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A/N: This is my first story, ever! I am super nervous about doing this, but my wonderful betas, uselessid90 and Twilly have convinced me to go for it, so here you are!
A/N2: This chapter has been redone by my new beta, kaydee1005, thank you so much!
Chapter 1-I Hate My Job
Last year, Angela and I were so tired of Forks. We both worked at Newton's Outfitters; Angela was the Manager, and I was a cashier. I didn't know why I worked there—I don't even like camping, and I was so not an outdoorsy girl. The problem was, there was nowhere else to work in Forks.
Forks—that is where I grew up—was a small town nestled on the Olympic Peninsula of Washington, a little too small for my dreams. We decided to move to Pot Angeles; it's far enough away from Forks, but still close enough to home. Not that home was bad, my parents were happily married. Charlie was the Police Chief and Renee stayed home. I never went without anything growing up; my life was comfortable for sure. There just wasn't extra money for things like college funds.
I didn't mind—college wasn't for me anyway. I knew that I had a destiny, but I still couldn't figure out exactly what that was. I dream about it sometimes, but whatever it is, it's always deep in the shadows, out of reach and completely unobtainable. I know I'll find it one of these days, just another reason I need to get out of Forks.
Angela was lucky enough to find a job at a small bank in town. I guess her managerial experience was a bonus for her and helped her get a better job. She was my best friend in the entire world; we have been basically attached at the hip ever since kindergarten. I didn't know what I'd do without her.
The only job I could get was working at McDonald's. The only good thing about working here was I didn't have to wear my own clothes and ruin them—and the free food. Lucky for me, I have a good metabolism, and I tried not to eat too much of it. I mainly try to stick to salads, and grilled chicken. The one thing I didn't eat at work, or ever for that matter, was the Big Mac. Totally disgusting! I mean, have you seen how many calories and how much fat is in one of those?
Port Angeles was so much better than Forks. It's large enough to have fun, but small enough that it wasn't overwhelming. I have had this feeling that something was waiting for me here. I have yet to figure it out; it constantly nagged at me. I have a feeling it has to do with meeting someone. If only I weren't so shy.
We lived in a small duplex; we rented the upper floor. It wasn't anything special, but it was much better than living at home. It was kind of cool to have our own place—we could come and go as we wanted and we could give each other space if we needed some, you know, alone time. We have a really cool neighbor downstairs—she's short, petite, and has the cutest short, spiky, black hair. She was exuberant though. Alice Brandon couldn't be any nicer if she tried.
She was a bit of a party animal though. Some nights, I couldn't even sleep due to all the noise. I have been invited to most of them, but just couldn't bring myself to go. What would I talk about? Who would I talk to? I knew perfectly well there is nothing interesting about me. Angela usually went to her parties though. A few months ago, she met this really nice guy, Ben. He worked at the lumber mill just out of town. They really are perfect for each other. I usually ended up down at Alice's when Angela and Ben are home. I didn't even want to think about what they would be doing.
Ugh, that reminded me, Ben was coming over tonight. Angela was making dinner for him. For once, I was happy to work at night. The closing shift—I got the glorious duty of cleaning the dining room, restocking everything up front, sweeping and mopping the front end, cleaning the soda fountains, and the grossest, messiest job of all...the fry station. Still, it was better than having to listen to Angela and Ben. He usually left to go home around midnight—right around the time I got home.
The worst part about this shift was that you pretty much lose the entire day. There wasn't a lot of time for errands or anything. I just tried to stay around the house on these days doing chores or just relaxing in front of the TV, veggin' out. Angela worked all day, so I have the house to myself. Today my task was laundry. I hated doing it, but it has to be done. At least I didn't have to go to the laundry mat. We have a washer/dryer hookup but no machines. The extra closet space was nice though. Alice, bless her heart, allowed us to do our laundry at her house.
As I skipped down the stairs to get my laundry, I ran into Alice. She was characteristically jumping up and down. Where did she get all this energy?
"Bella, I am having a party tomorrow night, I really wish you would come!" Alice said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Alice, I don't know. I never feel comfortable at parties, you know that."
"But Bella, Rosalie is bringing some friends, and I hear some of them are HOT."
"Damn it, Bella, please come, for me? Hot guys, remember?" Why did she do this to me?
"Besides, you promised me last time, that you would come to the next party." Alice begged.
Alice always had a way of getting what she wants, even with me. "Fuck, Alice, you can get off your knees now! You don't actually have to beg." As I turn around to go get my laundry out of the dryer, I come across my uniform for work. "Shit!" Did I hear that right?" Alice, did you say Rosalie?"
"Yeah, why?" Alice looked puzzled.
"The same Rosalie that works at McDonald's?" Please say no.
"Of course, who else would I…"
I cut Alice off, "Rosalie is a bitch! I didn't even know you knew her."
"She is my total BFF, Bella!" Alice shrieked with excitement.
I didn't want to hurt my new friend's feelings, but Rosalie treated everyone at work like shit, like she thinks she's better than everyone else. I don't care if she was drop dead gorgeous—the long blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect body—she was still a bitch, and she did work at McDonald's.
"What the fuck is wrong with her, Alice? What is wrong with you? Why would you even be friends with someone like that?" I could feel myself actually start to shake with anger.
Alice's excitement dissipated for just a moment. "I know she seems that way, but seriously, Bella, if you only gave her a chance, you would love her! Plus, the girl knows how to party!"
Glaring at Alice with suspicion, I have to wonder what made Rosalie that way.
"Bella, she is just…confident. She takes her job seriously, sometimes a bit too much." Alice just smirked at me.
"I'll say!" I turn back around to take my laundry up the stairs, almost growling.
"Tomorrow night, 10 pm!" Alice shouts, full of excitement again.
I stopped with a sneer. I started to speak but Alice cut me off, "Bella, you promised you would come. Besides, you are going to help me get things ready and I am going to make you look delicious".
I just ignored her and went back upstairs to get ready for work.
After showering, I stared at myself in the mirror, wondering why she would bother to make me look, how did she put it, delicious. No guy would ever want me; I was too plain. Don't get me wrong; I have been on a couple dates in my life, but nothing spectacular. I really didn't want to go to this party because I knew how uncomfortable I would be.
"FUCK!" I jumped out of my daze. I guess I stood there too long daydreaming, because now I have 10 minutes to get to work, and I didn't want to start the day off with Rosalie being mad at me. I hoped I could make it, my truck hasn't been running very well lately, and it's slow enough already. I rushed down the stairs pulling my hair into a tight ponytail and throwing on my not-so-attractive visor.
I pulled into work just in time and rushed in to clock in and get my hands washed. "Bella!" After catching my breath from being startled to death, I turned around to Rosalie's smiling face.
"H...Hello Rosalie. I'm sorry I am late, my truck wouldn't start," I lied.
"You are not late; I just wanted to talk to you about tomorrow night." Rosalie eyed me skeptically. "Alice tells me you are coming to our party?"
Rolling my eyes, I hesitatingly answered, "Yes, I…I guess so. Alice can be very determined."
"Good! Now get to work, you are taking orders in the drive through tonight." Great, another cold night of hanging out that damn window. I really did hate the drive-thru. Somehow, through my inner complaining, I was struck with an intense, unshakeable feeling, that something big was going to happen tonight. My mood suddenly improved as I smiled and put on my headset.
A/N: So, please let me know what you think. As I said before, this is my first fic, and I have never considered myself as a writer. I have huge plans for this story, fun, drama, lemons—well you get the idea. Now, please review. You can also follow me on twitter...twitter (dot) com / melonscraps