DISCLAIMER: These beautiful characters unfortunately do not belong to me. They belong to the fantastic Stephenie Meyer. I'm just playing around with them….and using them for my own pleasure.
AN. So, this is my first Twilight fan fiction. I've decided to take the easy way out and start with an all human story. Not saying there is anything wrong with that though. LOL.
Also, no doubt, the one night stand idea has been done to death too. But having said that, I'm still going down that route with this story. You should give it a read anyway; who knows, you might just like it.
Yes, you're probably going to find that this is OCC. Not everyone can write these characters as perfect as the wonderful Stephenie Meyer. LOL. And well, this an all human story, so of course the characters will be different.
Hmm, what else? I'm also going to try to keep this in 1 character point of view at a time. But there is always a possibility that some will be in 3rd character point.
Well I guess that's all for now. Any questions please feel free to ask. So, on with the show I guess………………………
Summary: Meeting in Seattle; an immediate attraction is awakened between Anthony and Izzie. After one amazing night together; they part ways. 2 years later, Bella Swan meets Edward Cullen for the first time; or so it was supposed to be. The result? Shocks all around for everyone. All Human. E/B, J/A, Em/R.
Eyes Like Yours
Chapter One: Strange name for a town.
Forks. Strange name for a town; don't you think? Well, I think it is. But, who am I to judge a place before I even arrived there. Besides, if it is a strange place, I'd most likely fit in perfectly. According to most people I'm a little strange myself. But I liked to think that I was unique; not strange. But apparently my opinion doesn't count.
But you know what? I could care less. I've never given a shit about what people think of me. Never will.
Anyways, back to the original subject. Forks. It's a small town a few hours out of Seattle. It was my destination.
After months of pleading and begging from my father, id finally given in and agreed to visit him. Two months worth of visiting to be exact. My boss, Shelley, must really love me to allow me to take off that much time. It was originally supposed to only be a month over Christmas, but due to Shelley getting laid for the first time in ages the day before id put my notice in for the time off; in her excitement she'd practically thrown the extra month at me.
But I wasn't complaining; I missed my dad, Charlie, and was glad that I'd be getting to spend extra time with him. Due to our busy schedules over the last two years, we'd hardly seen each other. Dad was always the one who put in the effort to come and see me. He still felt incredibly guilty over the fact that he wasn't around much when I was kid. I didn't hold it against him though. I never did. So this Christmas I was going to him. It was only fair.
He'd moved to Forks from Seattle two years ago when he'd been offered the chief of police position at the local police station. He'd jumped at the chance. I'd moved to San Francisco for University two years prior to that, and my mother, whom had stayed close friends with Charlie after their divorce when I was five, followed me to San Fran soon after, so nothing was keeping him in Seattle any longer.
I really think Charlie loves Forks. From everything he'd told me over the phone; it sounded as though it was his kind of town. It was probably the kind of town he would have liked to have raised me in if he and my mother had of stayed married.
Their divorce had hit me pretty hard; more so as I'd gotten a little older and started to understand It more. My parents weren't in love anymore and id had trouble accepting that. I was one of those little girls who loved love, and couldn't wait to get older and find my own true love. I had thought that once you got married, that was it. You'd have kids and be happy and stay in love forever. But as I got older and hit my teen years, my warm bubble popped and I learned that life wasn't all sunshine and daisies.
It made me a stronger person I think. I wanted to do something with my life. So school became my life. Friends, boyfriends, and plain fun didn't mean anything to me. I was valedictorian at my high school, and had gotten offered a full scholarship at a University in San Francisco. I done well with my main subject, History of Art, and had soon picked up an awesome job at a local museum. I was still there to this day.
I was content with my life at the moment. I enjoyed my job, but my true passion was painting. I wanted to be an artist. I was good at it too. I could draw or paint just about anything.
So that's why I decided to drive to Forks from San Francisco. I thought it would be a great idea to stop and paint or draw some of the scenery. I even had my camera ready so that I could take pictures so that I could draw them later on down the track. Driving also meant that I could take extra stuff with me. If id flown I never would have been able to bring all my bits and pieces for my painting.
It was Saturday today, and I had left San Fran on Tuesday. In reality I should have already been in Forks, but because I took all that extra time to check out the scenery, I was behind.
Checking the time on the dashboard of the small Jetta that id brought myself for only a couple hundred dollars just last week, I realised that it was already five o'clock. Almost dinner time. I was starving. I'd just hit Seattle, and decided that I'd stop for the night. I know it was only another few hours until I would be in Forks, but id had enough of driving for today. I just wanted to sit down and relax. Maybe even find a nice little bar to have a drink at.
I found a nice motel and booked myself in for the night. I called my dad and told him that I would be staying in Seattle for the night and that I'd see him at about twelve the next day. After taking a hot shower, I changed into a simple black dress and threw a red cardigan over the top. I applied a tiny amount of make-up and ran a brush through my hair, before leaving the motel and taking a stroll down the street.
"Bingo," I said out loud; spotting a cute little Chinese restaurant right across the street.
Food was needed before anything else.
So, there you have it. The first chapter. Wasn't very long and not much going on there; I know. I just wanted to get a bit of Bella's background out before I get right into it. Tell me what you think. Should I continue? I know everybody wont like it, but I'm going to give it a go anyway.
AN. I'm from Australia, so no doubt I'm going to get some stuff wrong. I know you guys have a cold Christmas in America, but I'm not too sure what times of the year your seasons occur.
And I also apologize in advance; just in case I throw in some Aussie slang here and there. Eek. LOL.