This is one of my first fanfics, but the first one I have published. Please have patience, I will try and update as fast as I can. The first couple of chapters will probably be T but it will turn into an M in later Chapters. Thanks all for reading my first Fic. A/U A/H OOC

Jeselia Xox

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"Hello, Edward Cullen speaking… Oh, Hey Alice… Did you see the house? Yes, I'm sure that's the one… I'll be there tomorrow night… I've got to go, Alice… I'll talk to you later; give Mom and Dad a hug from me. Bye Alice." My name is Edward Cullen, as you have just read by the conversation I had with my older sister, Alice. Well, I suppose you're wondering what the conversation was about. Obviously it was about a house, but what about it? Well, it was about the house to which I moved to from Chicago. The house was in a dreary little town called Forks. I used to visit my parents there every summer when I was in Chicago at Boarding School. It was the house everyone wanted, yet no one could have it. The owner never sold it and never wanted to sell it, until now. Billy Black lived in La Push down on the Quileute Reservation with a house in Forks for his family to live in when he died. Unfortunately, he didn't have any children so he kept it. Carlisle, my father, called Billy and told him that I wanted the house and would buy it from him for a large amount of money. Of course, Billy wanted the money to go to charity, 'seeing as I'm dyin' anyways' were his direct words. So that's how I became the proud owner of the house in Forks, which everyone wanted. I sighed and looked out the window of my 21st story office; saying goodbye to the city life and hello to the small town life. I collected the papers scattered on my desk and shut down my laptop. When I walked out of my office, I told my assistant, Jessica, she could go.

"Good luck, Mr. Cullen. Everyone will miss you, especially me. It's been an honour working with you." I slung my laptop bag over my shoulder and shook her hand.

"Good luck with your future, Jess." I pushed the button for the elevator and waited. When the doors opened I pressed the button for the garage. The trip was slow and really annoying. I can't see why they have really annoying elevator music. Why can't they have a radio or something in there? I breathed a sigh of relief when my Volvo came into view. I jumped into the leather seats and started the engine. I quickly pulled out of the office garage and sped toward my apartment. I stopped at the curb and ran inside to change out of my suit and into my jeans and my Ramones T-shirt. My cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Tanya. I sighed and pushed ignore, not wanting to put up with her crap. I wrote people a quick note, no one, except my family and my office, knew I was leaving. Hopefully, Tanya would not come over before I leave. I really don't want to have this conversation where she can slap, scratch or gouge my eyes out and shove them so far up my ass I can see myself eat. I made sure my bags were packed and sitting by the front door before going to the kitchen and grabbing my snacks for the drive. I looked around my apartment once more before grabbing my bags and heading out into the warm September evening.