Summery: Bella moved away from home to give her mom a chance at happiness with her much younger husband. So she moved in with her emotionally awkward father, never expecting to find a home in the little rainy town called Forks. But then she meets him. And she knows home is not always a house, sometimes it's a person.
Chapter 1.
Bella's plane had just touched down in Forks, Washington. She felt a bit queasy looking out the window to scenary that bought back unpleasant memories of her childhood.
No Bella, stop. You promised yourself to let your mom be happy, even if that means you're not. You promised.
Bella sighed as the Captain on through the speakers,instructed the passengers that they could start moving towards the exit to get off the plane. She grabbed her carry on bag and followed the other passengers making their way towards the door.
As soon as Bella got out the plane door, about to walk down the stairs, she stopped and took Forks in.
A lump formed in her throat. She missed the warmth of Phoenix. The sun beating down on her too pale form. Her loving, erratic mother, who at times felt like her child. The roles always seemed reversed.
But Bella made a promise and she vowed not to go back on it.
She made her way to where you fetch your luggage, not that she had much.
Once her luggage was in hand, she started scouting the crowds for Ch-dad. He was her dad, she was going to call him dad, she told herself firmly.
There she saw him. He hadn't changed since last summer when he visited her in Phoenix. He still had a little beer and pizza belly and his mastache was still there,lying on his top lip like a black cat sprawled out. She smiled a bit at that, her dad was a man of habit.
She walked towards him.
"Hey Bells." he awkwardly hugged her with one arm and took her luggage with his other.
"Hey dad, you're looking well." She took after her dad in many ways, one being socially awkward and two, not being very good at the emotional side of life.
He smiled, a bit embarrassed and started guiding her towards the exit.
"Yeah beer and Billy's fish and chips are a real good good way to keep a man in good shape."
She smiled, following him to his police cruiser. She cringed a bit, being the chief police's daughter wasn't the best way to stay under the radar, but she was grateful her dad was letting her stay with him.
They'd been driving for about 15 minutes, trees passing by.
Population : 3, 120 people inhabitanted Forks. Yeah, well make that 3,121 now.
She sighed thinking about how she was starting at a new school tomorrow. Forks High School.
It wasn't that Bella hated school, it was the fact that school hated her. She often found herself at the mercy of rich bitch girls who mocked Bella on her pale,almost translucent skin and the fact that she dressed like a 12 year tomboy girl. She preferred her vans ,a pair of jeans and a graphic t-shirt .
"We're here Bells, I'll carry your luggage up to your room and let you settle in."
That pulled Bella from her self loathing, induced thoughts. She looked at the house that she grew up in. Well till she was about the age of 4. Then her oarents got divorced and that was that. She remembered coming here for summers. She smiled, might as well get used to it.
She got out the car and walked to the front door and followed in after Charlie. He was already placing her bags in her room. Bella looked around and noticed how Charlie never really changed anything. There were photos of her as a little girl all there. Like she never left.
She decided then and there that she would be happy about living in Forks. She was going to spend time with her dad and might even make real friends.
She grimaced at the latter. Her making friends? Yeah right.
She walked up the stairs, to her room and instantly felt safe. This would be her safe haven. The place where she could be Bella and not worry about anything else.
"I don't know if girls your age love purple, but the lady at the store suggested it. If it's not right color, we can go return it..."
She smiled, she loved that her dad never hovered. Never expected her to be the parent, he took the role of being the parent with stride. Awkward stride, but stride nonetheless.
"No dad, it's perfect. I actually love purple." Turning towards him as he stood by the door of her room, looking bashful that he managed to get the approval of his teenage daughter in choosing the correct color.
"Good, I'll order a pizza and when you're ready you can come down." He turned quickly and made a beeline for the phone to order the food.
Bella turned to look at her safe haven and smiled. Maybe Forks wouldn't be that bad.