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Circumstance by twilightgrl61692

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4913079/1/

Story Summary:

After her mother's sudden death, Bella finds herself living with her father in lonely

old Forks, Washington. Depressed and confused, Bella enters a new world with

her first steps into Forks High. She finds a new friend in Alice, and a mystery in

her older brother Edward. What is it that intrigues her so much, what is it about

Edward Cullen that makes him so different from the rest of the student body?

Could it be his heightened sense of maturity? Or his dreamy green eyes? But

when Bella discovers his secret, is she to quick to judge…this is the story of Bella

Swan, Edward Cullen and his son Andy.

Prologue

I pulled up to the large white house, symbolic in its sheer massiveness, with a

nervous smile on my face. Alice seemed nice enough, and she was very helpful

with the whole job situation. Babysitting for the Cullens couldn't be that bad, and

if it was a way to win some sort of trust with Edward, I was all for it. I parked my

truck, hopping out and hearing the familiar 'click' as I locked the cabin doors.

I walked timidly up to the front door rapping on it quietly and ringing the doorbell

once. I heard muffled voices and movement, before Alice appeared a huge smile

tugging at the edges of her cheeks. I returned the gesture as she pulled me into

an astonishingly tight hug.

"Bella!" She greeted happily after removing her iron grip from around my neck.

She slung an arm around my shoulders grabbing my bag and setting it the

nearest closet.

She led me past the foyer into a beautifully brilliant white and glass room. It

seemed as if the entire north facing wall didn't even exist, there was so much of a

spectacular view.

"Wow." I gasped taking a step forward as I attempted to gather my thoughts.

The mere sight of this house caused me to lose all ability to form complete

sentences.

"Mi casa es su casa!" She proclaimed gesturing to the expanse that was her

home.

"Its amazing Alice." I complimented. She smiled with a slight nod. At least she

knew how lucky she was. I think their hall closet was bigger then my bedroom…

"Bella I am so excited you decided to come over! It means a lot to the family."

She grinned.

"No problem, you have been such a great friend. I am glad I can return the

favor." She giggled, plopping down on the couch and patting the seat next to her.

"Esme, I am leaving for work be back around nine!" I heard rushed footfalls

ascending the stairs, and turned to face the only person who could ever make a

sound so beautiful.

"See ya soon big bro!" Alice called flipping through a fashion magazine. Edward

gave me a confused glance as he came toward me, but smiled anyway.

"Hey Bella." He greeted with a small wave before he grabbed his jacket and keys

from the end table beside me and vanished out the front door.

"Andy's upstairs, he just woke up about ten minutes ago. He should be down

soon." Alice said, I nodded.

Alice flipped through the channels one by one at lightening speed until she finally

settled on a local news network. I heard what I assumed to be Esme's voice,

before seeing a lovely woman appear from the top of the stairs. Her long caramel

hair fell in soft waves around her cheeks and past her shoulders, and she held

little Andy close to her as she took the stairs two by two.

She seemed to dance over toward us, she had such grace, before setting her

grandson down on the floor in front of Alice.

"Alli!" Andy exclaimed happily reaching up his hands above his head. She smiled

tossing the remote control onto the couch and grabbing him to set in her lap.

That's when I got a good look at this beautiful child. He had bronze hair just like

his father, that unusually thick shade of deep red that befuddled even my mind,

and the brightest green colored irises I had ever seen, nothing like Edward's

more pronounced dark green, but a light almost lime green…he was so

captivating.

"Andy, this is Bella. Can you say hi?" Esme cooed. I smiled waving an arm. He

gurgled in response grabbing at my fingers.

"Hi, Andy!" I played with his tiny hands while Alice continued to bounce him in his

lap.

"Be-ll-da" He pronounced, and I giggled at his name for me tousling his thick

head of hair.

"I think he likes you." Alice whispered as we watched the little boy interact with

me for the first time. I sighed. Finally something to smile about.

Chapter 1

My truck sat idle in the driveway, with me in it, just...sitting. The heavy wind

pounded against the brittle frame of my old Chevy pickup, rocking the cabin

gently with each passing gust. I sighed noticing the strange gray sky of this

foreign place had taken on a new shade of overwhelming blackness.

