. All I hoped was the pills Dr. Cullen prescribed to me wasn't going to make me drowsy.

When I heard Charlie retreat down the stairs, I knew today was going to be an okay day, I mean, other then breaking my ankle. I sighed as I laid down, thinking over the time in the emergency room. He looks so young. Why would such a young doctor want to move to a small town like this? He looked like he belonged on a movie screen, and not in an emergency room. Not that I am complaining though. He was gentle with my ankle, and fixed me up pretty quick. I mean, I wouldn't go fan crazy over him if that was a question.

As I settled down munching on my strawberries, the phone rang. Arch. I glanced at my alarm clock and noticed it wasn't very long since Charlie left. He isn't even at the station yet. I raised my eyebrows at it before I answered it. At least I don't have to go running up and down the stairs now. I attentively picked up the receiver and put it to my ear. "Can I please speak to Bella?" came out a loud voice from the ear piece. I grimaced, it was Jessica. "Hello Jessica," I said quietly, shifting my body so I was facing the phone. Before she called me Bella, she called me Isabella, my full name. Don't get me wrong, I like my name and all, but I don't really like being called Isabella.

"So, are you coming to my house tonight with your dad?" She was chewing gum, into a phone receiver. Not the best sound. I sighed, and knew I'd have to tell her no. I hated saying no, it was mean. "Umm, I can't Jess, I had an accident this morning," speaking slowly, not really wanting to tell her. Everyone was going to know on Monday at school. Jessica stopped chewing her gum and seemed and spit it out. "You what? Did you hurt yourself badly?" She was concerned, or worried, I couldn't tell.

"I fell down my stairs and then I broke my ankle," I didn't really want to tell her, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Friends tell each other stuff, right? The reaction I got from Jessica wasn't one I was expecting. "Ha, you're lucky. You don't have to do gym now, do you?" Jessica disliked gym also, and fortunately, she was in my gym class, but so was Mike Newton. It was coed. Something I disliked very greatly. It's just more people who can see my non existing athletic abilities.

"Yeah, uh, I don't think I'll have to gym. I mean, we are playing basketball," a sport that wasn't just bad for me, but I usually brought people down with me. Jessica of course, found it hilarious whenever I did it, which she had the natural ability of actually doing well in sports, didn't do anything to help it. Jessica let out a laugh. "I think the class will be happy," her voice was trying not to laugh. "Ha ha," I just wanted it to end. "Well, I've got some news Bella, and I think I'm going to share it with you," her voice wasn't laughing anymore, but it had the tone she used when she was about to gossip about something. Jessica wasn't just good at sports, but it seemed she liked to know peoples business. It wasn't very great; I didn't really enjoy doing so.

"What Jessica?" I asked with a huff, she could go on forever with her "news". She didn't notice my change in voice, because she continued as usual. "I heard from Lauren Mallory," Whom hated me with a passion, "that there is a new doctor in town, and he has 5 teenage kids, 5 Bella!" Her voice was excited now. Me? I was confused more then anything. How could he have 5 teenage kids? He was so young. He didn't even look 25. Jessica was still talking, and I made myself listen. "My mom talked to Mrs. Cope and she said that they're coming to our school," I wasn't surprised. Forks didn't really have many options. "And, 2 of them are in our grade! Isn't that great? New people, I love them." I was quiet when she said that. I was a new student just last week, and Jessica pounced on me the moment I walked into English class.

Jessica didn't notice my sudden change in emotions because she was still talking, but I didn't care what she was saying… I just wanted to read in peace. "Hey Jess? Can I let you go, my ankle is getting uncomfortable and I just would like to lie down. Can I let you go?" I was trying to be polite, but inside I was sad. The one friend that actually phoned me was the one person that liked new students, who would do anything to be their friends. I sighed and waited for Jessica's answer. "Uh, okay. I'll see you on Monday? Or, you're not coming to school?" I shook my head, and wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes. "I don't think I will Jess, you can collect my homework though," I was speaking quietly so she'd know I wasn't crying.

