Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot line of this story. Stephanie Mayer owns it all. Lucky, lucky woman.

Summery: Bella's life in Forks is hell on earth, with Charlie's fiance a total bitch and her step-sister dating her ex, Jacob Black. Nothing seems to be going well for her until she meets the towns new Doctor, Edward Cullen. Will she get the fairy tale ending she always dreamed off with her dream man?

Author note: The response to this fic is beyond what I thought it would have. Each review and read is fuel to the fire that makes me write even if this update is about two weeks later than I said it would be. I'd like to say I have reasons but other than a friend coming over with her sprog-let for a few days, I've done pretty much nothing.

I do have a few drafts waiting to be finished up, and whilst doing those, I realised a slight problem with Edwards age. Turns out, the average graduate from medical school is roughly 28 - 30 and I planned for Edward to be at least three or four years into his carer. I could easily use to plot device of 'his family is a bunch of doctors so he was able to fast track, being smart and all.' but that seems like a cop-out. So, the only way forward is to make him older but I suppose that will only add to their struggle. What's worse than dating a guy ten years older than you? Dating an even older guy. Sorry, not sorry, Charlie.

By the time I've posted this, the last chapter will have been altered, though only Edward's age, nothing else.

Again thank you for sitting there and reading my story and even more so for not hating it and please, let me know your thoughts even to slate me about my mega fuck up on Edwards age. Just try and be kind, I have a sensitive soul.

And finally, on with the story...


"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked as I donned my favorite leather jacket. I chewed nervously on my bottom lip as I looked myself over in the mirror in Alice's obscenely large walk in closet. It was so big you could fit my entire room inside it and believe me when I say it was stocked better than any clothes store in a twenty mile radius. I was looking fine, if I did say so myself but tell that to the annoying voice in the back of my mind that swore something was wrong, whether it was my hair, my make up, or me, I didn't know.

I had been right about Alice, not long after we had reached the salon did she declare that we were in for a full day of treatments, nails, waxes, the bloody painful lot. She even had our hair's washed, dyed and styled. After I had to agree with her. The torture of being poked, prodded and touched for far too long to be considered normal was worth it after seeing myself in the mirror. My hair was done in one of those twisty dos but also left down, a wave of dark chocolate. It bloody confused me, and took Heidi an hour to complete. My make up was done to perfection and thankfully done lightly the way I liked it, smoky eye shadow that made my eyes pop, framed with thick lashes and my favorite gloss. Alice had caved after half an hour of arguing and let me wear the dress of my choosing, the one I had chosen this morning with black ankle high boots that had almost no heel. The dress came to mid-thigh and clung to me like a second skin. I paired it with my favorite leather jacket because if there was a night I needed a confidence boost, it was tonight. Alice wanted me in heels, fucking needle high death traps that would surely sink in the fucking sand and would be dumped pretty quickly if the past was any indication. I refused until I was blue in the face, and the tie breaker had been Mrs Brandon, Alice's sophisticated but super kind and cool mom, who had ruefully admitted that the safer option was the boots.

I could've kissed her.

I could hardly walk in heels on a good day, let alone on a beach, where I was hopefully getting totally and utterly wrecked. Alice was dreaming.

It was pretty safe to say I was shitting myself. Word had spread pretty fast about Garrett's party, the whole of Forks High - the ones with a social life, that was - was coming. Kids from the res had been added into the chat and confirmed their presence, people were providing alcohol, Laurent was bringing his stash. It was going to be the party of the year.

Jake was going to be there.

Fuck my fucking life.

"You'll be fine," Alice placated, perched on her window ledge with the window thrown open as wide as it went, smoking a cigarette. Alice was one of those perfect looking friends, it seemed I was forever surrounded by flawless people. Emmett, Alice, Rosalie fucking Hale. Hell, even Jake had been beautiful, the slimy fuck. Alice reminded me of Tinkerbell from Pan, she was thin to the extreme, and short, with small, delicate features. Her jet black hair was chopped short and styled into little spikes. All she needed was a pair of fairy wings and some pixie dust and she'd make a perfect Tink'. She was also made from money, her parents owned one of the biggest chain of jewelers in America, and her clothes were often from expensive brands that I could only dream of purchasing. Tonight she looked amazing, dressed in a periwinkle belly top and dark wash skinny jeans. She had opted for a pair of strappy heels, which had the green eyed bitch in me hating her for her ability to walk in heels no matter how pissed she was. Hell, the hoe was one step away from being a fucking ballerina. She wore her usual choker, the one with the dark green garnets on. Actual, real garnets. Lucky bitch. "You'll hardly even know he's there. Fuck him." She paused and grinned at me, her blue eyes sparkling with devious intent. "Fuck his best friend."

