What I own: A suitcase full of fucking hot stripper shoes, a gaggle of YA books, a decent and eclectic DVD collection and the bedding from the Twilight movie.

What I do not: Twilight. Despite a strong physical resemblance I am not Stephanie Meyer, I am not making any money off of this and no copyright infringement is intended.

Okay so this is totally different than anything I have ever written…. A little pink sequin plot bunny hopped into my head and wouldn't leave. I promise things are probably not going to stay how they seem. Any of my regular readers know me and KNOW that I would rather make out with a glass bottle than write cannon. Lots of love to my pre-readers Manda CullenMccartyWhitlock and IzzieYizzie. Thanks for your input babes! All the love in the world to my amazing wifey Sky Chaser, go and read her fic. Right Now. I will wait for you to come back. This has NOT been Beta'd so any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone. Reviews blow my skirt up and are rewarded with sneak peeks.

Before I left Ballakenwood I stopped at the bank and withdrew $25,000 in cash before heading to my lawyers' office and picked up all of the paperwork I needed to file for my divorce.

I left three hours later, minus $5000 but I held in my hands a thick, creamy envelope that contained the paperwork that I needed to file my divorce. I clasped at the envelope as though it would fly away if I let go.

Sliding back into my car I slipped the papers into my purse, put my sunglasses on and started my car, leaving the town I had called my home for the last 6 years. I didn't look back for an instant.

The next two weeks blurred together in a haze of mom and pop restaurants, carbon copy hotel rooms, middle of nowhere gas stations, room service trays containing local favorites and pools and hot tubs filled with squealing children and their frustrated parents. I spoke very little to anyone, aside from polite conversation with hotel clerks, friendly waitresses and gas station attendants. I answered my phone as little as possible and kept my eyes on the road.

When I had left Woodside Crossing I hadn't known exactly where I was going but somewhere between Illinois and South Dakota I figured it out. I immediately set my GPS to take me to Forks, Washington.

It was a tiny town and I had heard stories of it from my father growing up. He had been born and raised there and had nothing but good memories of the tiny, rainy town that seemed as far from the towering pines, old money mansions and rolling hills of Pennsylvania as they could be.

I smiled and pressed on the gas, watching my speedometer climb steadily until it hit 80, feeling newly energized and, for the first time in a long time, hopeful.

That evening I lay on the fluffy hotel bed, located in East Jesus Nowhere, in one of the many upscale chain hotels I had stayed in on my trip, picking at my Caesar salad and perusing the Forks real estate listings on my lap top. I needed a home, someplace that I could truly make mine.

I had my inheritance as well as several tens of thousands of dollars in pageant winnings that had been sitting in an interest accruing savings account for the last ten years.

I intently studied all of the houses available in the Forks area, scouring all available listings, as I had been for hours. I was nearly ready to give up when I found it. The house was perfect: A small, two story white bungalow, porches in both the front and the back, a fenced in back yard, two bedrooms and a cozy kitchen.

Flipping through the photos in the virtual tour I fell more and more in love with the house. It was small, simple and cozy. It was exactly what I was looking for.

I glanced at the price and grinned. $175,000. Not a small sum, but I could afford it without a strain, thanks mostly to my generous trust fund from my grandparents. I quickly called the realtor that was listed and left a message, explaining my interest and let them know I would be arriving the next day. Ending the call, I set the phone on the night stand and logged into my online banking.

A few clicks later and I had transferred nearly $200,000 into my checking account. I clicked my laptop shut and turned off the light before snuggling beneath the soft covers and slipping into a deep, peaceful sleep.

I pulled into Forks four days after making my decision and was greeted by a sea of steel grey storm clouds and a light drizzle of rain. I had spoken to the Realtor several times over the last few days and was due to meet her in about ten minutes. I drove along the main road; the black pavement wet beneath my tires and pulled into a parking space several buildings down from what I knew was the town's only real estate office.

I smoothed the skirt of my floral print dress and stepped out of the car at the same moment a loud crash erupted over head and the sky broke open, the rain falling down in sheets, soaking me instantly.

I gave a small shriek and started to run with my head down, as best as I could in my three inch heels, towards the porch of Cheney Real Estate, five doors down. I was nearly halfway there when I collided into something. Or, rather someone.

I stumbled back from the man that I had so elegantly ran into and braced myself to meet the cold, wet curb, my purse flying away from me, its contents scattering across the wet asphalt. I braced myself to join them and instead found myself being steadied by a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist.

