Hellooo people!!
I'm so very sorry for the silence lately…
Well… I've been so busy lately and to top it off I have a really bad case of writer's block.
As you can see….I've started ANOTHER story…
Yeah...I know what you're thinking…ANOTHER STORY?!?! I was watching Mamma Mia today and well…it cured some of my writer's block…Amanda Seyfried was AWE-SOME.
So I decide to make my own version. Here's Mamma Mia with the Twilight--Edward-Bella twist to it.
I present to you…Oh Papa!! [[Cheeky title, but...what the heck, right??]]
Bella Swan has always had her mom. Growing up, she was always happy, but somehow, she knew she wanted more. A father. She sets out on a quest to find her father exactly 1 month before her wedding. What happens on her trip and WHO does she meet?
Bella's POV
I step out of the bathroom, drying my soaked brown hair. I sat on my bed…folding the messy blankets in my bathrobe. I finished making my bed, grabbing the comb on the desk and combing through the curly brown tangles, making my shoulders and bed damp. I got dressed into a blue sweatshirt and beige shorts, perfect for the chilly early morning Arizona breeze. I went downstairs to get a coffee from the kitchen; Mom was already up, making coffee as expected and was sitting on the counter.
"Morning Mom" I said, grabbing the mug on the counter.
"Morning sweetheart. Are you going out for a jog?" she asked, sipping from her mug and appraising my get-up. "Cute" she said, approving and smiling.
I slipped on my white sneakers and went out the door, feeling the breeze caressing my face as I started jogging.
After a few minutes of jogging, I reached the park. Deciding I wanted to run, I felt around in my pocket for my hair elastic, finding it, I pulled it out and caught sight of my engagement ring. Tying my hair in a ponytail, I got out my earphones and iPod that was shoved in my pockets. Dang, sweatshirts had a lot of pocket space.
I put my earphones on and pressed shuffle, I heard the song "I Gotta Feeling" by Black Eyed Peas play and I started running.
It dawned on me that I was engaged.
I was engaged. To one of the most lovely people on earth. Dean Brookes was one of the kindest people I've ever met. But, it all happened so suddenly, first date and now…THIS, engagement. I was 20, I hadn't experienced the world yet, but I was fresh out of college.
Maybe my mom was right about this being so sudden. I mean, Dean was to be my first and last boyfriend ever. Not that I had a problem with that. It's just that, I've always felt that something more could happen to me and I could ruin it by rushing things.
Dean was a perfectly good role model fiancé; he was handsome and kind and could support me. He was a lawyer at the age of 25 and wasn't too old. His once shaggy surfer hair, as I'd used to call it was now cut short, his looks were heart-breaking and his ice-blue eyes were to die for.
It's not that I didn't love him it, it's just that, he sort of just felt like a brother to me, but, nonetheless, I accepted his proposal.
My wedding is in a month and everything's mapped out, from the moment we say I do, to when our honeymoon flight leaves for Jamaica.
Just then I lapsed back into where I was because I saw people had arrived and I couldn't run as freely anymore, seeing as I could get someone hurt.
"Daddy, daddy, stop!!" A little red haired girl shouted, squealing as her father chased her down and tickled her.
I had no father.
My mom has NEVER, I repeat NEVER talked about my father or had even touched the subject of a paternal influence in my life.
I wanted one. Oh how I wanted one.
Seeing that little girl made the green monster in me wake up. I was insanely jealous of her; she could grow up and be called 'angel' or 'baby', or 'my little girl' or basically any nickname from her sweet father.
I had gotten used to being spoiled by my mom growing up, so I was covered on the love department. But, I needed roles for fathers even mom couldn't fulfill. Like becoming tickle monster, or being taught how to drive and maybe even the continuous threat to all boys that threatened to harm me or my feelings.
I was determined to find him.
I needed a father to make my wedding complete and perfect.
And just HOW did I plan on doing that??
EASY….
I had been cleaning the attic one day and I was wondering on how to find my father, as if on cue, I stumbled upon an old, dusty chest marked 'MEMORIES'. I opened it and found stuff from the sixties!!!I found and old guitar, a jumpsuit and a diary! It was very convenient for me actually, if anyone or anything for that matter, would know who my father was, it was this.
I ran some more, picking up my pace and taking my mind off of all of this…..
After an hour or so after, I jogged back home and went up to my room to change. I was stinky and sweaty actually, I changed into cotton shorts and a big shirt. I rummaged in my closet for the diary. Of course I had to keep it well-hidden. It was under my socks and perfume, a place, my mom never thought to look when she knew I was hiding something.
I went to the bed and lay down, crossing my legs in the air and placing a blanket near me for quick cover in case my mom went in. I opened the blue velveteen cover and looked through the brown pages.
'RENEE's' it said, in curlicue handwriting that was unmistakably my mom's. I leafed through the unimportant pages, going to the year before I was born, 1988. My mom was in high school this time, this
I read her entry with a smile. My mom was born in Forks, Washington and she probably met my father there. I read her entry, which contained a date with someone named 'Harry' (A/N: I know the guy's name in the movie is Harry too, but… this is HARRY CLEARWATER *laughs*)
November 18, 1988
Harry Clearwater.