I gave a shaky laugh, shitting myself and joined her at the window before helping myself to a cigarette. That sounded like a good option, if that best friend wasn't Quil Ateara.

I was overreacting, I knew, I had seen Jacob Black multiple times since we broke up. Leah loved to flaunt her prize around the house and he could do no wrong in the Chief's eyes. Not when he had broken my leg when we were eight nor when he had broke my heart and fucked my almost step sister. It was the final nail in the coffin and turned my home into some kind of battle ground.

I was the one in the wrong, they had somehow flipped it on me. Jake had done one thing wrong, and my reaction was uncalled for, just like always I frazzled out, only this time on Jake's car. He had put up with enough of my crap, the constant stream of getting myself into trouble, the parties and all the rest.

Somehow, they made it seem like it was my fault he had strayed. Like fuck.

But this was the first time in a social setting that we would be in the same vicinity. I had done a pretty good job at avoiding the fuckers, even in my own house so my nerves were sky high. What if I fucked up, again?

I needed some vodka.

I snatched up Alice's lighter and sparked it, bringing the flame up to the end and lighting the cigarette I had stolen off Alice. My nerves began to ease off, albeit slightly.

"Come on, Swan, we're going to have a blast. I've already seen it." Alice said creepily, smiling that knowing smile of hers. I rolled my eyes, not really feeling up to 'Mystic Alice' right now. She claimed that she had some sort of six sense involving the future, like she literally saw the future, with feelings and glimpses; the whole shebang. I had yet to prove her wrong, whatever talent she had, it seemed to work, sometimes too well. You could get nothing past her.

"Did you see me drowning Leah in the ocean?" I joked, forcing a smile onto my face. I flicked the cigarette sending ash scattering into the wind and took another drag.

Alice's smile was more of a grimace. "No, you don't kill anyone tonight, I think."

"You sound so confident." I laughed and skillfully flicked the end of my cigarette out the window. Now that I had a slight buzz from the nicotine, I was more than ready to face the night. Hell, even if it was Jacob's turf, I had more right to be at this party than he did. These were my friends and I had been to every La Push party since Garrett started hosting them.

"I will be once I get some bud into you," She flung away her own cig and hopped down. "We should get going before shithead calls again."

"Is he still drunk?" I ask grabbing my Samsung from the vanity and chucking it in my bag before double checking that I had everything I might need. Garrett had called her over an hour ago and if the stream of video's on his Facebook wall was any giveaway, the party had began some time ago. I grimaced, Garrett was an ass when he was wasted. Unintentionally but still an ass.

"I told him he better sober up by the time we get there, or ill cut him off." I resisted the urge to sigh. As much as I loved Alice, she was all talk when it came to Garrett. She had threatened as much before, and went back on her word less than a few hours later every time. By cut off, she meant both money and sex which the douche was far more dependent on than he should be but coming from a rich family, Alice had different feelings than I did about her situation. Money meant practically nothing to her, because there would always be more of it.

I didn't really see the appeal. Garrett was fit, I'd give him that, tall and rangy with tattoos, and fuck me if his hair wasn't sexy, long sandy hair that he tied back in a leather thong. The downfall? He was a major pothead. The kind that smoked all day long and had shit for ambition. Sure, it was cool in the beginning but Alice believed he was 'The One.' He had a free ride with her, being able to live pretty comfortable without much of a job; he was nineteen turning three and lived with a group of boys exactly like him.

Who needed a boyfriend with ambition when your parents basically shat money? Why have ambition when your girlfriend handed you a get out of jail free card every time you fucked up or needed something?

Leaving Alice's was never the chore that leaving mine was. Alice's parents were oddly fine with their eighteen year old daughter going to party's and more than chilled out about her drinking. At first, I found that weird because the Chief never so much as let me sip from a glass of wine at the family barbecues until I learned that Mr Brandon had been pretty much raised in London, where the legal age was eighteen, and only asked that she call them to pick her up when the party was over if there was no one sober around to do it.

Did I mention that Alice was one lucky fucker?

"Here," Alice said as she settled in the drivers side of her mustard yellow Porsche, flicking the cord that would connect my phone to the car. "Put something decent on, no bloody Debussy, either. Ohh, I like this one."

