Chapter One

"It'll be fun Bella, lighten up." Alice smiled wide in the rear view mirror. She bounced lightly in her seat, singing along with the low background music. Rosalie turned around and gave me a small forced smile, I returned the gesture. Even though it probably looked more like a grimace then anything.

Alice, was of course lying. Because something that had to do with birthdays and Alice never turned out to be anything good. At least, not for me.

My fourteen and fifteenth birthdays were fine. Just a small gathering with Alice's friends, that I barely knew. We played lame children games, like pin the tale on the donkey and hot potato. It was really embarrassing. I grimace and blush every time I think about those two days. When I turned sixteen, Alice had gotten her older sister to buy us some liquor, and of course we got so wasted the next day we couldn't move. Literally. We swore off drinking for a while after that. My last years birthday, when I turned seventeen. Alice decided to just have a sleep over, that consisted of us, Rose and Jessica. She thought it would be fun to toilet paper Jasper's and Emmett's vehicles. Which sounded fun at the time.

Rose had the biggest crush on Emmett, but she would never admit it. Instead she acted like a cold bitch towards him, but he never gave up. Everyday she'd fine a single rose taped to her locker. Jasper and Alice were the same thing, except a little different. Alice had a crush on Jasper since preschool. She had told me once that her and Jasper had to sit together, and she shared her crayons with him. Purple was her favorite, she said. And Jasper bit off the end of it. She screamed and cried, and swore up and down that Jasper was a meanie. But she says looking back, that was when she fell in love with him. Ever since then Alice had been trying to get Jasper to notice her, so she toilet papered his car.

We didn't get to Emmett's car that night. Because Jasper's mother had heard noises coming from the front yard. And called the cops on us. We hadn't even noticed that she turned her bedroom light on. So when Charlie pulled into the Whitlock driveway, I almost died of embarrassment. There I was caught red handed holding toothpaste in one hand, and a roll of toilet paper in the other. I got grounded after that. But I could only imagine what Alice was feeling like. But I didn't get a chance to find out that night, because Charlie grabbed me by the arms, and put me in the back seat of the cruiser. He didn't even care about Rose, Jess or Alice.

But Alice's not so brilliant idea, actually worked and got Jasper's attention. Apparently he thought the whole thing was hilarious. He called my father the next day, and told him he wanted Alice to clean his car, instead of pressing charges for trespassing and destruction of property. So he went over to the Brandon's and told Alice what she had to do. Alice had told me it was the most embarrassing moment of her life, and that took a lot, because Alice doesn't get embarrassed easily. She had told me that Jasper sat on a lawn chair, watching her as she washed his car. I laugh every time thinking about it, because it was just that funny. Ever since then, Jasper and Alice had been inseparable.

"I bet." I mumbled, sinking into the backseat. I crossed my arms over my chest, and watched the scenery of the high way, as we drove away from Forks and towards Port Angele's.

Alice had woken me up this morning. Taking it upon herself to break into my house after my father had left for work. I don't remember what I was dreaming about, but I woke up in a cold sweat, with Alice straddling my back, and her tiny cold fingers braiding my hair. I'm pretty sure it was meant as a nice gesture, because that's the type of person she is. But honestly, it scared the shit out of me. I had no idea what was going on, and why I felt like I couldn't breath. So reason number one for my bad mood: Alice had woken me up. I had started my period last night: Reason number two for bad mood. And reason number three for said bad mood: It was my birthday. And to top off the cake, it was my birthday and where was my mother? Not here, that was for sure.

It's not that I disliked my birthday. Really, it wasn't that I hated my birthday. I absolutely loathed my birthday. And sure, the reason for that was pretty much the most obvious answer: I didn't want to get older. I didn't want to age. I didn't care about the wrinkles and gray hairs you get as you get older. That was irrelevant to me. By getting older, I had to mature. I had to grow up, and act my age. I had to go to college soon, and leave the house. I had to soon support myself, and get a job. Soon I'd have to get married and have babies. And I wasn't ready to have babies, I didn't even have a freaking boyfriend. And I was probably a little young to be thinking about such things, but I couldn't help it. I wasn't the type of person to live in the now, or even in the past. I lived in the future. I was always thinking of the future.