He. Is. Amazing.
Harry…he's so handsome it hurts, he so brave and strong and wonderful. We met at school, remember? He was the foot ball captain and I was the new on the squad.
All the girls go after him, but he chose ME!?!?!?!
He is such an outdoorsy person, fishing and hiking all the time. We went to the park for our date and he packed me a picnic, filled with the grilled fish he caught himself. You may think it's gross, but it was so sweet. We stayed and watched a meteor shower late that night and I kissed him…
We've been seeing each other for nearly 2 months now, but that night, one kiss lead to another and……….
Renee.
P.S. I can't wait to tell Carlisle!! Not ALL the details… but he needs to know I'm home safe…. I'll call him right now.
I wrinkled my nose. Uhh….Too much information. Okay…. It was hard for me to picture my mom, as a love crazed teen. She was fun, yeah, but always so sure of herself, making precise decisions that never failed. Reading about her and imagining her like this was… unimaginable.
Okay….2 guys mentioned. Carlisle and Harry.
I grabbed paper and a pen from my nightstand and scribbled legibly the 2 names I had gotten.
Harry
Carlisle
Who exactly were these two? Harry was the one she'd gone out on a date with and Carlisle form what I'd gathered was her best friend. Hmmm….
I read on, leafing through some more inconsequential entries. Mall. Trip with Girlfriends. Dinner with Dad. Aha!! Another date!! She had been on a retreat here, somewhere in Seattle. I read through the teenybopper joy my mother experienced
December 2, 1988
Wonderful….Absolutely wonderful.
Billy had taken me out to The Char; this was where I had seen all the rich people go. But guess what? He got me in. It was so posh and luxurious, I felt underdressed in my clothes. But Billy didn't mind, no. He took me to the private booths and ordered the most expensive dishes for me. I was living the dream. He is such a gentleman. I love the way he treats me.
So, he took me to the center of the dance floor and we danced all night long. It was so magical. He took me to his house that night and while we were under the twinkle lights in his yard. We kissed and well…………
Reneee.
I laughed at this endeavor. This Billy person had my mom head over heels in love that she forgot to say spell her name right. I wondered if there could ever be a guy that could make ME, most grammatical and spelling error aware Bella, make mistakes. I rolled my eyes, I loved Dean and even HE, couldn't make me spell anything wrong.
Did that mean I didn't love Dean? Well, maybe we loved each other but in a different way. Dean was the right man to marry, I told myself profusely. WAIT. Why did I need convincing? I loved him. That was why I was marrying him, right? I shoved these thoughts quickly aside and turned back to the diary.
So she loved Billy now? Ugh. I'm confused. I leaned back, finding for a trace of his name once again and found one. The ink was splotchy with water marks on it, indicating she had been crying.
I looked through it and frowned.
November 24, 1988
Harry Clearwater, ugh. He makes me sick.
He is a monster.
He left me… after we shared our moment together. He never even thought about how I would feel.
I caught him messing around with Missy Sanders in the locker room.
He didn't even love me at all.
He's like a hunter…that's why…
I never, I repeat NEVER want to see that….that…scum…. anymore.
At least retreat is in a few days….
I just need to get my mind off things…
Renee.
I frowned. I reached for the pen, about to cross out Harry. But I stopped, remembering that even if they didn't work out well, it didn't mean that he isn't my father. Oh well.
OH momma. This was confusing.
I leafed through some more pages looking for new names. I found out that the Billy romance wasn't to last, they had to leave for Forks after a week and she figured it was just a fling.
Oh well….
Reading on, I had the feeling I didn't WANT to know who my father was. I rolled my eyes…and sighed…ugh. This is SO confusing.
I finally found a new name among all the usual ones.
Phil.
He was a baseball player from the Quileute reservation back in Washington…
I had a feeling I knew what was coming, so I skipped through what happened, listing down the name in the process. I looked at the names I had written down.
Harry
Carlisle
Billy
Phil
Surely, there had to be no more. I took no chances though, looking through late December…finding skipped entries and ripped pages. The next entry I found was a page torn at the bottom half of the page.
January 13, 1989
I think I'm pregnant.
I don't know exactly whose baby this is.
My period's one week late and I haven't been feeling well lately.
OH NO……
I think the father is
The page ended as the mystery of whose name exactly did she pick. I sighed angrily and closed the diary. I stared at the paper with names again.
Harry
Carlisle
Billy
Phil
Who would be my father? Who would I want to be my father?
More importantly…where would I get their addresses??
I sighed angrily and went to the attic, carrying the diary inside my shirt.
I opened the chest and looked for anything else useful.
'Address Book'
Bingo.
I will go on this trip.
What a start!!
Well…I hope you liked it and I hope that you guys will leave a comment, telling me what you think or any tips and stuff.
I hope whoever reads this will have a good day!!
P.S.: I might update a little later to give a more informed start :D