DISCLAIMER: My first fanfic story. Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer, I just love the story and took my own spin on it. :)

Ch. 2

The flight to Forks was quiet which I was glad for. Once we landed Charlie grabbed my luggage and we set out to the parking lot in search of the truck he had borrowed from his friend Billy Black. Since my dad was the police chief of Forks, he was not allowed to drive his police cruiser over to the airport and leave it there for an extended time. So Billy came to the rescue and told Charlie he could borrow the truck for as long as he or I needed. Since Billy's accident, he was left paralyzed from the waist down and was unable to walk. His son Jacob, still too young to drive was in the process of rebuilding a small car for them so they no longer needed the truck. I was expected to be in Forks for a couple of weeks, I'd need a way to get around just in case something came up for that I was grateful to Billy.

The hour long drive to Forks was peaceful. Charlie was not a man of many words, which was fine by me since I was exactly the same. We sat in comfortable in silence all the way home. It made everything with Charlie easy.

"Hey Dad, I'm kind of tired, do you mind if I just go up to my room for the rest of the evening?" I asked as soon as we pulled up to the house.

"Sure Bells, you've had a long day. I'll grab us something for dinner a little later."

"Thanks Dad" I walked up the narrow staircase to my small room on the left side of the house. Everything here was exactly the same as I'd always remember. I decided I needed a hot shower and grabbed my toiletries bag and a change of clothes. The shower was just what I needed to relax a little. The hot water ran down my long hair and back. I just stood there with my eyes closed letting the steam evaporate my sadness. When the water ran cold I got out, dressed in my sweats and jumped into bed.

I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes the clock on my dresser said it was 12:30 am. My stomach felt a little queasy so I decided to go downstairs to look for something to drink. There was an empty bag on the counter from the local diner. I assumed Charlie had brought dinner so I peaked in the fridge and he had left me a plate with some meatloaf, mashed potatoes and green beans. Putting the plate in the microwave to heat up I hear Charlie coming down the stairs.

"Sorry Dad, did I wake you?" I asked.

"No, not really, I had just headed up to bed when I heard you come downstairs. I thought I'd come down and check on you. How are you feeling?"

"Ok I guess" I said and put my plate down on the table. I turned around to grab a fork when he handed it to me. I gave him a small smile and sat down to eat.

"Well I'm going to bed, I'll see you in the morning Bells" he said and kissed my forehead. I found myself poking around my plate, taking only a few bites of the meatloaf. When I couldn't eat another bite, I scrapped the leftovers in the trash and rinsed my plate to put it in the dishwasher. After brushing my teeth I went back into my room and pulled out my laptop. With having taken a long nap earlier, I was not sleepy, and I was a bit bored. I log into my Facebook account to see a flood of new notifications of my friends sending me their condolences. I quickly clicked out and decided to check my email instead. I did not want to deal with online friends, most of whom I did not personally know, but had added as a friend because of family or other mutual friends. Once my email opened there was a new message from Juilliard that read:

WELCOME TO JUILLIARD MS. ISABELLA SWAN!

IN ANTICIPATION OF YOUR ARRIVAL, BELOW IS ALL THE INFORMATION FOR YOUR DORM ROOM.

WE LOOK FORWARD TO MEETING YOU.

SINCERELY,

MS. PATRICIA SMITH, NEW RESIDENT DIRECTOR

It went on to say I was assigned room 305 and my roommate was a girl by the name of Alice Brandon. I was still undecided about Julliard. I know that was my mother's dream school for me, but I couldn't see myself there without her.

I logged off my computer and twirled around in my desk chair, I stop to take a look around my old childhood room. Everything was pretty much the same. Charlie updated the bedding and a few of the pictures, but for the most part it was like I was three years old again. I closed my eyes, picturing my mom downstairs singing along to the radio while making breakfast. Dancing around the kitchen like a free spirit without a care in the world. I missed her so much. I felt like a part of me died along with her, a big part. Tears now flowing down my cheeks I laid down on my bed and covered my head with the pillow.

