A/N: Here's the second chapter of Sweet Child of Mine. Get ready to meet Edward. Yay! I have a feeling the first few chapters are going to be short and probably boring because they're setting up for all the things to come. I hope I get some reviews today! Please help a girl out!

I do not own Twilight or its characters. Stephanie Meyers does. Not copyright infringement is intended.

BPOV
I awoke around 10 am on Sunday, and when I get down the stairs after my shower to grab something to eat, I was greeted, once again by a smiling Charlie. It wasn't his I'm-glad-you're-here-to-stay smile from yesterday, but one that suggested he was anticipating something. I eyed him suspiciously as I grabbed a Pop Tart from the pantry, and sat down at the kitchen table across from him. He kept glancing up from his newspaper to see if I was done.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" I asked.

"No, I just have something I want to show you. Sorry, I'm not trying to scare you or anything."

"You're not scaring me. What do you wanna show me?"

"Follow me. It's in the garage."

Oh lord. Last I remember that garage was a huge jumbled mess of fishing rods, and old furniture. This can't be good. Before we reached the door of the garage, Charlie made me cover my eyes and tested me by asking a short series of ridiculous questions like 'how many fingers am I holding up.' I heard the door open, and then Charlie took my hand and led me through the doorway. I was nervous because of how clumsy I was with my vision, let alone when I couldn't see, but as I was about to say something, Charlie stopped and told me to open my eyes.

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I came face to face with a truck. It was old, but it was awesome. I turned to Charlie and he said, "It's yours."

I stared at him for a couple moments in disbelief. He was supposed to help me with getting a car, not actually get it.

Charlie opened the driver's side door and motioned for me to climb in, so I did. As I put my hands on the wheel, things just felt right. For the first time in the past few days, I didn't feel sad or distant, I just felt right.

"I know it might not have been your first choice, but Billy gave me a great deal, and it just looked like it would fit you well. If you don't like it—"

I cut him off, "I love it. It's so cool. Thanks, Dad."

Charlie smiled at me with warmth in his eyes. He obviously liked that I called him dad instead of Charlie.

After a few minutes of watching me sit in the truck, Charlie spoke.

"Why don't you take it for a ride," he said. "You need to get a feel for the town anyway. You know, find out where the school is, and the hang outs and stuff. Just go explore. It's already all gassed up and ready to go."

With one last thank you to Charlie, he tossed me the key and the engine roared to life. That sound just made me realize that Forks could actually feel like home.

I did as Charlie said. Since school would be starting tomorrow, I wanted to get a feel for the drive, so I drove a few minutes and happened upon the school. It was good to know that I could wake up a little late and still be able to make it to school on time. That calmed my nerves about starting a new school a little. Since I found the school quickly, I decided to just drive around the small town. There were the usual small shops: a sporting goods store, a grocery store, and a few places to eat. About ten minutes into my drive, I found some comfort in Forks, something familiar and comforting to me: the library.

There were a few cars in the parking lot, so I decided they were probably opened. I pulled my truck into a spot, grabbed my purse, and walked through doors. Inside, the library was spacious and smelled of books. That immediately put me at ease. A familiar smell always helps me in a stressful situation; I'm not quite sure why. I started to browse the literature section, when I noticed a room with large tables and shelves upon shelves of large books lining the walls from floor to ceiling. There was also a computer in the corner of the room, and a white board on one wall. Intrigued, I walked into the room to find out what the purpose was. When I was about to pull a book called The Unabridged History of Forks, Washington, someone else entered the room, so I turned to see who it was—not that I'd know anyone yet. I almost gasped at how beautiful this boy was. He was tall—around 6'2"—with a skin tone almost as pale as mine. His hair was messy, but perfect, and the strangest, most beautiful bronze color. His eyes were friendly, but had a hint of confusion in their green depths. He obviously was confused because he'd never seen me here before, so I worked up enough courage to speak.

"I'm Bella. I just moved in yesterday," I said weakly as I extended my hand toward him.

He took my hand and shook it politely, "Chief Swan's daughter?" I nodded, and he continued, "I'm Edward Cullen, and I'm the genealogy assistant here."

"Genealogy? Is that what this room is for? That's cool. I've always wanted to do it, but I could never find the right resources in Phoenix…not when my family was based here."

"Well, if you need help getting started, I can show you the ropes, if you'd like," the bronze-haired god said, and I was so focused on watching his mouth form the words that I almost forgot to respond.

"Uh, yeah. Since I don't really know what I'm doing, I guess I should try to get a tutorial or something."

"Ok. Well, we're closing in, like, five minutes, so how about tomorrow after school?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll need something to look forward to during school. I hate having to start a new school and having no friends."

"Well, consider me a friend then. That way you have someone to sit with at lunch at least. I mean, if you want."

"Yeah, that'd be great. That's the scariest part of not knowing anyone, trying to find someone for lunch. Are you sure you don't mind me barging in like that though?" Oh my god, I'm rambling. He probably thinks I'm a total moron!

"I don't mind one bit. But I have to go close up, so I'll see you tomorrow morning?"

"Yes. Tomorrow morning. And after school, too. Bye, Edward."

"Good bye, Bella."

As I got into my truck, I wanted to hit my head on the steering wheel. Why was I being so nervous? Why did I ramble like that? Ugh. I drove back to the house and went inside to find Charlie watching a baseball game in the living room. I did dishes, and realized it was almost supper time, so I decided to make a quick dinner and get to bed because tomorrow was going to be a long, long day.

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Heather (onemoretimeplz)