Summary: Shy and lonely Bella Swan lets her teenage daughter make a profile for her on a dating site. There, she meets the handsome and charismatic Edward, a mechanic with a lust for life. Will these two opposing personalities mix or explode in their faces?

Chapter one: Taking a Chance

"Mom, relax," my daughter sighed, putting her hand on my shoulder. I took a deep breath and stared at the purple and white screen in front of me.

"It's just not me," I said for the tenth time.

Mickey smiled and rolled her eyes, clearly amused at my discomfort. "That's the point. You said you wanted a change, a chance to be wild and free, well here's how you start." She clicked the mouse a few times and I tapped my fingers nervously on the desk.

"Okay, now we add a picture and an about me and you'll be flooded with messages. Don't mind the dick pics," she snickered.

"Mckayla! Watch your mouth," I said exasperatedly. That girl had a foul mouth. But she was usually able to control it around me because she knew how much I hated it.

She laughed again and pulled up the file folder with the pictures she forced me to take the night before. "Okay, pick your favorite one."

I bit my lip and scanned the pictures slowly. I chose one of just my face and shoulders. I was smiling slightly and my hair was in perfect waves. "That one," I said pointing to it.

She clicked on it and added it as a profile picture.

"Okay, now you need to fill in your about me box."

That's where I fumbled and flustered. What could I say? I'm a 35 year old with a 15 year old foul mouthed daughter whose husband left her for a 20 year old floozy a year ago? I couldn't say that. No one would want to talk to me.

Gosh, I was a loser.

"What should I say?" I begged looking up into my daughters beautiful glassy blue eyes.

"I don't know... say you're a fun loving-"

I snorted and she glared. I was so not fun loving. I worked two jobs to keep my two bedroom house afloat and my daughter and her behemoth of a dog fed. I didn't have time for fun. I barely had time to shower.

"Baby, I don't want to lie."

"Mom, everyone lies on here."

"Well, I don't want to lie," I insisted sternly.

She groaned and knelt down beside me. "Okay, then what do you want to say? It has to be something good. Something to catch people's interest."

I mulled over what I could say, what I should say, and what I should leave out. I was definitely leaving out the fact that my POS husband left me for a younger hotter version of myself. I would leave out that I sometimes still slept with his shirt on. Yeah, most assuredly leaving that embarrassing detail of it out.

"Um, I could say that I'm a 35 year old mother to a wonderful and beautiful daughter who means the world to me. I own a bakery and I'm... single and ready to mingle?"

Mickey threw her head back and laughed. "What decade are you living in?"

I glared at her and slapped her on the arm. "Don't make fun of your mother."

She rubbed her arm thoughtfully and nodded. "Yeah you could say that. It's... cute. Besides, most guys will take one look at your picture and message you without even reading your about me."

"Then why am I making one?"

"Because the ones you want to talk to will read it."

I sighed and went about typing away when a thought suddenly occurred to me. "How do you know about this site?"

Her eyes widened and she blushed crimson. "Uh, a friend told me about it." She coughed nervously and avoided my gaze.


"Anyway," she quickly changed the subject. "up here," she pointed to the top of the screen, "tells you when you have a message, and right next to it tells you when have notifications."


"Yeah, like when someone likes your picture or comments on it."

"Oh, okay."

"Well, I'm about to head over to Tanya's," she said as she stood and walked to the door. "And yes, I'll be home before 9," she called back before I could remind her. "Have fun!"

I stared at the screen, left alone to my own devices. It was my only day off and this was how I was spending it? Trying to snag a man online? I looked around my small home and was happy to see that there wasn't a mess that needed cleaning, the laundry was done and the fridge was stocked. I supposed I had the time...

I looked back at the screen and noticed that there was a red number 3 next to the notifications tab. I clicked on it. I already had six likes on my picture. And two comments.

I clicked the notification for the comments and read them with a fiery blush on my cheeks.

Sexy mama. Message me.

Surprisingly that wasn't the comment that had me flaming bright red. The one underneath it however...

The things I would do to you...

I quickly went back to my profile and saw that I had over nine messages. Someone even sent me a picture. Intrigued by that, I clicked on that one first and immediately regretted it.