"Great." I whispered to no one in particular banging my head on the steering

wheel.

Why here? Forks, Washington of all places…why now during the middle of my

junior year? Was I so royally cursed?

I didn't really know what I hoped to accomplish with my procrastination. Why sit

in a cold car in the pouring rain when you had a warm house and a waiting

father? I didn't have a particular reason; I just couldn't bring my fingers to the

handle of the car door. For me, opening this door meant giving up on my past, on

all my happy memories. Something that I had so cherished, especially these past

few weeks. Opening this door, to me at least, was like giving up. Starting over in

a way. I don't think that I was ready for what was to come, if anything was to

come. If anything could come in this crappy small town.

My parents, Charlie and Renee split up a few years back. I remember Renee

trying to explain the situation to me. She told me it was for the best, that we

would be happier this way.

I just stared back at her tears blurring the image of my heartbroken mother. I

tried to listen to her, to hear her reasoning, but it just didn't make sense. How

could we be a family if we had to live far away from each other?

"Don't you love daddy?" I had asked so foolishly attempting to salvage what to

me seemed the perfect family.

"In some ways I will always love your daddy Bella," She cooed smoothing out my

dark curls. "Its just hard now, we aren't happy like we used to be. I promise it

will be better." She reassured kissing my cheek.

I just stood there nodding my head and letting the tears cascade across my rose-

stained cheeks waiting for someone to pop out and scream April Fools! But, I was

never so lucky. And now, like so many times before, I sit staring at the

inevitable; something I try with all my might to avoid or conquer, something I

just can't beat down. Then, it was the depression that followed my parents split.

The time I don't really remember. I think that was when I first realized just how

alone I really was. Not that I didn't have a loving mother to take care of me, but

that was when the realization first hit that their was no going back. My childhood

came to an abrupt standstill. I never really understood why, I just did because I

couldn't do anything else. I had no reason or excuse to give up so I just pushed

on. What else should I have done?

Now, its this little two-bedroom house in the rainy hometown of the man I hadn't

seen in a little over two and a half years; Charlie, my father.

The clouds burst then, erupting into a fit of loud crashes and hackles. The

lightening lit up the darkened sky, bringing with it a surprising amount of dread

and disgust. It's an omen really. The rain. Somehow I knew that the dreary

weather in Forks was just a prediction of what was to come.

As the rain continued its decent from the sky the temperature in my car dropped

dramatically and I realized that it was either freeze to death, or risk getting wet. I

choose the house as my safest bet.

I grabbed my green duffle and threw it over my back trudging through the light

drizzle that would soon turn into heavy rain. The faint image of my father

appeared in the door side window as he motioned frantically for me to get into

the warm house.

He grabbed my duffle from me and threw it against the stairs wrapping an arm

around my shoulders and leading me down the hall into the tiny kitchen.

The walls were painted a deep cream, and had cabinets to match. There was a

little wooden table with three chairs and a medium sized refrigerator. I took one

look at the oven, and hissed a little under my breath. That thing had to be fifty

years old! How was I ever going to learn how to cook on…that?

"I was beginning to wonder if you were ever gonna come out of that car of

yours." Charlie teased kissing me on the forehead before seating himself in the

closest chair. Charlie wasn't usually one for affections, I liked that about our

relationship. He didn't push me.

"Sorry." I apologized indifferently still taking in my surroundings.

Across from the small kitchen I noticed the equally tiny living room with a beaten

up old couch and a matching armchair. A small black coffee table was barley

noticeable under the massive amounts of issues of T.V. Guide and empty beer

cans.

"The house is a little messy, I don't really spend a lot of time here so it just adds

up." I nodded to his comment, fighting the urge to look for his cleaning supplies.

Renee had raised me well, their wasn't a spot in our home back in Phoenix that

didn't sparkle.

"It's a little small, but its home."