I got ready for school. Taking my time showering and blow drying my hair. I put a little effort into getting ready this morning, I had no idea why. I just thought I'd appease Alice for once. Alice curled a couple strands of my hair while I applied a little bit of concealer, and lip gloss. And a heavy amount of eyeliner and mascara. Once I was satisfied with the way I looked, we drove to school in Alice's vehicle. On the way to school she had told me about what she had planned for our evening, but I didn't pay attention. She continued to giggle and smile to herself, while I nodded my head and stared out of the window.

School went by in a blur. I vaguely remember Micheal Newton wishing me a happy birthday. I didn't really think about how he remembered it was my birthday. Alice didn't make it much of a secret. She decorated my locker, with lots of pink bristle board and glitter. Which honestly made me want to throw up, it was just that happy. I left it there though, and politely thanked Alice for the gesture. I knew Rose was reading right through me, but she didn't say anything. That was out type of relationship. Alice on the other hand squealed when I said I loved it. I forced a smile, and went on with the rest of my day. At lunch Alice had brought me a piece of cake that her mother had baked that weekend. I smiled at her, and forced myself to eat it. Eventually school let out.

Which is why I found myself smiling for the first time today as we pulled up to Micheal's Seafood and Steakhouse restaurant. My favorite restaurant of all time. I wasn't sure what I liked about it. I guess maybe because it was a sit down family restaurant, but it had more a take out atmosphere to it. "Ew, why are we here?"

I wasn't sure why Rose didn't like the place. We didn't eat here a lot, because of that reason. Usually when we'd come to Port Angele's, we'd go to Bella Italia or Cafe Garden. Both were a little too fancy for me. And I hated that. I hated that I felt the need to dress up for a day of hanging out with the girls. "It's Bella's birthday, and this is her favorite restaurant." Alice replied simply, smiling back at me from the rear view mirror. And this time I smiled back.

Maybe today was going to be a good day.

I ordered steak and fries. Alice ordered pasta and Rose ordered pizza. We ate in relatively silence. After we were done eating, we got back in Alice's vehicle. We drove for a bit, singing along with the music, eventually she pulled the car off the road and turned the ignition off.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, sticking my head through the two front seats. I pointed to the store straight ahead that read XXX.

"You're eighteen." She said simply with a smile. Rose smirked.


"You're going to buy porn."

I gaped at her. "What!"

Rosalie sighed. "Just go in and buy the damn porn Bella. You're eighteen. You're old enough. We'd go in with you, but were not old enough yet."

And I did it. I don't even know what possessed me to do it. Alice didn't even try all that hard to persuade me. I just figured, I should get this over and done with and Alice could move on with her life. So I did it. I marched into the XXX store, ignoring the stares I got from the young boy about my age behind the counter. I noticed an older man standing in front of a rack of DVDs, he had gray hair and was wearing very short jean shorts. I shuddered at the thought of him whacking off to some girl on girl porn. I grabbed the first magazine that my hands could reach. I didn't even look at it. I blushed furiously as I slammed the magazine face up on the counter. I didn't make eye contact with the cute blond hair boy, as he smirked down on me, obviously enjoying my discomfort. He asked for my ID, with a laugh. I glared at him, without making eye contact and handed it to him.

I through him my cash once he checked my ID. He put my newly purchased magazine in a bag, and handed it to me. I grabbed the bag and practically ran out of the store. Thankfully Alice hadn't parked far away. I through myself into the car, as if somebody was chasing me. I was completely out of breath as I through the bag up to the front of car. I ignored Rose's and Alice's laughing as I slammed the door shut behind me. "That was so embarrassing." I muttered into my hands. Which only caused them to laugh harder.

