Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, but I do own my imagination of what if…

This is a Twilight redo …what if Bella had come to Forks after she graduated high school in Phoenix? Would she still end up meeting Edward and falling in love with him? Would they be star-crossed lovers after all?

A/N: Okay, so this is the second chapter to Naïve and I'm looking for feedback at this point to let me know if I should continue and also to know if I should post my own story with my own characters (which I believe to be interesting, but of course I would because they're mine). Anywho, REVIEW pretty please. Thanks!

Miscalculation

I awoke the next morning to a space filled with darkness. The dark curtains shielded the room from the faint light being cast from outside.

Day Two. Come on, get up Bella. Time to see how miserable you'll be.

I rolled myself out of bed and grabbed a few clothes. I headed towards the bathroom to freshen up before going downstairs. Charlie had already left for the station, but not before leaving me a note on the kitchen table. I was in shock at was in the first line of the letter.

Bella,

I have to go to the station today, but Jake called this morning and said that if you need to go anywhere just give him a call. His number is on the list by the phone, under Billy Black of course. If you need anything, or should you have an emergency, my number at the station is also on that list.

Dad

I guess my asking to not being chauffeured around town hadn't worked. While it would have been nice to have some wheels at my disposal, I didn't think it was right to inconvenience someone else. Especially since that person was looking for more. It was funny though, it was Friday and since school wasn't out for another week here in Forks, I thought for sure Jacob would be in school. At that moment, my stomach growled.

Hmm, I wonder what Charlie has in the way of food.

I quickly looked around the kitchen and noticed some cereal on top of the refrigerator. I quickly grabbed the box and went to the cabinet to pull out a bowl. After making myself a bowl and shoveling it all in, I cleaned the dishes and went in search of something to occupy my time.

I went upstairs to my room and turned on the computer. It took it forever to boot up and sounded like a 747 Jumbo Jet in doing so. Once it was up and running, I logged on to the Internet, this too took ages, to check my email. To my surprise, my mother had only sent me eight emails, since my arriving to Forks yesterday. The funny part was, she hadn't mentioned emailing me when I spoke with her last night on the phone. Granted it was a brief conversation mainly filled with the "I made it safely mom" line and the occasional "yes mom". Typical Renee, I loved her dearly though. She was my best friend.

I quickly opened up her first email, which was sent ten minutes after my plane had left the airport.

Bella, are you there?

-Mom

I laughed when I read it. Poor Renee. The downloading of the messages were taking way too long, so I knew that if it the rest were anything like the first, she didn't really want anything. I quickly composed a brief email to her thanking her for checking in on me and telling her that I loved her. After it was sent, I turned off the computer. It was just too slow for my taste.

In search of something to occupy my time, I tried to watch a little television. This made me more frustrated as I soon figured out I could only access 70 channels, none of them worth watching. I let out a deep sigh as I thought about calling Jacob. I decided against it.

I arose quickly from the couch and grabbed by jacket by the front door. I shoved the spare key Charlie had given me, into my pocket. I had to get out of the house. We had passed a library on our way in and out of town last night. It didn't seem like it was too far from the house, so I decided to walk, which would be an adventure in itself. Admittedly, my clumsiness had improved since I'd graduated, but who was I fooling, that was only two weeks ago.

Just figure out where you're going and walk in that direction. Concentrate on walking, that is, once you've figured out where you're going. Common sense, Isabella Marie.

I emerged from the house, visualizing my route and began walking in that direction. The streets were quite, of course all the kids were still in school. I didn't have to worry about truant officers here, my father was the police chief, and so if anyone approached me, I'd just tell them who I was. They'd surely know my background, seeing how Charlie had been gushing news of my Stanford acceptance all over town.

The sky was overcast, the sun begging to be let through. I didn't understand how people survived in this environment. No sunlight makes for a depressing town. I walked for about twenty minutes until I reached the library. I walked in and found it to be empty, the shelves covered with old, tattered books. This library was in desperate need of an update.

I went to the card catalogue to begin my search for an interesting read. I decided that I would leave it to chance for what I'd be reading. I pulled open the catalogue and closed my eyes as I let my fingers run over the cards before stopping. I pulled the card out and took a look.

Hmm…To Kill a Mockingbird. This could get interesting.

I had never read the book. Once I had learned what it was about, I was immediately turned off to the idea of reading it. But, since I was letting fate have it's way with me today, I took a chance. I found the shelf the book was located on. I scanned the books on the shelf before finding the book I'd been looking for. I pulled it down from its place.

This has to be an original copy.

I opened the book and read the publishing date. It was the first edition. I found a seat in the back of the library and began reading. As I opened the book, the staleness of the library wafted across my face.

Yes, definitely in need of an update! And some air freshener.

I lost track of all time and before I knew it, it was after four in the afternoon. I returned the book to the shelf, decidedly excited about returning to it tomorrow. I walked with my head down passed the front counter, peering at the librarian out the side of my eyes as I walked by. She was an older lady, with salt and pepper hair. I was sure she loved her job, as she was reading a book and looking blissfully peaceful.

As I reached the door, I stuck my hand out to pull it open. As I did this, the door came flying, full force, into my extended hand. I couldn't stop it before it hit me in the face.

Holy Mother of Pearl! Shit that hurt!

"Ow." I managed to squeak out through my hand that had immediately found its way to my face. I began to stumble backwards. As I did, my foot hit a rift in the carpet and down I went. I knew what was coming and braced myself for the impact.

Nothing.

