AN: This is a look at a Bella and Edward not so different from you and me. There are no glamorous jobs, or trust funds here, just hard work and plenty of fun. I've been working on this for a while, and while it is drabbler-ish, sometimes the chapters run a little long. They tend to be between 400-1500 words and I do have a large bank on this one. I will post at least three chapters a week, sometimes you'll get them in a burst, like today, other times there will be one post three times in the week. Other times I'll spoil you because I want to get you through a particular moment. Just know that I've got many things I'm working on and this is in the rotation with everything else. I've got another drabbler fic that you're going to get soon (today really is about the bounty of the harvest *snickers*) which will be more sporadic in its posting, but you'll learn more about that one in the author's note for that one. To all of my readers celebrating Thanksgiving today, have a happy, and to everyone else, Happy Thursday. Among the things I'm thankful for, are team AGW, which includes three amazing pre-readers, tkegl, burntcore, and DICATAKADD, and my amazing wifey, mizzdee. And of course, all of my readers, for sticking with me on these crazy rides.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Story is rated M for language, and lemons.

Chapter 1

BPOV

Breathe, you can do this.

I looked at the display of my phone, cursing that I had to squint to see the time through the crack on the screen. I seriously needed this job, and I knew that it wasn't going to be easy.

I'd applied when I first got back into town in July, but Eleazar had been on a cruise with his wife, Carmen, so Tanya had interviewed me. Let's just say I came home and contemplated tying sand bags to my ankles and jumping off one of the ferries into Puget Sound.

So after six months of failing to find anything, Charlie decided to add insult to injury.

My dad went into Forks Hardware and Lumber yesterday and happened to catch Eleazar in one of the aisles while he was doing inventory. The two of them got to talking, like small town folk do, and he mentioned as nonchalantly as a tactless man can that it was a shame that I hadn't been the right fit for the store, because he knew how good I was at doing things around the house. Eleazar had looked at my dad confused and asked what he meant.

Forty-five minutes later, my dad called to tell me that I had an interview with Eleazar at 8:15 the next morning.

It was 8:09 now … I think.

Taking one last deep breath, I got out of my truck and jogged across the parking lot so that I wasn't completely drenched when I made it inside.

The bell above the door trilled, signaling my entrance as I pulled off my hood and walked up to the register. A girl with corn silk hair sat at the register in a ridiculously low cut shirt under her smock and she had a cigarette hanging from her lip. I was about to ask her where I could find Eleazar when a voice boomed from the first aisle.

"Lauren, no smoking in the store!" I looked over as the man who the frightening voice belonged to walked out of the aisle and stared me down. "Are you Bella Swan?"

"Yes, Sir," I told him, holding out my hand until I saw the annoyed look on his face.

"Come with me into the office," he muttered as he turned and walked to the back of the store. I followed him through the curtain into the backroom and over to the office door. He opened it and gestured for me to walk in, closing it behind him.

Eleazar was sitting behind his desk, a big smile on his face. "Bella, I'm so sorry about the confusion when you first came in. Now, that you've met Amun, we can begin your interview."

I sat there for a few minutes, answering Eleazar's questions about my knowledge of hardware and my willingness to learn how to do things so I could help customers, while Amun seemed to think I was an addict of some sort.

This was fucking Forks! Where were these raging keggers that he thought I'd be getting sloshed at?

As Eleazar thanked me for coming in, he walked me out of the office and told me I'd hear from them in a few days. I walked down the last aisle and halfway through the store when I was almost ambushed by a greasy-looking middle aged guy with a name tag that read 'Al.'

"How'd it go?" he whispered, leaning in way too close for my comfort.

What. The. Fuck?