"Its impossible not to like 'this one,'" I said rolling my eyes as the sound of Jake Bugg Two fingers began to play. Sure, he wasn't well known but there was just something about the guys voice and the relaxed vibe his songs just oozed that drew me to his music.


Twenty minutes later we were pulling the car park not ten yards from the beach; there was only a few spots left and the drunk teens loitering around their cars brought out the nasty side of Alice, a fucking terrifying sight when she was behind the wheel.

La Push was the Native Indian Reservation on the coast, though it was nothing like what a beach should look like, beaches should be sunny, with a clear, calm ocean and warm sand but it was all Forks had. Wet and dreary, with stormy grey waters that beat against the cliffs and sand that was never crisp and dry. La Push had wonders that made the beach charming despite its lack of sunshine, like the tide pools and the blue green driftwood fires and over the years, I had found it to be the perfect place to go whale watching. It was at its best during the month of June when the Quileute tribe held their traditional festival something that the Chief had forced me and Emmett to attend every year.

Seeing the distant blue flames and the cluster of people around them set my heart racing in nerves and we weren't even out of the fucking car. Get a grip, you wuss.

"Are you coming, or just going to sit there and look like you're preparing to have a sit down dinner with Satan?" Alice asked teasingly. I flipped her the bird, which she laughed at and I flung the door open before I chickened out.

Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck! It was cold. Cold air shot into the warm car and goose bumps rose on my skin and for a split second, I was worried about getting hypothermia before shrugging it off and vowing to stick to the fires that were flickering in the distance. At least if I got sick I could stare at the doc. Sliver lining, people.

We were not even half way towards the specks of blue and green flames on the beach before you could hear the music and see the congregation of drunk people. Almost everyone I knew from Forks High, and a few I recognized from previous La Push gatherings were clustered around, in various stages of intoxication. At our approach a few cat whistles and calls rang out as we headed straight for the biggest of the fires where the drinks would be.

Garrett never spent much money on these nights, a lot of the time using fold up tables to hold the liquor that everyone else supplied and the music equipment that Riley Beers controlled with an iron fist. You would think that in such a small town that the cops would've broken it up by now but this was as exciting as it got here and they knew it. I also gave the Chief no reason to think I was here, drinking illegally. Alice had me covered there, having cornered him on his way out of the house this morning. Like always, Alice had him in the palm of her hand.

Suddenly, Alice squealed and grabbed my arm before dragging me in away from the much need alcohol. Yanking my hand back, I snapped at her. "I'm not a fucking rag doll, Alice!"

"I was gonna ask if you were okay but I can see that your completely fine." Angela said with a laugh, allowing herself to be attacked by the pixy. Seriously, someone needed to teach the girl boundaries. Angela was the one person I ran to whenever I needed peace and quiet. She was not really a talkative person, being ten shades of fucking shy and was never one to pry if you didn't feel like talking but like Ali, she was a god send. She was the opposite to Alice's pixy height, tall and thin but pretty, I could see how she had lured Eric's eye.

"The grape vine says you two are a thing?" I grinned as I sat on the log beside Angela, taking the drink she offered quickly to me. Being the pastor's daughter, it had been breed into her to avoid such gatherings as these, with so many vices to lead her down a sinful road. It was definitely easier than having a cop for a dad, who in the past had breathalyzed me every evening for a month after a slip up.

What can I say? Don't mix drugs and alcohol, kids.

Angela blushed and I swear I nearly fucked cooed at the cuteness. She was the one friend who had never even gone on a date, to busy with school and her twin brothers to waste her time on hormonal boys seeking only one thing. Boys were never on her mind, unlike Ali and me, who had dated more than a few times, and 'dates' was a polite way of describing them.

Seriously, I needed to brush myself off and climb back on the horse. Jake-fucking-Who?

"By grape vine, you mean Alice?" She asked not sounding surprised at all. Alice had the decency to look sheepish. "It's alright, you're not the first to ask. Lauren almost had a field day over the news."

I winced, Angela was one of Lauren's favorite targets and I could not imagine her being nice about it, especially as Angela's lack of boyfriends was something Lauren and her gaggle of friends liked to rip her about. Lauren was one those typical girls with too much popularity and not enough brains, the kind that was nothing more than a good lay and would likely be bundled with a brat or two before she was twenty. She had tried the same shit on me, only for it to backfire quickly. That had been the first time I fooled around with someones boyfriend as revenge.

"We need details, Ang!" Alice whined, almost bouncing where she sat.