I felt two hands grab me, right before I should have felt the impenetrable flexibility of the floor. Someone had stopped by fall. I was immediately brought back to my feet by the two sturdy hands. I hadn't removed my own hand from my face quite yet; the pain was still too bad.

"Are you alright?" I heard a velvety smooth male voice say. "I do apologize, I didn't know anyone would be on the other side of the door." He continued.

"You should be more careful." I snapped. I removed my hand from my face and looked down at it as I continued my tirade. "Doors shouldn't just be shoved open at full force like that you dum…" I lost my train of thought as my eyes focused and looked up at the unsuspecting face.

Holy good God. I've died. I'm dead and this is heaven.

I thought the blow to the head was causing my vision to go bad. There in front of me, stood the most gorgeous angel I'd ever seen. His hair was a deep honey color and messy. His skin, pale and smooth. As my eyes made their way to his topaz colored eyes, I caught the look of confusion on his face. All of a sudden I felt dizzy. My legs went weak and I lost my footing.

Again, like lightening, his hands reached out and grabbed me. This time, his arms wrapped around me as well. My body shuddered at his mere touch.

"Miss? Are you alright?" he asked.

"I don't feel so well." was all I could manage to get out.

In one quick motion, I'm not sure how, I was lifted off feet and cradled in his arms.

"I'm sorry. This is entirely my fault. I should get you to the hospital." he said.

My head still spinning and now distracted by his sweet scent, I tried to speak.

"I…ok…need…phone…Char…lie." was all I could mutter before passing out.

When I awoke, I was in the hospital, lying on a bed. My head was throbbing and my eyes were sensitive, trying to adjust to the light. I tried to sit up and get my bearings. I immediately felt a hand on my shoulder pushing me back down.

"Take it easy Isabella. You're in the hospital. You've got a nasty concussion and we're going to have to keep you overnight for observation." a man said.

I turned my head to see who was speaking to me. There stood a man who was just as pale as the man who had been at the library. He had the same color eyes, accept his were lighter. That was where the similarities ended. This man had blonde hair and his features were more delicate. He was wearing a button up shirt with blue strips with a white lab coat over it. On the pocket of the coat was a badge that read 'Dr. Cullen' with a picture next to above his name. He was a handsome man, but not as handsome as the man from before.

I groaned as I felt the stiffness in my neck. The door must have hit me harder than I initially realized. I raised my hand to massage my neck.

"How long was I out doc?" I asked the man.

"For a couple of hours." he replied.

"Ugh," I groaned. "I need to call my dad. He's going to be worried when he gets home and I'm not there." I looked at the doctor.

"No worries Isabella. We've already contacted the Chief and he's on his way. He should be here at any moment." he said, just as the room door opened.

"Bella! What happened?" Charlie said as he entered the room.

"I'm ok dad. Just a little run in with a door. I think the door won, but I put up a hell of a fight." I joked trying to lighten the severity of the mood. I chuckled and immediately regretted the action, as my head hurt more when I laughed. I winced in pain as Charlie looked across the bed and spoke to the doctor.

"Is she going to be alright Dr. Cullen? I hear your boy is the one who bought her in."

"Yes, she'll be fine Chief. My son bought her here promptly. She was knocked out for a couple of hours, but I think she'll make a full recovery. I would like to keep her here overnight just to be certain though." Dr. Cullen was now looking at me again, checking my vitals.

"Dad, I don't want to stay here. Please, can we just go home? You know how hospitals make my stomach turn. I'll sleep better in my own bed any way." I looked from Charlie to Dr. Cullen, waiting for his response.

Charlie looked at Dr. Cullen, who then looked back at me. I pouted to add to the effect of persuasion. Dr. Cullen sighed and shook his head.

"Okay, but only if you promise to return should you notice any blurriness, fatigue or dizziness. I'll write you a prescription for the pain." He jotted down some notes in my chart and handed Charlie a prescription for my medication.

Charlie took the piece of paper and nodded at the doctor. With that, Dr. Cullen exited the room. Charlie turned back to me and sighed. I could see the disappointment on his face, at the same time; there was relief there.

"Bella, you haven't even been in Forks 42 hours and already you're in the hospital. I hope this isn't indicative of what we have to look forward to this summer. I don't think my old heart could stand another call from the ER like that." Charlie looked down at me.

"Dad, I'm ok. I'll be more careful in the future. I was just lucky Dr. Cullen's son was there to bring me here." I said as I turned myself to the side of the bed with Charlie's help.

In all reality, if Dr. Cullen's son hadn't been there, I wouldn't have ended up here, but I couldn't tell Charlie that.

"Lucky indeed. I'll have to thank him." Charlie said.

"Yeah, tell me about it. I'll have to thank him too. Do you know his name?" I reached for the door and pulled it open.

"Well I believe Dr. Cullen has a few sons. They all attend Forks High School. I didn't bother to ask which one rescued you though." Charlie followed.

As we exited the hospital, my mind raced with thoughts of Dr. Cullen's son. My guardian angel. Why hadn't he stuck around? What was his name? Would I see him again, while I was here in Forks?

Well let's see Bella, he's not really your guardian angel. Just a human being who happened to whack you with a door. Although for him, I think you should let him whack you again. All day and all night. That probably won't happen though, he's gone and you probably won't see him again.

My chest was all of a sudden heavy at the thought of not seeing him again. I had to find what his name was and thank him personally. I had to look in those beautiful golden eyes again.

My coming to Forks all of a sudden took on a new meaning. This town really wasn't so bad. It could offer me a lot, or at least one thing. Him.