Disclaimer: I don't own twilight. Big surprise…
A/N: Hey guys, I stared a new story. I'm not stopping the other one, but this one is MUCH longer, WAY better written, and is A LOT more planned out. Review if you like it, I already have the first bunch of chapters written so updates will be fairly often. Enjoy!
Chapter One- Bella's POV (age six)
It was summertime and I was at Charlie's house again. Since I can remember my momma and Charlie lived in two different houses. Charlie was in Forks and Momma was in Phoenix. Charlie's house was cold and rainy and Mommas was warm and soft, but Momma said I had to visit my father every year for a month. It's not that I didn't like Charlie, I just didn't like Forks.
"Bella, honey, come here!" Charlie called from the kitchen.
I sighed and put down the pencil I had been doodling with. I pushed the wooden chair away from my large desk and it scraped against the floor. Standing up slowly, I made my way into the hall. When I reached the top of the landing, I cautiously stepped down the first stair. I fell down a lot on stairs and my momma told me to be careful. I ran my hand across the glossy coat of the railing. It was so smooth under my fingers, I wanted to run my hands up and down it but my arms were short and I would have to take more steps down to do so.
"Bells, come on!" he called again.
"I'm coming," I yelled softly back.
Taking two more steps, I ran my hand across the soft wood again and laughed gently. It was such a nice feeling. Forgetting to be careful, I began to walk down the stairs faster so I could run my fingertips across the banister without stopping. I made it to the bottom three steps, miraculously without falling, when my foot caught on seemingly nothing and I began to tumble forward.
"Whoa!" Charlie huffed, catching me just before I hit the ground. "Careful, now. You okay, kid?" he asked, standing me up on my feet and putting his hands on my shoulders to keep me balanced.
"Yes," I whispered, blushing fiercely and looking down at my feet, "Thank you for saving me."
He laughed and swooped me up into the air, carrying me to the kitchen table while I giggled the whole time.
"That was fun!" I exclaimed as he set me down in a chair. He bent down on his knees so his face was just inches below mine.
"Do you remember my friend, Dr Carlisle?" he asked. I shook my head so he continued, "He lives just across the street. He has some children, too, and we're going over there to say 'hi', alright?"
"Is he mean?" I asked. Lauren Mallory in second grade said that Doctors were bad.
"No, of course not. Why would you say that?" he chuckled.
"Because he's a doctor." I said as if it were obvious.
"Don't worry, he's not really a doctor when he's at home." He explained.
"Oh." I said, still confused. "Like when your home, your not a policeman?" I asked.
"Sure, like that. You can play with his sons. They're about your age. Emmet and Edwin, I think."
"Are they doctors, too?"
"No, they're just kids, like you." He laughed, standing up and offering me his hand.
I was still scared. Lauren Mallory said that boys have cooties, whatever they are, and Lauren Mallory knows everything. She's in Second grade.
He pulled me along to the house beside ours and knocked sharply on the door. I grabbed tiny fistfuls of his pant legs and ducked my head behind him. I heard footsteps behind the door and it swung open.
"Charlie, It's good to see you." A deep voice greeted us, and Charlie moved closer to shake his hand, revealing me form my hiding spot.
"Carlisle, this is my Daughter, Bella. Bella, say 'hello'," he commanded.
I looked up at the doctor. He had blond hair that was slicked back and small glasses on the end of his nose. His eyes were a brilliant green and they sparkled in the light. He was smiling down at me.
"Hello there, Bella" he chuckled as I flushed a deep red.
"Hi," I squeaked and ducked for cover behind Charlie's leg again. They both laughed and we walked in.
The house was mostly the same as Charlie's, but this one was taken care of much better. The floors were wooden and glossy and there were colorful rugs all around the furniture. The doctor led us through his home and out into the back patio. There was a friendly looking woman out in the garden. She had beautiful caramel hair and was wearing a small white apron over a flower patterned dress. She came over and introduced herself as Esme.
"Hello there, dear. That dress is a charming colour on you," she smiled warmly and I looked down at the light blue dress I had on. I whispered a quiet 'thanks' and covered my face with my hands to hide the deep red tat was flooding my cheeks. These people had a knack for making me blush.
"Esme, where are the boys?" asked Charlie sitting down in the patio set with the doctor.
"They're in the Kitchen, having their lunch." She turned to me, "Would like some, too, Bella? We have fresh lemonade."
I nodded and followed her back into the house, regretting leaving the safety of my father's presence. She took me into a big kitchen with a nice little island in the middle. There were four stools around the island and two boys sitting in them eating sandwiches. The first boy was big and looked older than me. He seemed to be very strong and had curly black hair with the same soft, brown eyes that Esme had.
His brother, beside him, had the most curious red-orange hair. He looked more my age and had a few light freckles across his cheeks. His eyes were the same emerald green as his father's and were staring widely at me. I blushed yet again and looked up to Esme who was pouring me some lemonade.
"Boys, this is Chief Swan's daughter, Bella. She'll be living next door for a month or so and I want you three to play nicely." She warned, handing me my glass and motioning for me to sit next to the bigger boy. "Introduce yourselves and when your finished eating you can go play in the yard. I'll be in the front garden if you need me, Bella." She directed the last part at me.
Once she was gone, the big one got up and put his plate on the counter.
"I'm Emmet," he declared proudly, "I'm eight years old and I'm not scared of no girls."
The other boy, who hadn't looked away from me yet, shot Emmet a mean look.
