A/N: So this is my first story! I'm very excited for this, and my plan is to try updating at least once every two weeks. But once the summer holidays start, I hope to update more regularly. This is a OC x Rosalie story- my OC is bisexual, and this story does involve same-sex relationship.

I don't own anything except my original characters! Please enjoy and review! :) x

Chapter One

Clenching my hands together, I took a deep breath and held it for five seconds, before releasing. I managed to repeat this calming technique a few times before getting a rather disgruntled look from the passenger neighbouring me. The old man sitting to my right glared at me, his many chins turning red and wobbling as his monobrow scrunched itself up. Deciding it was within my best interests not to pick a fight with the humanoid turkey sitting beside me, I simply raised an eyebrow at him and shifted myself towards the airplane window.

Clouds. I could see no pretty scenery, just a shit tonne of clouds. Sighing to myself, I reached into my red polka dot rucksack in search of my ever elusive headphones.

"Come on you little fuckers," I grumbled under my breath, as I came across my travel snacks and my sketchbook. "Why can you never appear when I need them? I mean, whenever I complain to Mum about losing you, you appear within the minute! The hell dude?!"

My hand brushed against a long coil of wire, "Aha, gotcha!" Gripping the wire tightly, I yanked on the wire and lo and behold, my headphones emerged from their cocoon. Feeling quite pleased with myself I returned my rucksack to its cosy spot under my chair, put my headphones on, plugged them into my iPhone and slumped even further down into my seat.

Using my finger to scroll through my music, I selected 'Mr Brightside' by The Killers and set my music to shuffle. Checking my watch I saw that we only had about a hour left before we landed at Seattle airport. I let out a rather unladylike snort and took a glimpse at my turkey chin chum. He was no longer glaring at me and was instead taking a nap.

"Well," I thought to myself. "He may be a grumpy old git, but he sure has the right idea."

I fidgeted for a moment as I attempted to find a position that would allow me the privilege of not having a numb butt once I awoke an hour later. This of course proved fruitless. Taking one last look out of the window I gazed at the bland misty clouds surrounding the plane. If the weather in Forks was anything like the weather I was currently witnessing, I would have no trouble getting used to the climate. The English weather I am used to is so temperamental that I have learned not to get my hopes up whenever the sun deigns to make an appearance. So if it is cold and wet in Forks once I arrive, I shall hopefully feel right at home. Well, fingers crossed.

Biting my lower lip, I shook my head a little, as if that would shake all my nervous energy out of my body.

Taking another deep breath, I exhaled through my nose and closed my eyes. No, my possible homesickness would be dealt with if and when it appeared, no use worrying about it now.

I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, which was only broken when I heard the sharp, nasal voice of the stewardess over the tannoy system.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we will shortly be arriving at Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. Please ensure your seat belts are buckled and all trays clipped up, to allow us a safe and smooth landing. Thank you for flying with us today."

I grumbled in annoyance at the stewardess' irritating voice and prised my eyelids open. Peering out the window I could see a number of other airplanes chilling by the airport building, and I could also see my previous curiosities about the weather being damp and crisp were accurate.

Rattling and making noises that I'm glad had not appeared earlier, the plane slowly descended and drew to a stop. Exiting the plane, I followed the hoard of people off into the building.

Once I managed to recover my two extremely large suitcases, and my additional medium sized suitcase, I slowly hobbled my way towards the host of people gathered near the arrival gates.

Keeping one eye peeled for Charlie and Bella, my mind wandered off- curious as to what the Swans were like now. The last time we had met was ten years ago when I was eight and Bella was seven. I had always been the louder, more deranged child who enjoyed pulling stupid faces and dancing around, performing for our parents. Whereas Bella had instead been much quieter, preferring to aid me in my crazy schemes and cheering me on when I put on performances for our parents, rather than concocting schemes herself, or being the star of her own performance.

But it worked. We balanced one another out- she calmed me down when necessary and I would encourage her to move out of her comfort zone and to try new things.

My mother and father, William and Elizabeth Roux had met Bella's parents Charlie and Renee Swan when they were on their honeymoon, with little ol' me growing in my mothers belly, road tripping across America. And they had kept in contact with Charlie and Renee, taking me over to visit them every couple of years although this stopped when Charlie and Renee split, as neither of my parents wanted to appear like they were favouring one or the other. So instead we were limited to letters and phone calls. And while it had been many years since we had seen one another in person, Bella and I regularly kept in contact via email.

When Bella emailed me to let me know she was moving back to Forks to stay with Charlie, she had begged me to consider joining her- to move in with her and Charlie and complete my schooling in America. Charlie had been very useful in persuading my parents to allow me to move, claiming it to be 'life-enhancing' and 'a chance to experience freedom before I officially fly the nest'. I suspected Bella had a hand in devising these excuses, which all sounded like a load of codswallop to me but eh, who am I to complain, they sure did they job!

Bella was the Gromit to my Wallace. The Ernie to my Eric. The Robin to my Batman! The-! My internal monologue was suddenly interrupted by a loud squealing.

"Luce!" My mind snapped back to reality, which was now hurtling towards me at a rather alarming speed.

"Oooff!" I gasped, as I was glomped by Bella, who was being followed by an apologetic looking Charlie carrying a small suitcase. Amused, I embraced Bella back tightly before pulling away from her to allow me to get a proper look at my best friend, whom I hadn't seen in ten years. At 5ft 6, I was about two inches taller than Bella but other than that she still looked every bit the girl from my childhood. She still had her thick brown hair and deep chocolate brown eyes with a pale complexion, which was currently a little flushed from her excitement.

