Yay! Second Chapter is up! Well, technically the first chapter since my last chapter was the preface. Lolz. I wanted to thank the people who reviewed and the many others who read my story. I am glad that you all liked it and I hope that you keep reading.

The song for this chapter is "Trying to Find My Way" by Lifehouse. Listen to the song while you read! It makes it better. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or her great characters. Unfortunately it belongs to the fabulous Stephenie Meyer.

Fix You- Chapter One

Seven Years Later………

"My decision is final mom. Really. I want to go." I lied hoping she would believe it. I really didn't want to move to the rainy and dreary town of Forks, Washington with my dad Charlie but what other choice did I have? She wanted to be with Phil but instead had to stay home with me half the time. She was as just as a bad liar as I was. I could see right through her when she told me that she really didn't mind having to stay with me.

That's when I decided to avoid the problem. Besides, I heard that Charlie couldn't cook at all and I didn't want him dying of some weird medical condition for eating to many burnt foods. My cooking expertise was exactly what he needed. So I discussed it with mom and Phil my step-father, but with mostly my mom, and not too soon after I was packing my bags for Forks. My plane was leaving in less than a week, on Sunday. The next Monday I would be attending Forks High. They were only two weeks into their second semester of school.

"Fine. But you better call me right when your plane touches down on the ground and email me at least once a week." She bargained giving me the serious look once again. This was the sixth "discussion" that we have had on this topic and hopefully the last.

"I promise mom." I agreed, although conscientiously wondering if the whole email thing would work out with the old piece of crap for a computer I had in my room at Charlie's. I would have to think about investing in a laptop when I got to Forks if not before I left.

Renee gave me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before retreating up the stairs. I checked my watch and thought it was about time to start on dinner. I did most of the cooking in this house. Sure, Renee could cook but since I enjoyed it so much and practically begged her to let me cook, she agreed.

I headed into the kitchen and immediately started pulling out the ingredients for my famous homemade spaghetti and meatballs accompanied with garlic bread and a salad. It was probably my favorite meal. Not only was it incredibly delicious but it was pretty simple to make too. I filled the pot with water and set it on the stove to boil. Only three more days.

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"Flight 437 now boarding in Gate 26." Came a voice from the loudspeaker. I picked up my carry-on bag, a black backpack with white swirls all over it, in which I had my sketchbook, a pencil, my iPod, and a new laptop that Renee and Phil had given me before I left )probably thinking the same thing as I about my old computer at Charlie's) and pulled the backpack onto my back. I had already given my mom and Phil a goodbye hug at the front of the airport. They couldn't come in and see me off because right after they dropped me off they were driving to Flagstaff for one of Phil's baseball games. I walked toward the boarding gate and handed the lady at the counter my ticket, then walking towards the plane.

Only a few hours later and I would be getting off this plane and seeing Charlie again. I would run and give him a big hug, which would probably shock him. Then we would get in his cruiser and make the hour drive to Forks, on the way making small talk about the weather and what I have been up to since the last time he saw me.

All during the flight I listened to my iPod and thought about what my first day of school would be like. If I was lucky, nobody would even notice I had come and they would all just leave me alone and not make a big fuss about it. Although, It would be nice to have at least one friend there.

By the time I had convinced myself to stop worrying about it, the plane had landed and was pulling up to the gate. This was a smaller airport so stairs had to be rolled up to the plane doors and the passengers just walked off onto the tarmac. I grabbed my backpack and practically ran out the doors into the airport to grab my luggage before making it out to the parking lot where I spotted Charlie waiting by his cruiser.

Like I said I would, I ran to him and have him a big hug. Of course he was surprised and stood there frozen before hugging me back just as tightly. We released each other and he grabbed my luggage putting it into the trunk while I slid into the passenger seat. My hair was wet from the drizzling rain outside and I scowled at the rain before putting on my seat belt. It was going to take a while to get used to the rain.

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By the time Charlie finally pulled up to the house I was halfway asleep. I barely took in my surroundings as I staggered up the driveway to the porch. I had to wait for Charlie to unlock the door but as soon as I was in and able to walk around the corner to the couch, I was out. Stupid jet-lag.

