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The Principal of an Apple:
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Chapter song: Sixx: Am; Tomorrow:

Tomorrow,
You're gonna have to live with the things you say,
Tomorrow,
You'll have to cross bridges that you burned today,
Tomorrow and everything you do, it's coming back to you, You'll never outrun what waits for you,
Tomorrow.

1

Only living with your dad has it's major fallbacks.

However, logically, when you only live with your father and you mother is an absent figure in your head, it's just going to royally suck and I can second that. Charlie, my father, is a very humble man. So it's near painful to come to him with womanly problems. The first time I had to endure those wicked cramps the - think I'm gonna die cramps so please god knock me the fuck out - type, and then bled for the first time, he had flushed, stuttered, and said he heard the phone ringing (so not true) after I'd asked him, 'why am I bleeding from my vagina?' Seriously, I thought I was dying. On more then one occasion, I'd get the same response from him; any type of girl advice, simple pick ups of pads or tampons; the very first time I shopped for my bra... It was always a struggle for Charlie and I.

However, I loved my dad dearly. I loved his quirks and dry humor. I loved when he smiled, his brown eyes - a replica of mine, would crinkle at the sides, portraying his amusement; which was usually aimed at my clumsy expense. I loved how he was devoted to his job, trying his hardest to keep the towns people of Forks safe. I loved that even though it was hard as fuck raising a girl without the aid of your wife; he never gave up, and did his best. Needless to say, I was a daddy's girl through and through.

However, on that particular, fateful morning, daddy could kiss my pale ass.

The thing is he's a man. Guys can just roll out of bed, smack on some dry deodorant, bailey brush their hair, throw on whatever clothes happen to be in their line of sight and deem themselves ready for the day. Pit stains? Makes me more of a man. Wrinkly shirt? Who cares. But this isn't the case for us girls. Absolutely not. It takes us a least an hour - more for some - to see fit that we are ready. Shower. Makeup. Clean, non-wrinkly, clothes. Hair perfect. Matching shoes and purse... the list goes on.

My dad just didn't understand my logic though.

I found that out the hard way.

Nine o'clock on the dot my dad barged into my room on a Saturday morning, yelling, "Bella! Are you up!"

Ugh.

I had stuck my head under my pillow in fear when I first heard his voice. It was from the safety of my pillow that I slurred, "I wasn't a second ago."

"So then, you're up?" he asked again.

I slid from under my pillow, squinting up at him sleepy. "Yes dad, I'm up." I confirmed slowly, "However, It'd be nice to not be up, so if you don't mind..."

Get the fuck out!

He shook his head. "I need you to come to the store with me," he said, as he unleashed the big guns. No, I don't mean his actual cop guns, but his big brown eyes, which was utterly unfair. I couldn't say no to those!

"Dad." I whined. "Why do I need to accompany you? You're a big boy, can't you go yourself?"

My dad fidgeted.

It perked up my interest quickly. I smiled coyly at him as I ambled to my knees, the blankets falling around my waist. "Dad why do you need me to come with you?" I asked again, this time with a smirk slapped on my tired face. This ought to be good.

His mustache twitched. "Bells..."

"Dad..." I mocked.

He sighed. "Alright, alright. I may or may not have a date later tonight." As he said that, the bridge of his nose flush red, which crawled across his nose and cheeks.

My smirk turned into a full smile. "A daaaaate?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes Bella, a date. I wanted to... I don't know cook something for her, to impress her I guess. We really don't have much here, and I need your help. And since we're on the subject could you maybe clear out, just for tonight?"

I smiled. My fathers relationships were lacking. Never has he talked about another woman, nor dated one, since my mother walked out on us all those years ago; so this was big. Really big. My answer came easily and happily. "Sure can. And I'll love to help, just give me an hour to get ready."

My dad shook his head. "No can do. I gotta be at the station in an hour."

I blinked. "What?"