"Whoa there, you okay?" The voice was close to my ear and sent a small shiver down my spine that had nothing to do with the storm. It was smooth and soft, with the slightest hint of a deep southern accent.

"I-I'm fine, thank you" I could not bring myself to look up at the man in front of me and stared, instead, and the toes of his well worn cowboy boots. A loud crack of thunder pulled me back to myself and I twisted out of the stranger's oddly comforting embrace and set about picking up the spread contents of my purse, cursing softly as I tossed them all back into my drenched purse and headed back towards the real estate office. Reaching the steps I quickly ran up them before turning back to my companion.

"Thank you" I called again with a small wave. The man had been walking back to wherever his destination had been but he stopped and turned back towards me with a charming smile and a pair of twinkling hazel eyes.

"My pleasure ma'am" He gave a quick tip of his fedora and turned back on his way.

I gave a small shake of my head and entered the real estate office, a small bell ringing as I opened the heavy wooden door.

The office itself was small with two desks sitting opposite each other, flyers pinned to corkboards and signs propped against the cream colored walls.

Behind one of the desks sat a pretty dark haired woman with glasses, a sweet, friendly smile and a VERY pregnant belly and she greeted me with a wave as I stood in the doorway, my cream flowered dress and long hair dripping into a puddle on the floor.

"Hi there! Welcome to Cheney real estate, you must be Mrs. Masen. I'm Angela Cheney, we spoke on the phone."

I shuddered at the name but smiled at her, crossing to her desk and taking her proffered hand. "Pleasure to finally meet you Mrs. Cheney. I'm Isabella –Bella- Swan actually."

Angela smiled kindly at me and began shuffling through the piles of folders on her desk, waving at the chair across from her motioning me to sit and handing me a towel from a drawer. "If I recall you were interested in the white bungalow right? " I nodded and accepted the towel, running it over my drenched strands and quickly wiping down my arms.

"I am yes, very. Is it still $175,000?" As I spoke I continued futilely attempting to dry off, finally giving up and draping the towel over my shoulders.

Angela quickly glanced at the documents in front of her and nodded. "It is, yes. The sellers are willing to pay closing costs and any additional fees needed"

I nodded quickly and braced myself for the next question I knew I had to ask. "Angela the house is beautiful, the photographs looked pristine. Why such a low price? Are the owners in a hurry to sell?"

Angela chuckled softly, "The owners are in a hurry to sell, yes. They have already purchased a new home and they have a newborn. They just needed more room." As she spoke, Angela gently rubbed her hand along her own swollen stomach and I couldn't help but smile.

"I actually spoke with them this morning and they are more than willing to accept the offer that we have discussed, if you like it they said as soon as they have payment you can move in as soon as you'd like. If you decide you still want it that is"

I nodded and withdrew the cashier's check for $180,000 that was safely tucked in my wallet. Angela's eyes widened a bit in surprise as I handed her the check. "I believe that'll cover it?"

Angela nodded and she quickly slipped the check into her drawer and took a sip from the heavy, chipped white mug of tea that sat on her cluttered desk and sighed softly. "I can take you over there if you'd like to take a look around."

I tried to contain my smile and failed miserably. "Thank would be wonderful, thank you."

Nodding, Angela locked her desk, slowly rose from her squeaky office chair and walked to a small closet in the corner of the room. She pulled out a bright yellow rain jacket and a black umbrella, shrugging the jacket on and handing me the umbrella with an apologetic smile. "It may not do much but it'll help a bit."

I smiled and thanked her, following close behind as she walked out the door onto the porch and headed down the steps. She paused in front of a silver Volvo that was parked directly in front of the office and turned to me, calling through the rain and wind. "You can just follow me if you'd like, it's not that far"

I nodded and smiled as Angela awkwardly climbed in her car and then dashed through the rain to the security of my own vehicle, the black umbrella doing nothing to keep me dry.

I ducked into my car and grabbed a towel from the bag in the back seat, quickly drying off before I turned the ignition on. Cranking the heat I felt the chill that was forming quickly fall away.

Flipping on the radio I was greeted with Van Morrison's distinctive voice crooning about sailing into the mystic. I couldn't keep the smile from my face. The song was one of my favorites and I couldn't help but see it as a good sign. I quickly backed out of my parking space, following closely after Angela in her silver Volvo, heading towards what I hoped would be the beginning of my new life.

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