It must have been only ten minutes later when I felt Charlie's hands around my torso and under my knees and swaying up the stairs as he carried me to my room. He laid me on the bed and started to walk out of the room. I was only half conscious at the time but was still able to let out a breathy thanks to him before he closed the door to let me sleep.

I was awaked by a screeching noise. I couldn't make out what it was as I slightly parted my eyes and looked around the room. I heard the noise again and quickly snapped my head to the window where I heard the noise come from. I scooted my back up against my backboard and pulled the covers under my chin scared that someone was at my window. But as I looked closer, the only thing I saw was the tree outside of my window and its branches scraping up against the window, which must have been the cause of the noise.

I looked to my bedside table where my alarm clock was. It read 11:48. I turned on the lamp that was atop my bedside table then sighed to myself knowing I was going to get no sleep tonight. I climbed out of bed, shivering when my feet touched the cold, hardwood floor and crossed the room over to my dresser where Charlie had placed my suitcases. I pulled out my pajamas from one of my suitcases and then reached above the dresser to a small bookcase that sat on top and picked out my favorite book. I made my way across the cold floor one again and mentally made a note to myself to get a warm, fuzzy rug as I made my way back to my bed.

I changed quickly then plopped back onto my bed and crawled under the covers . I pulled my back up against the backboard again and flipped to the beginning of the book. It was going to be a long and tiring night.

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The first day of school was worse than I thought. It turns out I was the new "hot topic" that had been on everyone's mind for the past 2 weeks while they waited for my arrival. Everyone wanted to know the new girl. Many people talked to me and some would walk me to my next class if they had it with me, or even if they didn't. I new my schedule by heart and new where all of my classes were and I told them all that. But they insisted they walk me anyways. So I would only nod my head and walk with them not wanting to make a big deal over it.

By the time lunch had come I was exhausted. Not only from all of the people talking to me today, but also from the fact that I had gotten practically no sleep last night because of the rain and wind and the nap yesterday did nothing to help my sleep deprivation. I just wanted to finish the rest of the day in peace with no one talking to me. Is that too much to ask?

Right now I was walking into the cafeteria with girl named Angela. She was quiet and a little shy and let me think to myself. I immediately took a liking to her. She led us to a table full of students, of which most had already "interrogated" me.

I took a seat next to Angela as the others told me their names again. But my memory didn't help much as I forgot them all instantly. A girl sitting across from me started talking to me about how much the guys were going crazy over my arrival here. I tried to remember her name but my mind failed once again. I think it was Jennifer…..or Jane? Something that started with a J.

I pretended to pay attention to her as my mind wandered. I bent over to the side of my chair where I had put my backpack and was about to unzip my backpack to get my lunch bag when my gaze fell upon a pair of shoes standing in the way. From the look of the classy shoes I knew that it was a guy. I tried to reach around his legs to get to my backpack but stop when I heard him clear his throat. I reluctantly pulled my arms away from my backpack and set them on my lap, but still kept my gaze on the shoes in my way. It was then that I had noticed the my whole table had gone silent. But why? Who could cause the table to be dead silent and also be blocking me from my healthy and nutritious lunch?!

"What are you doing here Cullen? Isn't your table over there?" A boy I remembered as Mike questioned the boy standing next to me. Cullen? Who was that? I thought to myself. Who is this boy standing in my way!?

Still bent over, I released my gaze from my backpack and reluctantly moved my way up his body. My eyes wondered up his legs and across is chiseled chest until I met his eyes. They were the most beautiful green color I had ever seen. But….. I had seen them before…….

"Edward?!" It just couldn't be. But it was. I knew it. I looked more closely at his features. The disheveled bronze hair that he was now running his fingers though. The gorgeous emerald eyes that always captivated me. His hard jaw that he had even as a ten year old, and that same crooked smile that he was giving me now. It had to be him.

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Sorry it is short. I am still working on making my chapters longer. I am thinking about making the next chapter from Edward's POV. Let me know if you want me to or not because I haven't officially decided yet. :) Also, I hate cliffhangers but it seemed a good place to stop.