"I took an early shift so I can have my night free. We got to leave now."

"Forty five minutes?"

"Nope."

"Thirty five?"

"Uh uh."

"Twenty minutes?"

"Nope... more like five."

I gasped. "There's no way!" I told my chicanery father. Was he freaking insane? I just woke up! No doubt did I have a drool line track down my cheek!

"Sorry kiddo. I'll wait in the car. Five minutes."

And then he was gone, leaving me behind very much gaping like an ugly fish.

Two minutes passed and I was still paralyzed in my bed, limps tiredly stagnating and refusing to move, and then I heard the car horn from outside my window. The beep knocked me out of my trance and I sprang into action.

I was a flurry of movement as I jumped out of my bed and almost fell; no surprise there. Growing up I'd always been an extremely clumsy child. Having only two minutes left, I quickly shimmied out of my pajamas and threw on some black sweats and an oversized gray hoodie that'd seen better days. The thing swallowed up my frame whole, and it looked like I was drowning in fabric. It would have to do.

I ran a brush quickly through my bed head, and risked glancing in the mirror. I winced. My hair was disgustingly greasy, curls limply repulsive, most likely weighed down in pounds of grease. Fishing for a ponytail, I tried to make the disaster that was my hair less horrid to look at. A pulled up ponytail did nothing. But shit, it would have to work.

The second beep of a horn was more persistent then the first, telling me my time was up.

Shit.

I slipped on my Converse and ran outside before my dad decided to drive his car through my room or something. What? It could happen.

I slipped into the passenger side of the cruiser, feeling grumpy.

I coasted a glare at him as I buckled myself up. "I look awful... like I just rolled out of bed. Oh wait. That's because I did!"

My dad chuckled while he pulled out of the driveway. "Bells, you like fine."

I huffed and slammed my back against the leather seat. "Have you even looked at me?"

"Sure." He said. It was then he slid his eyes to me and then did a double take. He fought off a smile. "You look lovely sweetie."

"Eyes on the road, Chief." I gritted out.

He just laughed, but did as I told him. We lapsed into silence then, neither of us minding. My dad had to crack the silence however by saying, "Hopefully we... ah... won't see anyone there." Someone cracking an egg flashed in my head, a loud sizzling originating from the pan. My anger was like the sizzling, but then it swiftly turned to complete fear when what he said set in. Oh god, what if I did see someone?

My thoughts halted however, when I realized the way my dad said anyone. He wasn't just talking about anybody from my school, he was talking about him. I had a huge crush on the new guy who had just moved to my school a few months ago. He and his twin sister moved from Chicago - for whatever reason -to rainy Forks. I had no girl friends to talk to about this, nor a mother, so clearly I told my dad. It was embarrassing for the both of us, but it felt good just to tell someone. To his credit he did try to give me advice.. uh, sorta. His words were, 'well Bells if you like the guy, man up and talk to him already,' which is way easier said then done because whenever I came face to face with him I turn into a fool - a complete dolt. I would stutter, turn beet red, and trip over my own damn feet just to run away from the guy. So I avoided him at all costs. I'm sure he didn't even notice me anyways. People like him didn't belong with people like me. It was a simple fact.

Finally I managed a response, "I'll never talk to you again." I threatened none too lightly.

My dad chuckled nervously as he pulled into the markets parking lot and found an open space. "I doubt we'll see him. Don't worry."

"Sure," I mumbled under my breath as I got out of the car. Forks was damn tiny, I would have been surprised if I didn't see him. If I got lucky and he wasn't shopping I'd pass every damn test that year.

I trailed after my dad while squelching the bottom of my hoodie in my hand. Acting sly, I peeked from side to side as my dad grabbed a shopping cart and entered the store. Together we went on the hunt for food for dad's date later tonight.

"What do you plan on cooking?" I asked him, still in James Bond mode, acting all sly and sneakily looking around. Shit, not too long ago I almost made a little boy cry by jumping because he had red hair. I was going fucking crazy with this suspense. I cleared my throat. "I mean what can you cook?"

