Coincidence, Fate, Bad luck

Disclaimer- I forgot to put one of these for my first chapter, so here it is. Clearly I am not the wonderful Stephanie Meyer, and therefore do not own the Twilight saga or any of the characters. The only thing that is mine is the storyline; although I do wish that Edward belonged to me to, but who doesn't?

A/N- Hello my lovely readers, this is my very first fanfic and I really hope that I do well in writing it. I know that I am not the best writer on here; there are some very talented people on this site. However, I would be very grateful if you could help me out and REVIEW. Tell me what you love, like and hate and how I can do better. There will be another A/N at the end of the chapter, please read it; but for now on to the story...

Chapter 2- Home Sweet Home

Bella P.O.V

I was walking carefully down the aisle on the plane, making sure that I wasn't going to trip and fall flat on my face. That would just be fantastic, to fall in front of the cutest guy alive. As if I haven't embarrassed myself enough!

I managed to get to the steps without falling. However, I knew I wouldn't make it down there without killing myself; especially with my bags. Luckily, I saw my Dad heading up the steps, chuckling to himself.

"Y' alrigh' bells?" Charlie said when he reached me.

I nodded and he took the bags from me, he walked slowly down the steps with me behind him clutching the back of his jacket in case I fell.

When my feet were firmly on the ground Charlie turned around, put my bags on the ground, and pulled me into a tight hug.

"I'm so glad your 'ere Bells," he said, "it feels like I haven't seen y' in ages!"

"I know Dad, me too." I said a little awkwardly but giving him a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek anyway. He pulled away and picked up my bags again.

"We better get a move on; Sue and Emmett are at home waiting for y'."

I nodded and started following him towards the car park where I presumed he had left the car. Just then I had a thought, what if Charlie's brought the police cruiser? Well wouldn't that just make this the best day in my life? In case you didn't get that; I was being sarcastic. It's something people do when they're joking...

I hate riding in the cruiser. So that means that it definitely would not be the best day ever. The cruiser just attracts unwanted attention. And I hate attention.

We turned the corner but I couldn't see the cruiser anywhere. I relaxed and Charlie led us over to an old red Chevrolet truck. The paint was peeling off but it was better than the cruiser.

Charlie turned to me then. "Well, Bells. How do you like your new truck?" He asked me.

Did I just here him right? I thought he said 'my' truck.

"What?" I asked him.

"You don't like it." He said, looking upset, "It doesn't matter, I just thought that you'd like it better than the police cruiser. I would have got something a bit newer, but, well; I don't have a lot of money and..."

I cut him off, "DAD! I love it! It's so me." I gushed, "Thank you." I hugged him.

"Well... Great! You're welcome. I'm glad you like it." He said, getting a bit embarrassed with the hug.

I pulled away.

"Can I drive?"

"Sure, sure."

I jumped in the drivers' side while my Dad took my bags to the back and then got in the passenger side. He chucked the keys to me, but obviously I didn't catch them. They fell to the floor, like a dead fly.

"Sorry Bells," He said as I leant down to pick them up. "I forgot how clumsy you are. Emmett will get a kick out of that." He laughed.

My fingers found the keys and gripped them. I gave a smile to my Dad and stuck the keys in the ignition. Luckily, I had taken my drivers test back in Phoenix and passed.

The drive to my new home was short (considering Forks is basically empty), awkward and quiet, with Charlie interrupting the silence every now and then telling me where to turn.

Ten minutes after we had started driving, Charlie told me to pull up outside a house. I pulled up onto the drive next to the police cruiser and a jeep. I presumed the jeep was Emmett's. I pulled the keys out of the ignition and got out of my new truck.

Looking in front of me, I saw my new home. It was nice. It had white stone walls and a modern looking door with a gold knocker. It had several windows facing the front and a satellite dish sticking out of the roof. The house was quite big, so I knew Sue had bought it.

The garden was small, but I suppose it doesn't really matter considering me and Emmet are the youngest ones here; and we're hardly young enough to play in a garden. The garden was filled with luscious, green grass and pretty, colourful flowers. Red, yellow, blue, purple, pink and white. Bees and wasps flew lazily through the air to their colourful destinations, while grass-hoppers and crickets chirped happily in the short grass. Over in the corner of the garden sat a wooden swing for two; and near the door was a blue mail box. Surrounding the whole garden was a white picket fence that completed the whole house. It was like something out of a fairytale.

I walked round to the back of my new truck and picked up one of my bags, whilst Charlie got the other one.

He started walking up the pebbled path and I followed him to the door of my new home. Charlie pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door.

I took one last look behind me at my new red truck before turning back and stepping through the door that was being held for me.

A/N- Hi again,

These first couple of chapters aren't going to be as good as I want because I've got to give you a background, so please bare with me.

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