I couldn't look up, but from the corner of my eye, I could see Alice's crying, 'cause she was laughing so hard. Rosalie grabbed the bag and pulled out the magazine. "Did you even look to see what you got?" Rosalie asked giggling.

"No." I muttered, blushing.

"Lemme see." Alice laughed, grabbing the magazine from Rose. They both started laughing again, but only harder which caused me to look up. I grabbed the magazine from my two laughing best friends. It read: Peterfever. After that, I started to crack up and joined in the laughter.

"Okay Alice, what's next?" I asked laughing, throwing the magazine in Rose's face.

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly. I ended up buying cigarettes I'd never smoke. I bought weed papers and a lighter. I bought a bunch of lotto and scratch tickets. Most of the other things I couldn't do like buy a house, join the military, buy firearms, get married and vote. Thankfully nothing was more mortifying then walking into a porn store and buying Asian porn. By the end of the night, I was tired and just wanted to go home. I yawned furiously, but Alice wasn't getting the picture. She ended up pulling into another parking lot. The sign said Iron Mikes. I had no idea what this place was, but I really hoped it wasn't another porn shop.

Alice and Rose didn't say anything as they got out of the car. I followed suite and kept quiet until she opened the door. "Oh, no." I muttered. Immediately entering the store I was met with the smell of ink and the light buzzing sound being drowned out by heavy music. "Alice!" I pleaded. "Don't make me do this."

She looked up at me from her small five foot frame. "Bella," she cooed. "Just a small one, you won't even have to show anybody. Rose and I will be the only people that know." She said it in such a small voice. I gaped at her, but nodded my head slowly. Usually I wasn't such a push over. But I wanted this day over with. I knew that Alice wouldn't actually make me get a tattoo against my will. But I had my doubts about Rose. She was feisty and very bossy. I'm sure she had no qualms as to forcing me onto the bed and holding me down so they could tattoo me. I briefly wondered if they had a policy about that? Alice beamed at me before grabbing my arm and dragging me over to the black leather coaches. She picked up a black binder. We looked through it quietly trying to find the right one.

I probably wouldn't of ever thought about getting a tattoo in a million years, but I was glad Alice had brought it up. I was actually sort of excited to get it done. I finally picked one. And eventually a young women with lots of piercings and tattoos all over her body came out of the backroom. I pointed to the tattoo that I wanted. "Is this your first tattoo?"

I nodded. And she smiled. "Okay, well we already have the stenciling for this one. Come with me." We walked into one of the back rooms. I was shaking, while my hands and underarms were breaking out in sweat. I wasn't ever good with pain, but most people that I knew who had tattoos had said it only hurts for a couple minutes. And I really hoped they were right. "So, where do you want it?" I pointed to my hip, and she nodded with a smile. "Take a seat if you want." I nodded, for some reason not being able to find my voice.

I sat on the black leather chair, while she got everything ready. She pushed the chair back, so I was laying on my back. She shaved the fine hairs off my hip and placed the stencil on my skin. "You ready?" She asked, a slight smile in her voice. I nodded and clenched my eyes shut the moment I heard the gun turn on. I flinched when it came to my skin, but it didn't hurt as much as I thought it was going too. The pain was minimal, just a light pinch. And I found myself relaxing to the sound of the buzzing, and her light touch.

An hour or so later, I wasn't quite sure, she had told me she was finished. I smiled at her, and she pulled my hand over we walked over to the mirror. I was a little wobbly at first, from not moving for an hour or so but she held on to me as we walked over to the full length mirror. She held my shirt up while I inspected her work. It was only small, the size of a loony, but it was perfect. I beamed at her work. It wasn't something special, and it didn't mean anything to me. It wasn't significant to me at all, but as I looked at the small four leaf clover, I couldn't find anything wrong with it. It was perfect. I thanked her and handed her the money. She dressed it, and told me how to take care of it and whatnot. I thanked her again.

