Twilight, Weight Gain. Chapter 1.

I am trying to follow the story line of the movie as best as I can - things that aren't in the book or movie shall be added.
Don't like weight gain? Don't read. Simple;3 ENJOY!

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Isabella Swan was a slim girl, her brown hair curling past her shoulders, her chocolate brown eyes contrasting with her pale skin. Though she had lived in Arizona for all her life, she never seemed to tan, making her an outcast. Her mother had been dating Phil, a baseball player, for a while now and had decided to travel, because of this Bella wished to stay with her father. He lived in a small town called Forks, the rain poured a majority of the time, the sun a rare occasion for the residents who resided in this town.

Sat in her father's cop car, she stared out onto the street, remembering quite a few places, even if it had been years. They talked, but rarely, for it was obvious they weren't social people. Her father was a thin man, his hair just as dark as her's, and his skin almost as pale. His moustache was thick and well-groomed.

Eventually she stepped out of the car, the temperature much more noticeable then it had been when she stepped off of the plane. Adjusting to the cooler air, she then gathered her belongings and entered her new home. Inhaling heavily, she moved up the stairs, he eyes barely wandering.

Having entered her room, an awkward smile broadened onto her lips. Old pictures she had made when she was younger were still pinned to the wall, though a few things had changed. Thankfully Charlie didn't hover, it was something she had always hated people doing for she never really knew how to socialise.

The change would be all too much for her, but she'd have to deal with it - somehow. An engine sounded outside, Bella approaching the window. Looking out onto the drive, she noted the man in the wheelchair, and the burlier, taller male stood by him. Recognising him, she then descended the stairs and stepped out of the door.

Approaching them, she found Charlie had beaten her to it. Forcing a crooked smile onto her lips, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, her eyes lowered for a second or two.

"Hi, I'm Jacob," said the boy with the long brown hair, his somewhat large muscles shown through his tight fitting top. "um, we used to make mud pies when we were little," he chuckled.

"um, yeah, I remember," she smirked, a littler laugh sounding.

After Charlie and Billy had done play fighting, they both approached, Charlie standing by the old truck. "So, how do you like your present?"

Bella rose her right brow, a questioning look shown as she tried to think of what he had meant.

"The truck," Charlie said with a smile.

Turning to look at it, a smile broadened over her lips, a grateful look lighting her eyes. "Wow. Seriously? O-Oh my god," she faltered, her teeth shown. "I love it!"


Both Charlie and Billy spoke in another room, allowing Jacob and Bella to catch up. The day continued well, both Bella and her friend laughing, recalling things they had done when she was younger.

Soon she waved them off, her right hand tucked into her back pocket, cupping her arse. As she turned to walk into the living room, she remembered she would be starting at a school the next day. Gnawing at her lip, a short frown was shown. Her stress had returned. Wanting to be at ease once more, she wandered into the kitchen without intending on doing so. She had eaten only hours before, and her stomach no longer needed to be fed, so why had she began to route through the cupboard?

Gathering a medium-sized portion, she seated herself at the small rounded table. Eating quite a bit, she then noted it was more than she would normally consume. Feeling full, she rose to her feet. She felt more relaxed than she had done, it seemed as if the food had helped, but she managed to resist an extra helping.

Clambering the stairs, she then entered her room. Undressing herself, she pulled on a pair of pyjama bottoms, then pulled on a shirt, her hair scraped back into a ponytail. Climbing under the covers, her attempt to sleep failed as she thought. Eventually she managed to drift off, her knees bending and her toes curling in.