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Summary: Vivian Rodgers was getting through life just fine until her brother got fired and is trying to ruin her life and the evolving relationship between her and Dr. Cullen. Carlisle/OC

Notes: For the sake of this story, Esme does not exist. Also, this is when the Cullen's move to Fork's awhile before Bella moves in with Charlie.

Anything But

Chapter 2 REVISED

By: Lintered

I parked my car in my assigned spot at the apartment complex where I live with my brother, Mark. We weren't always together. I came here four years ago after I finished my nursing degree at a college near by. The first three years I lived by myself and then my brother came to join me after he finished his degree in Seattle. He finished it just in time too because there was an opening that I told him about and so we moved in together. We don't live in a bad part or a good part, but I've come to realize Forks doesn't have that. It's all just… equal.

The complex isn't anything special; a few stories tall, red brick, shrubs around the outside. Just the plain typical apartments I usually imagine. I lived on the second floor in the back of the building. The windows lead to the great scenery of a brick wall of another apartment complex. I know how to choose a place, huh?

I open the door to see Mark in his boxers and wife beater and socks watching the TV and in general being a slob. Typical man had a bag of potato chips and beer cans all over the place. His hair was all messy and his beard was coming in at full force. This was not like him at all. Usually he was always clean and up kept but after he was fired, he gave up. He won't even look for a job or let me help him find a job.

Mark expects me to do all the cooking, cleaning and paying the bills now. Even though he's at home all day or maybe out all day, but he's here more than I am and should be doing some work. Sadly, I can't bring myself to ask him to help around. I don't mind it that much because it gives me stuff to do instead of being lazy and not do anything but one thing I can't do is pay the bills in full and I'm slowly wracking up my debt. It seems Mark still isn't looking for a job, I'll have to keep telling him to and pick up extra hours else where. I work 7am to 4pm at the hospital so I think I can find an evening shift somewhere; maybe waitress like I did during school.

"I'm home," I muttered. He didn't even say or move to acknowledge he heard me. After I showered, I made dinner for us and after that I cleaned up our messes and his by the TV.

"Mark, you really need to find a new job. I can't keep up with the bills on my salary," I told him.

"You can't even pay the bills? How'd you do it for three years by yourself? Pick up some extra hours then."

"Well I was able to pay them fine but now with two people, there is a lot more stuff to pay for. I really need your help with this." I was practically on my knees begging him, but not quite there.

"Alright, I'll start looking but you should still pick up extra hours in the mean time." He didn't even look at me when he said it. Hopefully he meant it.

The next day during break I was looking through the newspaper trying to find another job. I couldn't get extra hours at the hospital because they were pretty set on scheduling and each person was specifically assigned. There would be too many complications I would have to deal with if I were to try.

"Are you looking for a new job?" Dr. Cullen asked.

"Not new, just another." After him seeing me cry my little eyes out and him promising not to tell anybody, I figured he could get decent answer out of me because who knows, he could be a jerk and blackmail me or something.

"Why would you need another job? This doesn't keep you occupied enough?" I sighed and closed my eyes. For some reason I felt compelled to tell him. Maybe because a bunch of crap has been pilling up in my mind.

"Because I can't afford to pay my bills and my debt is starting to become bigger. Ever since Mark got fired, it's just been getting worse and worse and he knows that," I looked at him. He had a neutral face and it made me glare at him. He didn't have the decency to at least pity my hardships.

"But it's okay because he said he will look for a job and so while he's looking, I'm going to put in some extra hours." I folded my newspaper and stared directly in his eyes. I lost. I looked away first. His eyes were just so intense, I couldn't understand it. Maybe it was that weird color his eyes were. If you're going to wear contacts, why amber? I guess it's not as bad as those people who have purple contacts, or red. At least his look more natural.

"I'm sorry. I hope the best of luck to your brother and that he gets a job quickly before you work yourself to the bone."

"What is there to be sorry for? You didn't get him fired." My eyes widened at what just left my mouth. Dr. Carlisle Cullen didn't do a damn thing. Yet, I hated him from the get go because I just wanted to blame someone for Mark getting fired. I couldn't blame him because I really don't think he did it. If I wanted to blame anybody, I should blame those nurses who got him fired in the first place. Sadly, blaming Mark didn't cross my mind. Wow. It took me months to realize this. I disappoint myself sometimes.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I chuckled a little.

"It took me from the time you first got here till now to realize something, and for that, I'm sorry." He looked at me curiously before I explained my revelation to him.

"Can we start over? I'm Vivian Rodgers, it's nice to meet you," and with that, we shook hands, warm meeting cold, and went back to work.