Hate....Or Love?

A/N: Ok so I just randomly got this idea, and really wanted to write it. I know I've started another fanfic, but I really have no idea where to go with it, so until I get some new ideas, I'm gonna write this one! Please review, they really make my day and keep me motivated to keep writing! I already have the next chapter written, and will post it if I get some reviews!

I do not own Twilight, unfortunately, Stephanie Meyer does. I just own the plot of this story.

Chapter 1: New Home and Old Memories

Deep breaths, Bella, deep breaths, I told myself, trying to calm myself down, whilst staring out the window at the gorgeous shades of green and blue that whipped past, which created a blurry sight. The beautiful scenery and the angle the light shone down on the grass, illuminating the tips and bouncing off in every direction, calmed me down slightly, as I slowly turned to face ahead and saw that we were drawing nearer and nearer to the most dreaded place on Earth.

The Cullen Mansion.

That brought back the worries and hyperventilating. My previous, might I mention horrifyingly embarrassing, encounters of the Cullen Mansion flooded my memory as I tried to shut them out and focus on the stunning, elegant house that we were slowly approaching. Too slowly. My eyebrows raised, suspiciously, as my gaze now locked onto Miss Graystone, my foster carer, who seemed to be staring off into space, whistling a bit too nonchalantly, whilst drumming her fingers on the wheel, casually. There seemed to be an imperturbable atmosphere in the car that only worried me instead of calming me. Miss Graystone was not known as calm. In fact, 'calm' was the complete opposite of Miss Graystone, as only the slightest problem would set off the switch on her nervous system, and cause her to run around screaming, until she can find someone who can miraculously calm down her neurotic ways. She seemed to notice my sceptical gaze as she quickly tensed up and avoided my eyes.

"Everything OK, Bella?" she asked faking curiosity and glancing up in the rear view mirror, as she knew perfectly well that everything was not OK. I just stared at her, emitting all the emotions I could muster up on my face to her, and giving off a vibe that could only be described as hostile from an innocent bystander, but known only too well by Miss Graystone. She sighed and loosened her grip on the wheel slightly.

"I know you don't want to move in with the Cullen's, but you have to. I'm getting too old to look after a teenage girl and can't do it anymore. Your mother was also best friends with Esme Cullen and she clearly stated that if anything should happen at your foster home, you should immediately be given in to Esme and her family. They will look after you perfectly well, so don't worry", Miss Graystone assured me, smiling slightly, but I hardly felt assured. I didn't want to move in with the Cullen's. They already hated me; I doubted they would now welcome me into their house with open arms and jump at the opportunity of me living with them.

"Look, Miss Graystone, I did some pretty...embarrassing stuff to the Cullen's", I started fidgeting with my sleeves, knowing when I said 'Cullen's', I actually meant Edward Cullen, and continued hesitantly, "and I...I really don't think they want me here" I mumbled quietly.

"Oh, sweetie, don't worry; I'm sure they'll be fine. Oh look!" She gasped, obviously stunned. We were pulling into the large, gravel driveway and for the first time in what had seemed like years, I was looking at the Cullen Mansion up close.

I suppose I shouldn't have been so shocked to see the house, after all I had spent quite a lot of time there. But as I stared at the magnificent house before me, shock flooded through my body. It was even grander than before. The beautiful grass courtyard that surrounded the house was full of a variety of flowers, all springing up from the ground, and covering every space. Red, yellow, purple, blue, all these colours came into sight as I tried to find one space of land that was not covered in sprouting flowers. Then there was the actual large, brick house. It looked like something from an old, fairytale book with its large oak door and its circular windows.

As Miss Graystone was attempting, unsuccessfully might I add, to park the car in a small, cramped space beside a towering tree and producing a rather colourful range of expletives I thought not possible to come from the mouth of a lady so old, I saw a young woman rush out of the house excitedly, whilst clapping her hands together and smiling radiantly. Must be Esme, I thought to myself, rolling my eyes. She didn't seem to have changed in the slightest bit. Still her optimistic, exuberant self. Miss Graystone eventually managed to squash the car into the tiny space, and I opened the car door only to be met with a glowing Esme, whose smile I thought couldn't get any wider but then grew even larger to my amazement.

"Oh, Bella!" Esme gushed, and embraced me in a hug that was so tight, I thought I might suffocate soon.

"Esme! It's great to see you!" I said, as I plastered a smile on my face, and gently eased away from her embrace trying to maintain my enthusiastic tone.

"Oh you too, Bella. Come on inside, everyone's waiting. Oh! You must be Miss Graystone, Bella's foster carer. Do come in, you're welcome to stay for a cup of tea with my husband, Carlisle, and I" said Esme, visibly getting happier at the thought of more people in her household.

"Oh, it's quite alright. I just came to see Bella off. I should be leaving now, actually." Miss Graystone said, with a hint of sadness in her tone. I had never really got the chance to tell Miss Graystone how much I appreciated her looking after me, and now felt slightly sad at the fact that we would most probably never see each other again.

"Bye" I muttered quietly and waved at her as she got back into the car and drove off down the magnificent gravel driveway. As the car got further away, Esme and I started walking back to her house, making small talk. I was dreading the moment that I would actually see the Cullen's. Ok, to be honest, I was dreading the moment I would be seeing Edward Cullen in specific.

"So, Bella. How are you? You haven't been here since you were 8! Now look at you, seventeen and so gorgeous!" Esme said, smiling down at me. I blushed slightly at that last comment.

"I'm fine, thanks. You're right, it's been ages! How is everyone?" I asked, trying to act casual.