With Angela, the story was always short and apparently, their romance had started out pretty tame, as expected, in the schools paper room, over the schools newspaper. Cue awww.

"How are you?" She asked once she was done talking and squinted at me. She had that mother hen look on her, a look she gave me far too much for my liking. Sometimes I wondered if she was spending too much time with the twins because she could read me easier than anyone I knew and always tried to steer me in the right direction even if it was useless. Which most of the time it fucking was. "Tyler says Dr Cullen seemed unsure about letting you home?"

"Did he?" That threw me. He had said no such thing to me, only to take it easy and come back if I felt dizzy. I hadn't but I could rest tomorrow, whilst recovering from a awful hangover. "I'm fine, Tyler didn't even hit me. Hell, I could kiss the boy. Have you seen Dr Cullen?"

Angela laughed, shook her head, leaning back into Eric, who was in another world talking Ben Cheney about some new movie that was hitting the theaters.

"I have, my dad personally invited him to our parish," I choked on my beer - at least I thought it was beer - Angela rolled her eyes at her fathers behavior. Alice, who had only met Mr Webber once or twice, leaned forward eagerly. "I know, right? I could've died when he asked or give up my chance at the pearly gates to turn back time and club him over the head just to stop him."

I laughed. It made the Chief's stand off look like a walk in the park. I could imagine Mr Webber doing exactly what she said, every time I went around, he questioned my absence at his Sunday services, which had started out innocent and infrequent, being tired and hung over from the night before to an all out abandonment of the parish and their god. When once my Sunday mornings started with the Chief banging on my bedroom door to join the family in worship, they now started with a wonderfully quiet house, coffee, bacon and Nicktoons. No judging allowed here, Nicktoons was a needed hangover cure.

Did I care if I would get into heaven and all that jazz when I was dead and gone? Not really. Knowing my chances, prayer and Sunday service would help me very little. I was as sinful as they came and a major fuck up.

Suddenly I was hit with a brilliant, genius idea, as if a fucking light bulb lit up above my head like something out of Sponge Bob Square Pants and the hoe in me prepared her slut dance. This was my opportunity, if Dr Cullen was a religious buff, and attended the parish I could, maybe, find some way to get his attention.

I wanted back on the horse, didn't I? Who better than a fuck-me-side-ways doctor?

Sure, it wasn't ideal but it was better than the alternatives, risk the chance of waiting until fate had me requiring medical attention, which if I looked back on yesterday told me that I had little hope of succeeding, or stalk his Facebook until I summoned a lick of courage and sent him a friends request.

Jesus, even in my mind that sounded juvenile. He's thirty one for crying out loud, idiot. I was dreaming that he would even look my way. Deluded more like.

Gods, I was fucked up.

"Is he joining your parish? Coz if there is one guy who could drag my ass out of bed and back into that place, its Dr Cullen." I inquired eagerly. The hoe in me paused in wait for Angela's answer, pom poms at the ready and tissues and ice cream on hold if it was bad news. Alice was the dream buster, or Mystic Alice was.

"That wouldn't work but I have an idea on what might draw his eye but first, we should find Garrett."

"Why? Will he think of some brilliant plan for me to fuck Cullen?" Angela blinked, shocked and Alice laughed, her bell like voice ringing.

"No but he will have weed and my spidey senses are saying you need that shit tonight, preferably before you drink." She gave me a long look and I knew this was her way of trying to escape Angela to go find out if her boyfriend was still smashed. I sighed, knowing she would worry until she actually saw him. I didn't need her freaky gift to know she was going to be disappointed.

"Garrett was over there," Angela said timidly, blushing red and suddenly avoiding Alice's eyes, pointing over to the drinks.

"Drunk?" I offered with a glance at Alice.

"Well, er, yes, a bit."

"You mean a lot," Alice sighed. Resisting the urge to poke the dragon and remind her that we were here to have fun, I offered Alice a weak smile and offered her the remainder of my drink.

"Ali, lets just have a drink, chill your head before you go looking like a crazy girlfriend. You know he hates that shit."

"Talk about crazy, at least I haven't done half the shit you've done." She sniped with a look of frustration. It was a low blow and she knew it but before I could get offended, her lips twitched and I knew that she was joking. Fucking bitch.

"Your such a bitch."

"And you love me for it, so shush. C'mon, lets get pissed." She downed the drink quickly and jumped to her feet, her mood flipping like a light switch and pulled me to my feet. Looping her arm through mine, and with one last glance in the direction Angela had pointed, we went to grab some drinks, with the intent of coercing Angela into a few drinking games.