"Oh, mercy!" I clicked away fast. It was a picture of a man but you couldn't see his face. Just his naked stomach and thighs and nestled between that was his... thing. Just dangling there. I nearly gagged. What had I gotten myself into?

I went to another message, thankfully no picture was included. It was from a man named James Daniels. His message was nice enough. He asked me how my day was going. I replied in kind and went onto the next message. This one from a Eric Yorkie.

Hey there pretty lady, care to chat?

I looked at his profile picture. He was a handsome looking man with pitch black hair slicked back and full lips. He was wearing a nice gray suit. I went to his profile and read his about me.

Hello people, my name is Eric Yorkie and I'm a fun loving, adventure craving, crazy son of a bitch. I'm here to pound pussy and penetrate your mind. Hit me up.

Okay... no.

I didn't reply to his message and went onto the next. And then another. They were all the same, most people just saying hi and then their about me was full of profanity and self-hype.

I laid my chin on my hand and swiveled on the chair as I skimmed through the seemingly endless amount of messages I was receiving. I had to admit, the messages, the comments and likes, they were giving my ego the boost I so desperately needed. But so far there hadn't been one message worth responding to. They would say hi, I would say hi, and then the rest of the conversation was dry and mirthless.

I was getting bored. I was about to log off when I received another message. The profile picture caught my eye. It was a good looking red haired man kneeling down next to a giant russet colored dog who had their big floppy tongue lolling out to the side. I couldn't resist a cute dog. So I clicked on his message.

Hey beautiful. I came across your picture and I have to say your face is stunning.

I blushed and bit my lip, clicking on his profile. I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw his profile picture all blown up and clear. His hair wasn't just red, but had flecks of golden through it only made brighter by the sun shining behind him. He had a smattering of freckles on the bridge of his nose and a full, luscious, kissable smile.

His about me is what really had me drawn in.

A bit about me. Well, my name is Edward Masen I'm 33 years old, a self-employed mechanic, and the father of a rambunctious 5 year old Bernese Mountain Dog named Jake. If you can't get along with him then you can't get along with me. I work 6 days out of the week, so my schedule doesn't leave any room to mess around. I'm on here looking for love, probably in all the wrong places.

p.s. Don't speak to me before I've had my coffee.

I laughed at the last bit; a man after my own heart. I went back to his message and began typing.

Hello, Edward. Thank you for the compliment, you made me blush. How are you and your dog doing today?

I read it over and hit send before I could talk myself out it and then went on to the discussion page where people posted their pictures and updates. It was mostly teenagers and 20-somethings posting pictures of their cleavage and showing off their cars. Most of the girls were asking for money for pictures.

I kept scrolling hoping to not see a picture of my daughter floating about. I scrolled though the forum for about 10 minutes before I went back to my messages and nearly jumped with glee when I saw that Edward has messaged me back.

I'm glad I could put some color in those cheeks ;) We're good, thank you for asking. We're just hanging out at the dog park. How are you and your daughter?

Another blush at the thought of him reading my lame about me. But I shook it off. What's done is done. I tapped my fingers against my lips trying to come up with something to say. Should I go witty or serious? Should I lean the conversation toward him or follow the flow? I didn't know. I had never done this before. I'd only ever been with one man and we never actually flirted, we just grew up together and fell into place of what our parents expected of us.

I decided to follow the flow.

That sounds like fun! I need to take my Leah to the park soon, she's getting restless. And I'm hanging out at home. It's my only day off from work. My daughter is at a friends house doing only God knows what lol

I hit send and waited impatiently for his reply. I was getting spammed with messages left and right but I studiously ignored them as I watched Edward's face drop lower and lower on my feed. Finally after a long five minutes, he replied.

I opened it quickly.

You have a dog? What kind and how old? I know some good dog parks in the area.

My shoulders dropped. Okay, now we're talking about dogs. Not the direction I wanted the conversation to head in but I guess I could take it and hope I could steer it somewhere else.

She's a purebred Collie and she just turned 3. And yeah, I know a few good ones myself. I usually go to the one next to the Striped Peak Trail. Have you ever been?