"So how was it?" Rose asked as we walked out of the tattoo shop. It was dark now. I wasn't sure what the time was, but I assumed it was getting late.

I smiled at her. "Wasn't that bad."

"Did it hurt?" Alice asked.


"Wow." They both said. Probably still shocked that I had done something like that in the first place. I linked arms with them, as we walked quietly to the Alice's car. We drove in silence for a little bit, it was nice. And I was tired, and I assumed they were too. It was a long day and we did lots of running around, and had a lot of laughs. I noticed the large yellow M in the distance.

"Hey, Alice." I said, breaking the silent atmosphere of the car. She looked up at me from the rear view mirror for the umpteenth time that day. "Can you stop at McDonald's? I wanna get something for Charlie." I knew it was late, and I wondered if Charlie had even had supper. I wasn't the best cook, but I fed us. Usually our supper consisted of hash browns, eggs and bacon or sandwiches. But he never complained. Alice nodded in the darkness.

A couple minutes later she pulled into the parking lot. It wasn't busy, only a couple cars in the parking lot. "Can you get me a milkshake too?" Rose asked.

I nodded my head, not sure if she had noticed me or not. "Yep."

I noticed as I walked into the restaurant that there wasn't a large line. I was grateful because I didn't want to keep Alice waiting. I ordered two big mac meals and milkshake. I ordered two just in case Charlie had wanted to take something for work tomorrow. Even though it'd probably be gross by tomorrow. And if he didn't want it, I'd eat it before I went to bed tonight. It didn't take very long, and by the time they were finished, I ended up with a tray holding three drinks and a two bags of food. My hands were completely full, and I couldn't open the door. It was one of those stupid Pull not Push doors.

"Here, let me." I heard a masculine but smooth velvety voice say from behind me. I spun around quickly almost slamming right into him. The first thing I noticed was his clothes. He was wearing a plain black pull over sweater, his hood up over his hair. He was wearing blue jeans with rips in them. His shoes looked worn down and old. Overall, his clothes were filthy. The next thing I noticed was his face. His eyes stood out the most to me. They were bright green, they almost didn't look real. They stood out against his pale skin, but you could hardly tell he was pale from the dirt and grime on his face. He was wearing a winter hat, and I could sort of see reddish hair peaking out under it. Honestly, it looked like he was sleeping on the streets. His face was scruffy, almost as if he hadn't shaved for days or weeks. He smiled shyly at me, but almost as if it was forced. For some reason I got the feeling he didn't want to open the door for me.

He was carrying a small book bag with him, that was just as dirty as the rest of him. Despite him being filthy, he looked around my age. And maybe when he was cleaned up, he could actually pass for very good looking. I smiled at him, surprising myself that it wasn't forced at all. "Bella." I said, holding out my hand. He looked down and laughed, and that was when I noticed I was still holding the McDonald's bag in my hand.

I laughed timidly, blushing a little. "Edward." He said with a small smile. "Nice to meet you."

"You too." He went out the door first, holding it open for me. "Thank you." I muttered, trying to hide my blush.

"Welcome." And he walked back into the lobby. I walked to Alice's car, not surprised to see it still running. I hopped into the car and handed Rose her milk shake. The rest of the ride home was filled with silence and low background music coming out of Alice's radio. I rubbed my hand gently over the four leaf clover, as I leaned my head back on the seat. It stung a little, but nothing too unbearable. My thoughts immediately going back to the green eyed stranger. Edward.

I smiled as my eyes drooped as we drove down the highway back to Forks. My eighteen birthday wasn't so bad after all.

A/N: I know that was probably the most boring chapter ever. And it will be the most boring chapter in my story. This chapter was more or less just a filler. Anyway, review and tell me what you think? Excited for the plot? I know, I'm so excited to write this.