Hi there!

Thanks to my fabulous and amazing beta Dolphin62598! Seriously she has her work cut out for her, I have no idea when to use a comma vs a semicolon and usually night in the middle of the night so deciphering my words can be a bitch :)

This probably would have been posted earlier but I was visiting my favorite MoDunk in Halifax then came home to my whiny, clingy two year old son who wouldn't let me eat, shower or edit!

Twilight isn't mine but this is.

Enjoy!

"I'm Dr. Cullen," the insanely beautiful brownish, reddish haired doctor said. His voice was smooth and sexy; he could totally do voiceovers or something. I stupidly held my hand out to shake his, but was left

hanging while he looked over my chart. "Why don't you tell me what happened."

He had just read my file; I wanted to be my usual sarcastic self but was so dazzled by his hotness when he finally looked down at me. He was somehow more handsome up-close, all tall and thin but not lanky

and looked so young. When our eyes met, there was something there behind those intense golden eyes. He was really looking at me, studying my face like maybe he thought he knew me from somewhere. I had

been a patient in this hospital more times than I could count; Dr. Cullen was definitely new here.

"I fell down three steps and sliced my arm open," I answered, omitting my consumption of alcohol and drugs because that had nothing to do with my arm.

"And how much did you have to drink?" His eyes kept meeting mine as I lied about my intake for the night. His stare did funny things to my already queasy stomach; it was like butterflies were trying to break out.

"Isabella, you can't ever be sure what someone gives you," he said in a reprimanding tone as he walked over to me, kind of looking like he was going to vomit.

My mouth hung open, completely speechless I never mentioned taking anything. Jessica might have but I denied it when the nurse was taking my vitals.

"I didn't," I lied, not needing the lecture. I knew Tyler, why wouldn't I trust him? Everyone at school went to him for shit.

"Dilated pupils, unable to focus, trouble recalling small details, all signs pointing to intoxication." He didn't put gloves on as he looked over my arm. His hands were like ice, soothing the throbbing pain better than

the ice pack I was given earlier. "You're going to need a few stitches and will be in some pain once you come down from whatever you're not on."

The way he emphasized all condescendingly that I was on something was starting to piss me off. If my brain wasn't running at half speed, I would have told him where to shove it but it was so I settled for my

signature bitchface as Angela refers to it. He ignored my glares, leaving the room without a word, although I swear a saw him grin for like three seconds.

Dr. Cullen came back a few minutes later, followed by a nurse pushing a tray. She was in and out of the room quickly, seeming very nervous around the doctor but I totally understood. It must have been hard to

be that close to the prettiness and not be a ball of nerves. He smiled again briefly, it would have been nice if he was actually pleasant and smiled at me before he came at me with whatever scary looking thing he

picked up. He didn't smile but did try to explain everything as he went. I was too nauseas to care.

Trying to take my mind of the slight tugging sensation on my arm, I looked around the room but was drawn back to him. He looked almost uncomfortable as I felt; maybe he hated blood and the rusty smell as

much as I did. I swear on my favorite hoodie that he had only taken five breaths since he walked in the room. I counted two minutes and thirty-nine seconds before he took another breath that had to be

unnatural. Just as that thought left my mind, he started breathing at a more regular pace.

"If blood skeeves you out so much you might be in the wrong field," I said breaking the quiet.

"Is that so?" He asked actually smirking at me.

"It is, maybe you should switch to psychiatry or podiatry."

"I think I can survive," he said with a wide smile. I liked his smile, too bad he didn't do it more often, he looked so cute and young.

The more I looked the more I realized that he was definitely young.

If I had to guess, he was like twenty-three or four, maybe twenty-five but that was really pushing it. Didn't doctors have to go to school for like ten years, how the fuck was he a doctor? He was probably like the

TV doctor, the teenage one, Doogie something. That kid was like fifteen and a doctor. Dr. Doogie Cullen, I couldn't imagine Dr, Cullen staring in a TV show. He had no personality and was kinda rude as far as I

could tell; good looks only got you so far. He laughed out of nowhere for a second even though neither of us said anything.

"Is that your natural hair color?" He asked as looking down at me, no longer laughing. I instinctively twirled a piece of my dyed blond hair between two fingers and shook my head. "Your natural color looks far

better with your complexion."

Was this guy serious right now? Who was that blatantly rude? Aren't there rules about doctor patient respect or whatever, He was seriously working my nerves and really fucking up my high. He didn't even have

any idea what my real hair color was and everyone loved blondes. I wanted to tell him that what a dickwad he was and that he could take that thread and needle and sew his fucking mouth shut.

"Not everyone, but duly noted," he said under his breath, still stitching up my arm.

I think he just talked to himself. Who was everyone and what was duly noted?

So not only was he crazy cute, but he was also a little crazy or maybe a lot.