Okay, talk to me good lookin'. I prayed to the Gods that he would answer soon. I was really enjoying talking to him. Even about dogs and dog parks. I loved my Leah and dogs in general so I wasn't mad at the fact that he did too. It actually made me like him more.

I didn't have to wait long for his next message.

Hell yeah! That's the one I'm at right now. And have you ever been hiking at Striped Peak? It's beautiful there. Very rustic in its way. Gotta watch out for those inclines though lol

Hiking? I looked down at my pale scrawny legs and sighed. I had always wanted to go there, but the thought of that much physical activity to get to the end made me sick.

I remembered my daughters words from earlier. 'Everyone lies on here.'

I leaned back in my chair and contemplated the best option. I could tell the truth and say that I have never been hiking a day in my life and he could possibly think me boring and end the conversation right then and there or I could play along and say that I hiked there once or twice and he would be impressed and maybe want to go out with me...


I decided to go for it.

Yes, I've been there once or twice. It sure is beautiful. And yeah, those inclines could really put a damper on the whole experience. I was actually thinking about going on my next day off.

I hit send and stood up from my chair, biting at my thumb. Guilt bubbling in my stomach. I hated to lie. It didn't sit right with me. But he was just so fricken pretty I wanted him to think I was fun and adventurous. I wanted him to like me.

He answered back in less than a minute and I clumsily fell back into the seat and clicked on his message.

Really? I love the inclines. Makes it more challenging. And is that so? Well, when is your next day off? Maybe we could go together? You could bring Leah and I could bring Jake. Maybe we'll all hit it off!?

Oh, no. Oh, no no no... what did I just do? He asked me out... on a date... to go hiking... at a place I pretended to already go. What did I do? I needed my daughter. I grabbed my phone from the desk and picked her name and hit send, pattering my toes on the floor, anxiety and trepidation constant as I listened to the ringing.

"What's up?" She asked, seemingly out of breath.

"I need your help! I may have done something..." I trailed off not quite sure how to tell my impressionable teenage daughter that her mother was a fat faced liar.

"What did you do?"

I stood from the chair and made my way across the room to the sofa and threw myself down on it. "Okay, so I've been talking to this guy-"

"Whoot whoot," she interjected with a laugh and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Well, anyway we got to talking about dog parks and I mentioned the one next to that hiking trail, you know the one we always go to?"

"Uh huh, and?"

"Well, he started talking about hiking at the trail and asked me if I had ever been. I said yes."

I was met with silence and then a snort that blossomed into full on giggles. "Mother, you have never been hiking a day in your life. Do you even know what hiking is? It's a lot different from walking through the grocery store, I'll tell ya that."

I bristled at her comment. "I know that, Mickey, but... he's so cute," I pleaded my case. "And you're the one that told me people always lie on there."

She was quiet for a minute, her giggles dying down. "Well, what's the problem? So you lied. It's not like he's gonna go asking around town if anyone knows a woman named Bella Swan and if they've ever seen her hike."

"The problem is, he asked me to go hiking with him on my next day off."

"Dang, so you gonna just be falling flat on your face then?" she snickered.

I was getting aggravated. "Just tell me what I should do!"

"Okay, okay. First off, don't go to a secluded trail with a man you don't know and met online. That's a big no-no. And second of all, ask him out for coffee and get to know him in person. See if you even like him enough to make a fool of yourself."

She had a point there. I hadn't even thought of that. Who knew what kind of danger I could have walked into. Anyone could have been lurking behind that beautiful face. Luckily, my brilliant 15 year old daughter knew better.

"Okay, so coffee? I can do that."

"There ya go. Now go set up a date and give me the details when I get home. Love yas!"

She hung up before I could say anything else and I stared nervously at my phone. I looked back over to the computer and contemplated what I should do. Did I want to spend another Sunday hating what my life had become while I pigged out on twinkies and soda and watched Roseanne for the millionth time or did I want to take a chance of meeting a good man?

I took a shaky breath in and nodded to myself. I was taking a chance.

Okay, so this is just a fun little story i decided to write while edit the chapters for my other story. Please let me know what you think. Should I continue with this one?