I was woken up by the dim light coming in through my window. Sitting up on my bed I look over to my alarm clock which read 8:45 am. I groaned wishing I could have slept in. I sometimes despised my internal alarm clock which never seemed to let me sleep past 9 am on any given day. At a time like this I wish I could stay in bed all day, but that wasn't possible. I had to run some errands in town trying to keep myself busy. I vowed to myself that I would not turn into some sort of zombie. I had to keep my head up and live my life. It's what my mother would have wanted.

After a quick shower, I headed downstairs to see that Charlie had already left for the day. He left a note on the fridge telling me he would be gone for only a few hours. He had a fishing trip planned with Harry Clearwater. I opened the fridge to find something to eat. Giving up on making breakfast, I grabbed a bowl of cereal and sat down to eat. On the table was this morning's newspaper. I open it up and skimmed through the headlines. Nothing interesting ever happened in Forks. Just as I was putting away my bowl the house phone rings. I wondered if I should answer it or not. After the third ring I pick up the phone, pausing before saying hello.

"Ummm, hi," said the person on the line. He sounded young and I had no clue who it was.

"Who are you calling for?" I asked leaning against the wall.

"Is this Bella?" the voice asked.

"Yes, who are you?" I answered.

"Oh! Well hey um Bella, it's me Jacob" he sounded just a bit too eager for 9:30 am, I rolled my eyes getting frustrated with this kid I didn't even think I knew. "I'm Billy's son, we used to play together when we were little."

Thinking back to the summers I'd come to visit Charlie, I vaguely remembered anyone, but I did remember Billy, so I took his word for it.

"My dad told me you were back in town. I'm sorry about your mom, how are you?"

"Thank you Jacob, I'm doing ok" I sighed. "How are you?"

"Oh you know same old" he said clearly with a smile on his face "I was wondering if you would want to hang out today? My dad said Charlie was out fishing, so if you need someone to show you around, I'd be happy to."

"That's sweet Jacob, I'd actually love that." I lied, but I knew I would be no good spending so much time alone "Want me to pick …. Uhh wait, I don't know where you live."

Jacob let out an innocent laugh "Actually Bella I just finished my car and my dad's actually letting me drive it out a bit, so I can pick you up is that ok?"

"Sure sounds good, see you in about an hour?"

"Yup! See you soon."

I hung up the phone and then it dawned on me how in the world am I supposed to hang out with this person who I don't even remember. I started to panic when the phone rang again.

"Hello?" I said weary about answering the phone again.

"Hey Bells, you're up! How's it going?" Charlie called right on time.

"Good dad. Hey Jacob, Billy's son, called and asked if I'd hang out with him. Is this ok?" I asked silently wishing he'd say no.

"Of course Bells! He's a good kid. Have fun. I'll be home at about 3, I'll see you then."

We said our goodbyes and hung up. Went back up to my room to log online for a while to pass the time until Jacob would pick me up. Opened up my Facebook account and typed a quick status update to thank everyone for their condolences and I noticed I had a new friend request. I opened the request to see that Alice Brandon was requesting me. I stared at the screen perplexed as to how she would have found me when I realized she probably received the same welcome email and looked me up by name. She was a pretty girl with short black hair. I decided to accept her request and as soon as I was about to open her profile I heard a honk outside. I peeked out my window to see a small Volkswagen rabbit in the drive way and a guy who I assumed was Jacob Black walking up to the front door.

I opened the door to see a handsome tall young man with a huge smile. His skin was a beautiful tan color, I immediately felt self conscious about my pale cream skin. After looking at his face I was finally able to remember him from when we were kids. I also remembered he was at least two years younger than me, but he looked so much older.

"Hi Bella" he said shyly

"Hey, um, Jacob" I replied while twirling a piece of my hair in my hands "I remember you now."

His laugh sounded whole, warm. I couldn't help but feel warm inside too.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Sure, let me just get my stuff."

We walked out to his car and as he opened the door for me I knew I was in good hands.