"Eh... I don't know I'm not much of a cook." He said, frankly sounding at a loss.

I snorted. "You really aren't," I agreed.

He coasted a glare at me while aimlessly going down an aisle.

I smiled. "Alright. How about you make your spaghetti squash?" I asked him. "You can make your famous sauce to go with it. That'll wow her."

Charlie really wasn't much of a cook. In our home, I did all the cooking. Nevertheless, he did have a few recipes up his sleeves - they were just very few and far between. His spaghetti squash was one of them.

He smiled. "Alright. Great idea Bells."

Despite my anxiousness I helped my dad pick up all the necessary ingredients. It went by quite fast, thankfully. The last thing we needed was the tomatoes, and squash and we'd be outta there. Sweet!

Charlie steered us toward the squash section in the produce, "Hm..."

I laughed. "Dad they all look the same."

He mock glared at me. "Bells, I have to make the right choice if I want my famous spaghetti squash to be spectacular so I can 'wow' my lady friend."

I giggled, "Whatever you say old man."

He smirked and then turned his back to find the 'right' squash. Once he picked the lucky one, he tossed it into our cart. "Tomatoes and that's all."

I nodded and followed him to the stand of tomatoes, eying the high tower of apples that we had to pass. I knew that I had to watch out for that; knowing me, I'd knock it all down or something horrible like that.

I stopped. And that, my friends, is when my luck went spiraling down hill. I spotted a familiar copper haired male peering down at the lettuce heads. I'd deny it later but I think I may have squeaked like a fucking mouse.

No this can't be happening! I thought desperately. It felt like my heart jumped to my throat, choking me. I think I'm going to barf.

Charlie looked at me, his face a picture of a question mark. "Bella?"

I bet I was pale as a ghost.

Edward.

Edward fuckin' Cullen.

Oh my god!

My green eyed, bronze hair, god was here, and I looked like utter shit. Run Bella, flee! Quick before he sees you! With my eyes transfixed on the guy that I had a die hard crush on, I backed up a few steps, ignoring my dads consent questions of 'Bella's?' Edwards head then slanted slightly, enough that I could see a flash of one of is beautiful green eyes. Oh shit. Abort, abort, before he sees you! I spun around and dipped behind the closest thing, which had to be the tower of apples. Oh shesh, I totally just fucked this all up. Why in the world did I - the most clumsy girl ever - duck behind a tower of damn apples? Not even a stable tower either. I think I might have left my brain on my pillow this morning, I thought because as soon as I ducked behind the unsteady, flock of apples, it wavered, like a building about to tumble. My hands shot up quickly as if I had the power to prevent it from falling.

"Please no." I breathed with my eyes on the staggering tower of apples. "Please just no."

It was useless. All at once the various apples of greens and reds tumbled over, the avalanche of apples pooled around us all. Everyone in the produce section was accursed with the red and green apples.

"Bella!" My dad yelled in concern.

Shit.

Had to yell my name, did ya?

My whole face immediately roused with my common blush, it was another thing I inherited from my dad, as everyone turned accusing looks my way. Some huffed, others rolled their eyes, and a few laughed. They weren't the ones I cared about, however. Edward was closer then I'd thought. He was staring at me with a wicked smirk on his face as he leaned down to pick up one of the many red apples on the floor, and whirled the fruit around in his gorgeous dignified hands - I loved his hands. God smack, I watched him wipe the apple on his tight black V-neck shirt, and then drew it up to his full, red lips. Still smirking he took a bite, lips wrapping around the flesh of the apple. I was appalled as Edward chewed slowly while his eyes sweep up and down my godawful appearance, very slowly. Causing even more distress on my part, he winks before striding off, leaving me fucking horrified.

He had finally noticed me.

All because of a damn apple.

Fuck my life.

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