"Of course... Just look at that..." I shook my head, grinning at Bella. "Still an albino I see!" Bella gave a mock gasp, and shook her head at me.

"Now, now," She tutted back at me, before grinning. "Still an immature dolt I see!" We both giggled, and grabbed each other again, pulling one another into another hug.

"Ahem," I heard Charlie clearing his throat behind Bella. I released Bella from my arms and spun around, leaping into Charlie's arms. A bear hug is course the best way to greet someone.

"Uncle Charlie! And you are still as awkward as ever!" I beamed at him. Catching me in his arms, Charlie barked out a laugh.

"Ha, well… You know me," He said, his stubbled cheeks reddening. "It's been a while kiddo. You've certainly grown up! God, you look so much like your parents…" Charlie trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

Bella and I glanced at each other sharing a smile at Charlie's embarrassment.

"So," I piped up. "When did you fly in, Bella?" I eyed the small suitcase by Charlie's feet.

"Oh, I only got in about 20 minutes before your plane arrived. Um, yeah… Me and Char- I mean Dad, " She hesitated a second before continuing. "We just hung out here till your arrival." She shuffled a little and fiddled with the zip on her hoody.

"Christ on a bike," I mused in my head. "If these two get anymore awkward, I'm going to need to give a serious intervention. The familial bond must be sparked once more! They must leave on a journey of self discovery, in order to reignite what once-"

"Luce?"

"-was. I shall lead them in team-building exercises, trust falls, maybe even a good ol' therapy session… the whole shebang! Who knows maybe i can even-"

"LUCE!"

I blinked. Charlie and Bella were both staring at me amused.

"I forgot how much you daydream," Bella sniggered at me. Charlie simply raised an eyebrow.

"Well, come along kiddos. Let's get a move on," Charlie picked up Bella's suitcase, one of my big suitcases and looked at my two other cases, before realising he only had so many hands to hold them with. I giggled at his irked expression.

"Don't worry Charlie, I'm sure Bells and I can handle these two cases. We're strong, independent women who can manage heavy objects!" I exclaimed, with great enthusiasm. Charlie cast me a doubtful look. I let out a small sigh before amending my previous statement.

"Ok, ok… Maybe we're not very strong, but I'm sure we can at least drag and manoeuvre the cases towards the car. Happy now?" I cocked a hip, raising an eyebrow at Charlie. He sent me a wink and replied, "Sure thing, kiddo."

Oh my god. This was almost as bad as when I once walked in on my parents having sex. Well, ok not quite that horrifying. But still… The small talk Bella and Charlie are currently attempting to make is cringeworthy.

"Your hair is longer," Charlie noted. I saw Bella fidget, and twirl a strand of hair around her pinky finger.

"I er, I cut it since last time."

"Oh," He comments. "Well, I guess it grew out again." Bella shrugged in reply, catching my eye in the rear mirror.

God almighty. I had slept for most of the drive back to Forks, so thankfully I'd missed the earlier parts of the conversation, but now it seemed time for me to make myself known once again.

"So, what's the plan for dinner tonight?" I said, just as my tummy let out a loud roar. Whoops. What can I say, I have a big appetite! I gave Charlie a sheepish grin.

He chuckled, "Well, I'm not much of a cook. I normally just go out at the diner. So once we've dropped off both yours and Bells luggage and cleaned up a little, we can head out."

I nodded in reply, my stomach making another wailing cry in its desperate need for food.

About 5 minutes later we pulled up into the drive of Charlie's house, and heaved our bags across the threshold.

Charlie took us upstairs to show us our new bedrooms. He gestured to his left.

"Well Bella, your room is still here. I've just left it the same as it used to be…" He said.

Charlie then turned to me, and gestured to the room across the hall from Bella's bedroom.

"I fixed up the old guest room for you, Luce. Figured you might want a more teen friendly decor and I'm sure you'd rather not share Bells' room," explained Charlie. "Be ready to head out to the diner in 10 minutes, ok girls?" He gave me and Bella a small nod before heading back downstairs. Bella and I simply gave one another a knowing look and snickered, before entering our respective rooms.

My eyes widened upon entering my new room. Charlie had really outdone himself this time. Three of the walls were painted white and the fourth wall was painted a dark purple. The fourth wall had a pin-board, a large mirror and enough space for me to put up some of my photos and posters. There was a large queen sized bed, then opposite the bed was a white built in wardrobe. The room felt open and spacey yet homely. I let out a contented laugh, dropped my bags on the floor and leapt onto my new bed. Relaxing back into the soft sheets I could feel my eyes slowly fluttering shut, against all my attempts to stay awake.

"Food! Come on Luce! Hold on just an hour or so, then we can crash after we've eaten at the diner." I mentally begged myself. "We need food, so hungry… Need pie…" And the next instant, as swift as a coursing river, I was out like a light.

I vaguely remember Bella shaking me awake a couple hours later, to let me know that her and Charlie had already been out to eat. They had apparently tried to wake me earlier but to no avail, so they had made sure to bring me back some takeaway food from the diner to settle my ravenous stomach. I had hastily shovelled the pie down my throat before attempting to give Bella a hug. Which, according to Bella, I had failed miserably at due to me crashing out once more mid-hug. So understandably, I had been left alone to return to my slumbering state.