"I'm Edward. I'm seven, as of last month and I'm sorry about my brother." He apologized.
"That's ok. I'm Bella. I'll be seven, too, when school starts and I'm living with Charlie for the summer." I said quietly, not taking my eyes off of Edward. His eyes were piercing me, he seemed so interesting. I wished I was braver, like Momma. She can talk to boys easy, but I'm too scared.
"Who's Charlie?" asked Emmet, raising an eyebrow.
"My Daddy," I explained, giggling. I wondered how he could move his eyebrows like that.
"Well, why don't you call him Dad?" asked Edward. He had a soft voice. It was like Esme's, but his was more boyish.
"I'm s'possed to, but I don't. I usually live far away, with my Momma so I hardly ever see him."
"Oh, like Alice's parents. They don't live together no more either, remember Ed?" asked Emmet, looking at Edward.
"Yeah, I know… Let's go out and play!" he changed the subject, much to my relief. I didn't like talking about this, especially to people I didn't know, and I think he could tell. Emmet led us out into the back where Charlie and the doctor were still sitting. Edward held back a little and walked beside me. I thought he was still staring at me, but every time I looked over he was gazing at his feet.
Emmet marched into a shed near the back, pulling Edward in with him.
"No girls! I'm just grabbing some stuff, you wait here." He called over his shoulder, shutting the door.
That was rude. What was in there that a girl couldn't see? It looked just like any other shed. I sighed and leaned against the nearest tree. Boys were weird. I heard shuffling from inside the shed and hushed voices. I moved closer.
"I don't wanna hang out with a girl. She can't play football with us or nothin'." Emmet's voice whispered.
"Mum said we had to play nice." Edward reminded him, "And besides, she's nice. I like her." I blushed a little. It seemed like all I was doing today was blushing.
"Yeah, she's pretty I guess, but I don't think she'd be good at sports. She'll drag us down." Emmet seemed really mean to me. He was right though, I couldn't play sports very well.
"Whatever," Edward hissed back, "I'm going to play with her."
I stepped back and over to the tree before the boys could hit me with the door. Edward stumbled out and walked over to me. He looked up at the sky.
"Looks like it's not gona rain today, so we'll just play tag, ok?" he asked as Emmet came out, not holding the equipment he had said he was getting.
"Um, alright." I said nervously. I had tripped just going down the stairs today, how could I possibly chase someone?
Emmet volunteered me to be 'it' first, so I counted to five to give them a start.
"One… Two… Three-four-five!" I said in a rush and they took off, bolting towards the other end of the yard. I could tell they were both faster than me, but I ran after them anyways. They split up, each going the opposite way. I paused for a moment, deciding which one to chase. I chose Edward, because his legs weren't as long as Emmet's and I had more of a chance.
I sped after him, laughing as he looked back over his shoulder to see me hot on his tail. His face was soft and his eyes melted as he stared at me. I lost my footing, it was bound to happen anyway, and crashed to the ground. The grass was damp under me and I knew I had just stained my dress. I groaned, but when I lifted me head I saw Edward crouched in front of me, looking concerned.
"Gosh! Are you okay, Bella?" he gasped, moving closer.
"Yeah, I'm okay- Hang on," I sat up and stretched out my legs in front of me. There was a shallow cut just above my knee and it was slowly oozing a drop of blood.
"Uh oh," I closed my eyes and flopped back onto the ground.
"Bella? I'm going to go get Dad. He's a doctor, don't worry." He dashed off to the house before I could answer.
It didn't hurt, not really. I had hurt myself a lot worse before, but I couldn't stand blood and I didn't even want to sit up. Sure enough, I soon heard quick footsteps approaching and Charlie pulled me up so I was sitting again.
"You alright?" he asked.
I opened my eyes and sighed. "Yeah, it's not bad, but it's bleeding." I made a gagging sound and I could hear Emmet laughing.
"I'm going to have to clean it, can you come into the washroom with me?" asked the doctor. I nodded and stood up, but almost lost my balance again. Before I could fall, an arm wrapped around my waist and caught me. I turned around and saw Edward holding me steady.
"Thanks," I said, blushing a little. I needed to stop embarrassing myself!
He let go of my waist, but grabbed my hand and followed Carlisle into the house. After I was cleaned and bandaged, Edward and I played twenty questions. I didn't see Emmet again for the rest of the day, and for that I was grateful.
"Is it a Truck?" he asked. Dang, he was good.
"Yeah." I giggled. He leaned in a little closer, staring intently at me. I turned red again and looked away.
"Bella! It's time to go now." Charlie called from the front room.
"I have to go now…" I said to Edward, sighing and standing up. My dress was dirty now anyway, and I needed to change.
He nodded and took my hand again, leading me to the door. We stopped when we the front room, where Charlie was saying his goodbyes to Carlisle.
"You'll come back again soon, right?" he asked.
"Mhmm," I nodded, "Goodbye, Thank you for the Lemonade Esme."
"Oh, you're welcome. Bye dear." She waved.
"Goodbye, Edward"
"Goodbye, Bella." He said, releasing my hand. I looked into his bright eyes again before I turned to follow Charlie back home.
Summer with Charlie was looking a lot brighter now, even for Forks.
A/N: What do you think? I like the next chapter better, but this one is kinda cute If you liked it, please review. Input is greatly appreciated. And if you can think of a title, I will be forever in your dept. Untitled Twilight Fanfic One, though it makes me laugh, isn't very creative.
Please excuse any grammar mistakes.