Aside from a few more random laugh cough cover-up things, I was all fixed up. I had a huge ass bandage going down my arm I looked kinda badass. Badass Bella, I could totally come up with a few crazy stories

about how I got all bandaged up.

"Alright Isabella, you're all set. I'm giving you a prescription for two days worth of Vicodin and instructions on how to prevent infection and clean the area. Shouldn't be too much longer." Dr. Cullen said and turned

to the counter, filling out my chart. I didn't need the instructions; once upon a time, I was crazy clumsy and made frequent trips to the ER with my nanny.

I nodded, reaching for my phone for the first time; I felt a burning, throbbing pain shoot up my arm. I hoped like hell that Angela would be sober enough to pick me up; I didn't have enough money for a cab and

was exhausted. I was greeted by a less than peppy grunt.

"Hey, you awake?" I asked quietly. I didn't need the already rude, intrusive and way too opinionated doctor listening in on my conversation. She sounded exhausted, yawning twice but was awake and felt good

enough to drive. "I should be able to leave soon."

"Okay I'll leave in a few, meet you outside?" Angela asked with another yawn. I felt her pain; my body was drained and was begging for a week's worth of sleep.

"Yup. Hey, do you have any," I wasn't sure how to say weed without saying it in front of Dr. Cullen. "Anything to smoke?" I knew from many past rolls that smoking a little would help take the edge off as my mind

started to clear; I really could have used it an hour ago.

"Ahhh let me check." I heard her pushing stuff around, most likely in her top drawer. Yup, I do."

"Great so I'll see you in a bit." We hung up as the doctor turns back to me, irritation all over his face. I was over his up and down moods.

"Who's coming to pick you up?" Dr. Cullen asked looking almost angry, it couldn't have been with me. I was practically the perfect patient he was the rude one.

"My friend, Angela."

"The young lady who left you alone at a party? You need better friends." His tone was so condescending and he was being an asshole, an unbelievably handsome asshole. Wait, how in the fuck did he know that?

"You need a better bedside manner," I huffed out when I really wanted to shout 'newsflash douche bag doctor, good looks don't give you the right to act like a motherfucker'.

"Regardless, it's going to be awhile," he announced before turning for the door. Didn't he just say I was good to go? I swear this doctor was totally fucking with my head, talking back to my thoughts and shit.

Knowing all the shit I took tonight, without me admitting it.

"Doog, the stitches are done," I yelled before he left my room.

"Isabella, you hit your head and need a cat scan." He was talking to me like I was mentally retarded. I was definitely coming down but this wasn't my normal paranoia. I definitely didn't tell him I hit my head and I

know, I didn't mention Angela at all.

"I'm fine." I wasn't above arguing to get out of here and closer to a comfy bed.

"We can just keep you here until a parental guardian is reached."

Well fuck, if I had to choose between ten cat scans and Charlie picking me up at four-thirty in the morning, I would choose the cat scan every time. I didn't miss his patronizing grin as I nodded and called Angela

back.

After an hour and a half, a cat scan and another call to Angela, I was finally given the go ahead to go home. But not without a stern warning about underage drinking and excessive drug use by Dr. Asshole.

We smoked with the window down, I felt so relaxed and sleepy. Angela had to practically carry me up the stairs and change my out of my dirty pajamas. We crawled into her bed, curling up next to each other.

She was so warm and smelled so good I loved her so much. I wanted to tell her all about Ben, his lap and the doctor but was too tired to speak. I went to sleep with Dr. Cullen's face plastered in my brain, the

way he clenched up every time he came into my room, the way he answered my unasked questions. He was this strange and beautiful mystery and starred in my dreams.

"Bella, get up," Angela sang all cheery and upbeat after only two hours of sleep. My arm was burning and so tender. I could have stayed in bed all day but it was Sunday and church was mandatory. I groaned for

a solid minute before rolling off her bed and wobbling to the bathroom. My head was pounding; it was like the worst hangover over but worse. My reflection in the mirror was hideous; my hair was a rat's nest,

major bags under my eyes. Thank god for make up or I would have never heard the end of it from Renee, she was all about appearances.

To the outside, we were the picture perfect family, the happily married couple who put family and values first. Blah, blah, blah we were so not that. Renee was a very successful photographer based out of Seattle

and rarely spent more than a day at home. Charlie was the county sheriff, on his third term who spent more time with his secretary Heidi than with my mom. Then there was me, the straight A student in all AP

courses, who showed up to school everyday, disrespected her parents whenever the chance presented itself and never tried a drug I didn't love. We were so far from the idyllic family, but what the voters didn't

know didn't hurt them, that was Charlie's motto.

I splashed water on my face, brushed my teeth with Ang's toothbrush and took four of her Zanax because I felt like it.

