Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Warning: OOC Bella and Edward. I'm not to sure of this story, I'll keep writing it, but I know it's not my greatest work.
Bella smiled when she looked out the plane window. Forks, home sweet home. It was early in the morning, almost seven. Most people would hate going back to Forks, but Bella was ecstatic when her Dad called her and offered her a room to stay in. She couldn't wait to see the crew again. She made her way off the plane and stayed waiting for her bag to come into view. She finally saw her two bags and grabbed them, coming out of the airport and into the not so busy Port Angeles street. It wasn't hard to spot her father, Charlie leaning against the police cruiser, eyes wandering around his surroundings. She pulled her bags with her and surprised her father by giving him a hug.
"Bells!" he cried, startled before hugging her back.
"Hey Dad." Bella smiled up at her father and he gave her a crinkly eyed smile back. He opened the door to the cruiser and took Bella's bags, stuffing them into the back seat. Bella shut her door and waited for her father to get into the car, the moment he did, Bella exploded, "Dad! When am I joining school? I want to see the crew!" Charlie laughed.
"I knew you would, that's why you start bright and early tommorow morning." Charlie explained. Bella hissed a "Yes!" pumping her hand in the air and Charlie laughed again. When they got home, Bella was surprised to see a large, old, red classic truck in the driveway.
"Dad, is that?" Bella asked, a hand coming to cover her mouth.
"Yup, it's yours and knowing you, I bought some paints that are in the garage." Charlie explained. Bella smile widened and she hugged her dad.
"Thank you, so much!" Bella cried. Charlie blushed and muttered a quick 'you're welcome' back. It was obvious that he wasn't very good with the emotions thing. Bella hopped out of the cruiser, running to the garage, completely forgetting her bags. She made it to the garage in no time flat and noticed the ten different paint cans, duck tape for the windows, various sized brushes and spray cans, that you could pour the paint into and spray, along with everything else needed to paint a car.
"Charlie you are awesome." she murmured. He even knew what colors to get her. Aquamarine, Neon Green, Fire-engine Red, Hot Pink, Neon Orange, Bright Yellow, Basic Black, Basic White, Polish/Top Coat, and...Bella gasped at the last color, Glow-in-the-Dark! "Okay, sorry Renee, Charlie is from now on my favorite parent." Bella murmured. She looked everywhere for Glow-in-the-Dark paint, but it was nearly impossible to find. She immediately jumped up and hugged Charlie again, who was in the process of carrying her bags inside. "Dad, you rock." she stated simply. Charlie chuckled and continued inside. Bella immediately got to work on the truck.
"She started with a white base coat, following with the aquamarine as the main color. She painted her rims to glow-in-the-dark while the aquamarine dried. After it was dry, Bella painted the roof Hot Pink along with the sides of the windshield. She used black on the back of the truck to make a flame like design and over top the black painted white. After that was dry, she painted over the white with neon orange. She painted music notes, and symbols of dance on the hood in fire engine red and neon green. She deemed it acceptable and looked at her watch. Bella was shocked to find it was nearly three o'clock, and, she realized, she was starving and had to go to the bathroom badly. Bella did that and got food and looked out the window, snickering to herself when she saw Charlie gawking at the truck.
_______________NEXT DAY_______________
Bella slid down the banister and into the kitchen, where her father was sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. He looked up surprised, from his paper.
"Bella, you are aware that it's probably around four in the morning?" Charlie asked.
"Yup, but I want an early rise so I can get ready, plus if I don't I know you won't get a nutritious breakfast like you need." Bella chided, heading over to the oven. She checked the fridge and the cabinets. "Well, there goes my idea to make pancakes. Gosh, Dad, don't you keep your house stocked?" Bella asked, but before he could answer, she continued, "Oh Well, I'll just make two of my super famous omelets." Bella grinned, taking out a frying pan from under the sink.
"Bella! Calm down, you're talking a mile a minute, you're too excited to go to school I think." Charlie laughed. Bella was obviously wired with excitement at the thought of seeing her friends again.
"I know, I just can't wait to see the crew." Bella said, in the process of making eggs. Charlie laughed and muttered under his breath, "obviously.' Which Bella heard and mock-glared at him. She finished the omelets and after seasoning them with what little Charlie had, she placed them in front of Charlie.
"Breakfast is served!" Bella cheered. Charlie laughed, before literally gobbling up his food. He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his stomach.
"Bells, I swear, you should become a professional cook." Charlie laughed, he looked down at his watch and jumped up. "Shoot! I gotta go!" he exclaimed, kissing Bella's forehead as he passed her.
She swallowed her food and called, "Bye dad!" to him as he rushed out the door, he replied, but Bella barely heard him. She finished her omelet, nearly bouncing with excitement. She immediately decided she had to calm herself. She started some calm music, Debussy to be exacted, Claire De Lune. It immediately had an effect. Bella did a few ballerina twists to stretch herself. Bella loved all types of dance, her personal favorite was hip-hop or pop. She went upstairs and looked through her closet, coming to one of her favorite outfits. It was a dark green sweatshirt with white outlining the pockets and zipper, with short sleeves, and she wore a simple white tank top under it, with stretchy white shorts. She never knew when she was going to dance after all. She slipped on a matching pair of dark green sneakers and a red apple necklace.
"Juicy!" she winked at herself in the mirror, flipping her hair. She laughed, tying her hair up into a ponytail. Everyone at Forks High knew her. She was in their school not even two years ago. It was lucky for her because she knew her way around the school perfectly. The others besides the crew, she couldn't wait to see were Emmett, Jasper, and Rosalie, but they were pretty much part of the crew. She sighed when she realized she still had forty five minutes until classes started. She made a CD for her 'big' entrance, filled with some of her favorite dance songs, she actually had almost 500 CDs, all either in cases or littered around her bedroom. She decided she would head to school after that. Bella was glad she did, because it took her at least fifteen minutes to make it to the school. Her father forgot to mention her truck didn't go over fifty. Now, for the big reveal. Bella grinned.