When Jessica hanged up, I turned my head away from the window and sighed. I hated the weather in Forks. It was never sunny. I let out a hiccup and wiped my eyes with the front of my t-shirt, not having to worry about make up stains. I didn't wear make up.

The next 2 days passed quickly, and it was finally Tuesday evening, and I was eating supper in the kitchen with Charlie. The last 2 days, I pretty much just spent in my room reading and just hanging about. The nights were the worst though, having Charlie come into my room to check to see if I was still alive. But I knew he was really worried, so I didn't say anything. Today, Charlie left early from work to take me back to the hospital to check up on my head, and leg.

I didn't have Dr. Cullen, but I sure saw the people that did. They were in a daze, and whenever I passed one, I stiffed a laugh—he was just that dreamy I suppose to other people. The doctor confirmed that I was okay, and if I could handle it, I could go back to school. I nodded, pleased. I missed school, but I didn't miss Jessica phoning me in the evenings to tell me about the new students.

"Bella, you wouldn't believe how drop dead gorgeous the students are! They look like they belong in a fashion show in Paris, not in Forks, Washington!" I knew what she meant. If they looked like Dr. Cullen, they'd look good. I was curious of the new students, but I didn't probe at Jessica for information, I didn't need too. "Well, the most gorgeous of them all is on our grade! He's actually in our gym class, can you believe it?" I couldn't believe it. The whole family is going to know I'm a fricken klutz. "Uh huh, I can believe it. So, what's this wonder man's name?" I was trying to read Mansfield Park, but I couldn't concentrate, not with Jessica in my ear. "His name is Edward Cullen. Isn't it dreamy?" I almost chocked on my own spit. Edward? That was the same name that I drooled over practically yesterday in Sense and Sensibility. The thing was, the name was quite old fashioned, and as Charlie said before, I liked historical things, including names.

Jessica didn't even give me a chance to answer. "And his sister, Alice Cullen, is also in our gym class, and she's okay I guess." I could tell there was jealously in her voice. I wanted to laugh, but I kept quiet. "What about the other siblings?" I was curious, and that's all I needed for Jessica to continue the conversation. By the end of it, I found out that the older students, in grade 10, were Emmett Cullen (Who according to Jessica, looks like a muscle builder), Rosalie Hale (Who belonged not in Forks, but anywhere else), and Jasper Hale (Who seemed to be on edge quite a lot).

I sat in thought at yesterdays' conversation when I ate silently. Charlie made supper tonight, and it was nothing special, just some breakfast food. Charlie wasn't exactly Mr. Cook man. I guess I'll be doing the cooking from now on still. I sighed and bit into my French toast, my favorite food. It tasted wonderful, and I enjoyed it so. Last night was pancakes.

"Bella, honey," Charlie spoke slowly, taking me out my daze. I looked at him, and he looked happy. "I know tomorrow is your birthday, and you'll be 15 years old, and I was wondering if you'd like to go out for supper." I smiled but knew I didn't. I didn't want to go out for supper with my cast on; it was embarrassing enough that I had to go to school with it tomorrow. I was wondering how I was going to approach this when Charlie went quiet. "I'm sorry Bella, but I just remembered I can't… I have to work tomorrow night." I was relieved, but I didn't want to show it.

"It's okay dad, really. I mean, going to a restaurant with my cast on? Maybe when I get it off, we can do something together, a postponed birthday gift." Charlie liked this idea more, and agreed to it. "And don't worry about having to work. I'll probably be swamped with homework tomorrow night anyways." And I knew it that was going to be true. Other then Jessica telling me about the new students, she informed me about the homework I missed. According to Forks High, the second week of school is when the work starts.

The next morning when I woke up, I looked out the window, and I knew what to expect. Clouds, clouds that kept the sun from showing. And, I didn't disappoint myself. It was cloudy but no wind outside. I sighed, but knew I couldn't get out of the weather. I looked at my alarm clock and knew it would go off in a second, so I turned it off anyways. No need to look it to go off. I looked at my ankle, and then at my clothes I picked out for today—no jeans today.

