AN: First as we all know SM owns all things Twilight. I'm just letting the voices in my head out to play. I own nothing! This is the only time I will be saying this, but it will not change throughout this story, unfortunately.
I plan to post weekly on Saturday but I'm starting a little early…Happy New Year. I hope you all enjoy my story and review. I don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine, if anyone is interested in helping please let me know.
Point of view will alternate and it will be posted, time frames will at times go back and forth so that will be posted as well. Again, please review so I can make this the best story I can produce, but I would appreciate it if you keep it kind even if you hate what I've written. Thanks and enjoy!
Father Knows Best
Chapter 1
BPOV
February 2011
"I can't believe this" Bella yelled as she pounded the steering wheel of her old truck. This day just keeps getting better and better, she thought as she sat on the side of the road. "Well Bella you have a few choices, sleep here in this piece of shit truck, walk three miles in the pouring rain, or walk and try to catch a ride. The way this day is going I'll get picked up by a serial killer, get caught in a mudslide while I'm walking, or a log truck will hit my truck while I'm sleeping!"
Tap, tap, tap.
"Aargh!" Bella screamed when she saw the shadow standing outside her door. Way to pay attention, Bella thought when she saw the headlights of the car parked behind hers.
"Yes?" Bella said after rolling down her window a crack.
"I noticed you parked here, and thought I'd see if you need any help," said the man standing in the rain.
"Well my stupid truck just died as I was driving home. I could really use a ride if you're going into town." Bella answered.
"I'd normally tell young ladies they shouldn't take rides from strangers, but since I know you'll be safe with me, I'll let it go," he said with a kind smile.
"Thank you so much. I don't normally do this kind of thing, but I'm too exhausted to really care." I said as I gathered my bag and climbed out of my truck. I had to laugh as I climbed into his truck.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"I swear my dad is laughing at me and sending me a message too," I said while shaking my head at the silliness of my thoughts.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked as he pulled smoothly back onto the road.
"My dad died two years ago, it was about a week after I bought my truck. It was all I could afford, so I really didn't think about much else when buying it, but he sure did," I said again chuckling at the memory
Flashback
"Why would you buy that Bells? I raised you to be smarter than this!"
"What do you mean dad, I could afford it and it runs?"
"Yeah, but for how long?" He mumbled.
"I just need something to get me to work and home everyday" I pointed out to him. "It's only 5 miles dad."
"But it's a Chevy Bells!" he said with disgust. "You'll be putting more money into that thing to keep it running than anything else."
"Okay dad, I'm sorry, but it's all I could find for now," I said thinking he was being silly.
End Flashback
"He was right; I'd be saving to buy another truck, but every spare penny I get goes into keeping that beast going. He was a diehard Ford man, so I'm sure he would have found it funny that once again I'm going from my broken down Chevy to a nice, comfy, smoothly running Ford." I explained. "I'm Bella by the way," I said as an afterthought.
"Ed," he said while laughing at my story "it's nice to meet you Bella. I have to say you should've listened to your dad, he was obviously a very wise man," he said with a gentle smile.
"Ha ha, very funny. It's this next right, and then the second house on the left." I said as I realized we were already close to my home.
"It was really nice meeting you Bella," he said after parking outside my house.
"You too Ed, thank you so much." I said as I stepped back out into the rain and ran to my front door; he waited until I stepped inside before pulling away. What a sweet old man I thought as I walked straight to my room pulling off my drenched uniform and collapsing onto my bed in exhaustion.
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