I thought nothing of stripping down to my bra and panties and walking back into her room, we were totally open with each other. She was still sitting at her desk with her hair pulled up into a French twist, putting

on light eye shadow and pale lip gloss. I sat in her lap, facing her and took her mascara, applying it to her lashes.

"You're so skinny and pretty," Angela whispered with a sly smile as her thumbs rubbed little circles on my hipbones. Our minty, just brushed breath mixed together as she put her lip gloss on my 'perfect lips'. She

told me to turn around, keeping her hand on my waist as I moved. Her touch always sent shiver through me but relaxed me at the same time. She kissed my bandaged arm and brushed my hair, pulling back to

show off my 'pretty cheekbones'.

I watched my best friend in the mirror as she touched and took care of me, like she always did. My head was already a bit blurry from the pills as Angela slipped her plain beige dress over my head and pulled my

black cardigan over my hurt arm. I sighed as her tanned hands moved up and down my pale legs while she rubbed her vanilla and strawberry scented lotion on. I didn't even like the smell but it remind her of her

mom. I always wore it. She slipped on my black mary janes, telling me how much she loved me, that I was her only friend, that she was sorry for last night.

Her touching me and helping me get ready wasn't new; it was her way of apologizing. Lately it felt like she was always making up for something. Angela held my hand as she drove us across town to the simple

but beautiful church. She always looked so sad and lonely, even if I was right there. I would have done anything to make her smile.

I spotted my parents chatting away with a town selectman and his wife Mrs. Cope, the school secretary. Angela always saved us a spot up front but needed to go in and help her dad set up, I would have rather

been arranging cookies on a tray with her than talking to my parents but it was just one day a week for a few hours, I could manage.

Renee spotted me and waved me over, looking happy to see me; she wasn't. She was one of those moms who was only a mom because of an accidental pregnancy; she didn't have a motherly bone in her tiny

body. She was beautiful with the long, wavy, sandy brown hair and hazel eyes. The only thing I inherited from her was the crazy long legs. I had more of Charlie in my dark brown hair, eyes; so plain and generic.

On a whim, I had Angela dye my hair blond and my parents freaked. I didn't even like it but pissing them off was reason enough to keep it.

"Hi sweetie, have a fun sleepover?" Renee asked pulling me in for a hug. I nodded and said hello to Charlie and the Cope's but stayed relatively quiet until we walked in. I listened and nodded when necessary, I

didn't give a shit about the upcoming election, Charlie had it in the bag as usual.

"Come to Seattle next weekend, we can go shopping for school clothes," Renee asked, sitting down in the pew next to me. Angela was already seated and just smiled at me; she knew how phony my mother

was.

"School started last week Mrs. Swan," she said sweetly. I loved how cool Ang played it while shutting my mother down.

"For fall clothes then, you know you want new boots," she was trying to bribe me and it was working. I loved all kinds of boots, rain, knee-highs, high heels, low heels.

"Can Angela come?"

"Of course, baby, Jessica too." While I wanted a pair of new boots, the thought of an entire day with her was just too much. We would spend the day bickering as she criticized everything I picked out or ate. My

friends tagging along meant it wouldn't be a total shitshow. "What do you say Angela, want to come to Seattle for a girl's day?"

"Sure Mrs. Swan that sounds great," Angela replied with an eye roll; Renee didn't even wait for a response.

Pastor Webber welcomed us and started the mass with prayer's calls for anyone who knew someone that needed them. Jessica joked that one day she was going to request that the congregation to pray for my

soul. She was part of the choir and we always smirked at each other when members stood, asking for positive thoughts for their sick loved ones.

Once the pastor got going he could really talk, I usually zoned out, letting my thoughts wander. And they went back to last night, probably because my arm was throbbing and I hadn't filled my prescription yet. All

I could think about was how insanely hot Dr. Cullen was and what kind of minor injury I could induce to have him treat me again. I would plan it just right, wear the sluttiest shirt I own and make him drool over

me. The more I thought about last night, the more I realized not once did the quick but unfriendly doctor look anywhere besides my arm and face. I had great boobs; Angela told me that all the time, he should

have been looking. Right then, I could feel someone watching me. I subtly turned around to scan the crowd; half of the town was here as usual.

That's when I saw him, Dr. Cullen, watching me. Our eyes locked and I was stuck just staring, he seemed to be searching for something in me. His eyes squinted; his head tilted as if he was listening for

something, getting further annoyed because he couldn't hear it. I let my eyes wander briefly to man next to him, bright blond hair parted to the side just like the doctor's. I couldn't help but I noticed the rest of

them, two girls and two guys. The six of them together were just too much pretty for one pew; seriously, they were the most beautiful people I had ever seen.