As I wobbled to the bathroom with the use of my crutches, I thanked myself for having a shower the night before. It was a long procedure, but I got it done. When I returned from the bathroom, I looked at my warm blanket longingly, but I knew I couldn't carry it around this morning. I sighed, and turned to get dressed. The outfit I was wearing was something that wasn't exactly fashionable, but something that would exactly go over my cast. When I looked in the mirror, I sighed.

Staring back at me with a blank face was a girl with her long hair in a messy pony tail, wearing a dark blue sweater shirt with a small hood in the back, and black pants. She had a sock on one foot, and the cast on another, and looked average, with a cast.

I turned away from the mirror and grabbed my crutches; it was time to go to school. As I walked down the stairs slowly, I knew I was going to be having a granola bar for breakfast, I mean; it was almost time to leave. As I walked into the kitchen, I saw my toothbrush by the sink with my toothpaste. I guess Charlie knew I couldn't go running back up the stairs to brush my teeth. I smiled at it, but knew I would look like a fool. I looked around the kitchen, and didn't see Charlie. Huh? His coffee cup was in the sink already, but his car was still in the driveway. I turned to the living room, and I saw him. He was standing at the coffee table, putting down 2 wrapped presents, and I wanted to cry. He got me birthday presents.

I turned back around and grabbed the granola bar, turning to look at the clock on the wall. 8:56. Uh oh. School started at 9:30, but you had to be in your class at 9:24 for roll call, and I didn't want to be late, especially since Jessica said in homeroom since Alice Cullen came that the seats filled up quick. "Dad, we've got to go now," my voice was urgent, and I turned around to brush my teeth—which I did very thoroughly and speedy. Charlie was already walking to the hallway, looking back at the living room.

"Those are for you to open when we get home from school Bella," he said, tying up his shoes. I nodded, and slipped on my running shoe, no need to go converse today. As we walked slowly down the walkway, I almost tripped, but Charlie caught me before anything happened. "Thank you," I replied gratefully as he helped me into the car. He nodded but walked around the car, not wanting to be late for work.

Ever since I moved into with him, he had to be 10 minutes late for work, and take his break in the afternoon, to pick me up and drive me home. Just because Forks was small, there was no bus. Although when he showed up late, nobody minded. They were all glad I was living with him, and making him happy.

As we reached the school drop off area for students, I noticed Jessica waiting for me. She wasn't the only one there too... A lot of people were getting dropped off. But, I only had eyes for Jessica. She promised to wait for me and I was glad. It wasn't that Forks High had no proper hallway, it was all different buildings. Hard to walk around with when you had crutches. As I stepped out of the car, I heard another car drive into the drop off. I turned around to see who it was, and it was a grey Mercedes. I don't know cars, but I did know that one. The windows were tinted, but I didn't really care who was in it, I just wanted to leave and get to class.

"Bye Dad, I'll see you after," I smiled down at him, and he smiled back. "Happy Birthday Bells." I smiled and turned back around. Jessica wasn't even looking at me. I walked slowly at her, with my crutches, and finally reached her. She looked at me for a moment to show me she knew I was there, and then turned back around. I turned too, and saw Dr. Cullen, with 5 of his children.

Dr. Cullen was talking to my dad, and the 5 teenagers were talking amongst themselves, getting out of the vehicle. Just when I was about to grab Jessica's arm to tell her to come on, Dr. Cullen turned to look at me. "How's the ankle Bella?" Oh my goodness. Jessica turned to look at me in amazement, and shock, and so did the teenagers. I wanted to die, then and there. I could feel my face filling up with blood, and I knew everyone saw it. Probably even the kids across the lawn. I swallowed, and ignored everyone else, except Dr. Cullen.

"It's fine," my voice sounded messed up, and I knew it did, but I didn't care. I turned around fast this time, and grabbed Jessica's arm. "Come on, let's go, now." I said it low enough only she would hear it, but I heard one of the teenagers laughing, like they heard it.


Okay, chapter done. EDWARD didn't smell Bella because it was crowded, and it was outside. PLUS no wind. I hope you enjoyed it...