"Oh everyone's fine. We've all been eager for your arrival!" She said, as we now approached the large oak door. I snorted silently.

Yeah. Right.

Everyone was so eager.

As the door slowly creaked open, I stepped inside and immediately took in my new surroundings. From my memories, the place hadn't changed a bit. The grand, marble staircase wound its way up to the very top of the house and the beautiful chandelier still hung gracefully from the ceiling, glittering fantastically. It was like a palace, rather than someone's home.

"Wow" I muttered, still stunned from it all. I dropped my bags on the floor beside me, and let my eyes wander all over the magnificent house.

"Wow, indeed" I heard a smooth, velvet voice behind me. I instantly froze as that voice stuck in my brain. That voice could belong to none other than...

"Edward! Ah, you're here! Please could you show Bella to her room? And make sure she knows her way around the house?" Esme said suddenly, as she popped her head out from behind the kitchen. Then she disappeared again, followed by a loud sound of pots and pans clattering. Slowly, as slowly as I could, I turned around to look at Edward Cullen properly, for the first time in 9 years. He stood, leaning against the wall, with his arms folded and his gorgeous, amber eyes boring right into mine, obviously appraising me. His unique, bronze coloured hair was all dishevelled but yet seemed to look perfect on him, and made him look even more striking. Ok he did not look anything like this when we were eight. Now he looked like some living, breathing Adonis who I was living with. Ok, Bella, snap out of it. You hate this guy, just let him show you your room and get it over with. I quickly snapped out of my reverie and darted my eyes to the floor.

"Of course, mum. Anything for Bella" he said, with an amused look on his face, and noticeably placing a lot of emphasis on my name.

"Come on, your room is up the stairs" said Edward in his perfect, musical voice, and reached down to pick up my bag.

"Oh no it's fine, I can take-" I started to protest stupidly but was instantly cut off.

"Bella, it's fine, seriously, let's just get to your room" Edward said impatiently, and I silently followed him up the stairs. What had happened to me? I was never speechless around him before! I never got lost in those dreamy, gorgeous eyes of his or wanted to run my fingers through his amazing, bronze hair....Ok Bella, you're doing it again, just stop thinking about him like that! We reached a small, white door which had a very intricate flower pattern carved into it and after a few moments of an awkward silence, Edward said lamely,

"So this is your room..." He started fidgeting with his sleeves, awkwardly, and avoided my eyes. He had just seemed so confident and calm a moment ago, why was he acting all nervous all of a sudden?

"Yeah...I guess I'll go unpack. See ya Edward" I said hurriedly, wanting to get inside my room as quickly as possible. As I was about to shut my door, Edward suddenly stuck his foot in the way, preventing me from closing it. I looked up at him, curiously.

"Bella, it's errr, it's good to see you again. Even after...what happened..." he trailed off ineptly.

"Oh, yeah, um, you too!" I said, then immediately shut the door, wanting to just get away from all the awkwardness, probably leaving a very confused Edward on the other side.

Not bothering to be careful, I flung my bags onto the floor and strode over to my bed, sighing and flopping down onto the gentle, soft sheets. Inhaling the scent of freshly washed sheets, I started thinking about everything and how complicated my life was actually starting to become. Problem number 1: Edward Cullen. This was definitely my top priority as now I was starting to see Edward in a different light. Before, he used to be my 'friend' who I absolutely despised and had prank wars with. I never actually thought about him romantically. However these feelings I was starting to have were almost definitely unrequited, I was sure. Now he was just...gorgeous and seemed perfect in every way and I was afraid. How was I meant to act around him? Had he forgiven me for what I did? Do I mention what happened all those years ago or just play along with the charade of the 'perfect girl'? Does he even find me remotely attractive? All these unanswered questions were filling up my brain, clouding over everything else as I worried over them constantly. What was even worse is that now I have to put up with meeting the rest of the Cullens. I had come to the conclusion that maybe, there was a slight possibility, Edward had forgiven me. Now I had to face the other Cullens and see if they too have forgiven me, or are the ones to hold grudges. I groaned loudly, grabbing the pillow and forcing it down on my face. Suddenly, I heard a gentle knock on my door and knew I couldn't stay in my room forever.

"Come in!" I shouted loudly, though my voice was muffled due to the fact the pillow was still placed over it. The door softly creaked open, and I lifted the pillow off my face, squinting at the person who entered my room, the bright light distorting my vision. It was Esme and she was looking slightly nervous, twiddling her fingers subconsciously, and hesitating slightly, while I stared at her curiously. She must have noticed my curious gaze as she quickly blurted out,

"Alice and Emmet are back and would like to meet you now. They've been ever so excited to see you and are waiting downstairs in the living room". Oh no. My stomach tightened as I felt slightly sick and nervous. Now was the moment to find out what everyone thought of me after all these years and I couldn't avoid it. Groaning inwardly, I rose from bed, stretching and stood up.

"Thanks Esme, I'll be down in a minute" I said, trying to be as nonchalant and casual as I could about the situation. Esme just nodded silently and slipped away out the door. Ok Bella, it's fine, they're just people. Edward has forgiven you so they will too, I kept repeating over and over in my head. I took a deep breath and reached for the handle of the door. Time to face the music.

A/N: AHHH Ok so that was the end of the chapter and I'm really nervous about putting it up because I don't really like it that much, but hopefully, you all do! Please review, I love it when I get a little email saying I've got a review! Keep in mind that I did actually write this at 1 in the morning. Ok enough rambling, HOPE YOU ALL LIKED IT!