I could have stared at them for days but the doctor; he was by far the prettiest. I watched him watch me, if he could just stare so could I. Gone was the stone face from the night before. His narrowed eyes and

tight lips drew into a scowl painting his features in anger, frustration, irritation and confusion. I couldn't have looked away even if I wanted too, not that I wanted to.

Who knows how long I stared at the beautiful doctor before Angela's elbow bumped me back into reality. I turned my attention back to Mr. Webber as he wrapped up his sermon and communion was passed out.

The congregation cleared out, making their way down to the hall for coffee and baked goodies, which was my favorite thing about church.

I kept my eyes open, looking for Dr. Cullen and his pretty people but they were nowhere to be found. They weren't even outside, which figured because Charlie was a people's person and would have introduced

himself. And I would have totally been right next to him, being the perfect daughter. Charlie would brag about my greatness like he always did, I wonder what Dr. Cullen would think about that. Maybe he'd stop

with the semi death glares if he realized that I wasn't some loser druggie like he obviously thought.

Angela and I snuck away before getting roped into another brunch with the church council. That shit was so boring and I needed to get some strong ass meds in my system ASAP.

We laid low the rest of the day and night, watching reruns of Friends and eating cookie dough with her dad. Angela claimed to hate her father, forcing her to live a lie in the small Fork's spotlight but I liked him. He

smiled a lot, let her do whatever she wanted and always asked how her day was over dinner. My parents never did any of that at home, hell none of us where ever there together to even try.

My night ended with enough Vicodin to sleep until Thursday while Angela snuck out for a little one on one time with Tyler.

I drove to school alone, Angela was sick or more accurately exhausted from coming home around dawn. I think that was where we differed the most. I refused to be stuck in this shitty town around these shitty

people for the rest of my life. I went to school everyday, had the best grades and was applying to Ivy League schools. Angela was a mediocre student, but in school her shy and sweet persona made her appear

like the girl next store. I got drunk or high to have fun and feel good, not to forget everything. I wanted out and thought long term she just wanted an immediate escape.

I was in a sleepy haze all morning, even coffee from Jess didn't perk me up, but the girl sitting in my history class seat did.

I didn't listen to the school gossip because it was usually about Angela or people I didn't give a shit about. So maybe I missed the news of a new girl, but there she was in my seat.

"You're in my seat."

"Is it assigned seating?" The new girl with black hair asked looking up at me with a sarcastic grin.

There wasn't, so I let that go and took the seat next to her, huffing out 'bitch' not so quietly under my breath. What new kid in school acts like a complete bitch, apparently she didn't plan on having any friends.

I took out my notebook and a pen and pretended to doodle. I looked through my hair, trying to check out the new girl. Her long, shiny black hair was hanging down like mine, covering her face but she was

dressed like a model with leather knee high boots; I hope they were weather protected; they were too pretty to be ruined.

She didn't even so much as glance at me until our teacher assigned a group project. Suddenly new girl was all smiles and 'Hi, I'm Alice.'

Gone was the seat stealing bitch from the beginning of class as she asked to work with me. I wanted to tell her 'fuck off' but the only other person I could stand in class was Mike and he definitely wasn't talking to

me yet. He wasn't as forgiving as Jessica, most likely I would be getting the silent treatment for at least a month.

I nodded in agreement as new girl or Alice smiled at me with one of those big, toothy smiles and swore that we'd be best friends in no time. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I didn't need or want any new

friends.

I didn't try to make small talk because I hated being fake. But once the assignment was explained and we were done brainstorming ideas, she couldn't stop complaining about everything. How much she hated

Forks because it was too rainy, that there were no decent boutiques or any warm weather. All I could focus on was the fact that her boyfriend lived with her and she could bone him every night, who would allow

their daughter's boyfriend to move in? I think even Charlie cared enough to say hell no. She promised that her civil war enthusiast of a boyfriend wouldn't mind helping us with our project. And by help, she meant

write it for us, all we had to do was the poster board. I was totally down with that.

"Weren't you at church yesterday, with the new doctor?" I tried to cut her off because this girl could talk and once I had really looked at her I realized she was with my super hot doctor yesterday. She had the

same pale skin as him, the same light eyes and the same pretty. It was the only way to describe it, pretty.

"Yea, Edward, he's my uncle. Want to come over after school, so we can start this today?" I wanted to ask a million questions about her strange uncle but her short tone told me not to. I wasn't in the market for

a new friend but if I for to learn more about him, I could be open.

So Edward and Alice have finally appeared, can't wait to hear you think! My birthday is Thursday so make me feel better about getting old and I'll give you a sneak peak at the next update :)

I am loving Don't Stand So Close To Me by Elyse Gaines! Older Edward, younger Bella, hottest lemons eva. Have I convinced you yet? I thought so, now go read, review and tell her I sent ya!