He encouraged me to follow him down the hall as he gave me the tour. We

passed through the kitchen into the living room, he pointed out the television and

taught me how to work the remote. I smiled and nodded in genuine thanks at his

generous attitude as he continued the tour.

"Up these stairs and to your left is the bathroom, across the hall is my room and

just beside that yours."

"I like it." I admitted throwing on a happy grin to please Charlie.

"I'm glad. I realize its no mansion, but I am proud of what I have here." He

turned on his heel as if to give his statement a more dramatic effect and stalked

down the hall back toward the living room.

I however wasn't so quick to follow. I wanted to get used to my new home, after

all its where I would no-doubt be spending a majority of my time.

In Phoenix, I was always the nerdy outsider who didn't talk to anyone. I did my

homework, came home straight after classes and made dinner for my mom and

myself. I was quiet, not exactly timid…but not as social as my mother would have

liked for me to be. And I had reason…the only people that ever noticed me were

the guys from the chess club and those stupid girls who found pleasure in my

obvious discomfort and that cared more about their looks then their dignity. It

disgusted me.

I took small steps down the short hallway, trailing my fingers over the cracked

white dry wall that covered the walls. Accompanying the pale paint were various

pictures of myself ranging from birth until present.

I smiled at the picture from kindergarten. That was the year Patrick Wright told

me the Tooth Fairy didn't exist. I had gone home a heart-broken blubbering mess

and my parents both stayed up with me the entire night to make sure she would

come.

Of course being five I didn't have much stamina and fell asleep almost

immediately. It was comforting to have the luxury of both parents in such a close

proximity, a rare occurrence throughout my childhood.

I woke up the next morning with a five-dollar bill underneath my pillow and had

spent the entire day gloating to Patrick about my earnings.

The next few frames held pictures of my mom and me. I was surprised he had

kept these all this time. I figured after the divorce he would try to forget, move

on. But he hadn't and there sitting in front of me was the one woman I longed

the most to see.

My 6th birthday party, my third grade graduation...even my eighth grade

graduation; all pictures of the two of us.

The familiar brown locks that clung to her pale cheeks mirrored my own frazzled

mess and she had the brightest most distinct smile that not even her own

offspring had a chance at imitating.

I traced the dark wood frame with the pads of my fingers, gently caressing the

photograph of my best friend.

Immediately the thought of my recent past brought back the all too familiar

shadow of pain. My vision started to blur and I knew that Charlie wouldn't be able

to handle the onslaught of tears that were threatening my calm façade.

"I think I will start to unpack." I said pointing to the direction of the staircase. He

nodded with a sad smile. I wasn't fooling anybody.

I grabbed my duffle and threw it into the bedroom that I recognized as mine. I

softy closed the door behind me sliding against the cool wood to the soft plush

carpet beneath my feet.

I wound my arms around my legs trying desperately to curb the immense pain I

was now feeling.

Renee. She was gone…that's why I was here. Last month…29 days, four hours,

and – I looked at my watch- 4 minutes ago I lost my mom to a drunk driver.

She didn't come home that day, and I sat pacing around my room wondering

which man was occupying her time at that moment. I seethed at the fact she

hadn't even left me a note, some mother she was.

I cringed at the last thought as the tears spilled over and down my already moist

cheeks.

I remember holding my cell phone in one hand and the home phone in the other

as I paced holes into my bedroom floor. Frequently pulling back the curtains to

get a good look at the driveway down below.

Nothing.

This wasn't like her! She was at least decent enough to leave me some sort of

notice before she went out with her 'friends'. It was bad enough that I had to sit

her at home even when I had that affirming piece of paper in my hand, but today

I had no assurance.

My feet continued their brutal torment to the soft carpet that adorned my

bedroom floor, and my tennis shoes were beginning to permanently wear the

carpet to its breaking point.

"This isn't fair." I kept muttering under my breath. She, my mother of all people,

and still she acquired more dates on a weekly basis then I had my entire

seventeen years of life.

I can't say that I didn't understand her. I did. We were close, my mother and I,

more best friends then mother and daughter. Our relationship was difficult to

describe and even more difficult to maintain. We both pushed each other to our

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