Okie dokie, Here's the new story. By the way-- to viewers who hadn't read the first story(it's been deleted), Bella was 5 years old when she moved to Phoenix, which makes her 16 now.

I know this chapter is a little boring, but after I get review's I'll be writing a lot more, and better.

I apologize for not having a long chapter, I just needed to see what you would say about this O

It had been eleven years since I moved from Forks to Phoenix. My mother dragged me here when I was younger after a small childhood trauma that I can't remember.

All that I can remember is my first kiss, everything else from my childhood is all a little blank because I suppose I never bothered to remember it.

I haven't seen my father since I moved, either. My mom had said that if he wanted to see me, he'd have to come here to do so.

Sadly enough, that motto didn't last long, considering I'm packing now to move back to Forks. And I'm more nervous that I was the first day of high school.

Don't get me wrong, I love my father. I miss him, a lot. But my mom… it's almost as if she despises him because when I was younger, after I moved with her here, he never called. He didn't do anything. And now I'm the one who has to call him to tell him I'm going back to Forks. I'm the one who has to fly on the plane alone to a place I haven't been in almost a dozen years.

I sat the last bit of my clothing down in my suitcase, zipped it up, and then headed down the stairs to find the phone, and my father's phone number.

As soon as I was in the kitchen with the phone in my hand, I did a little twirl to look again for the number, but I couldn't find it.

"Mom?" I yelled.

"Yes, Bella?" she yelled in a reply from down the hall.

"What did you do with Charlie's number?"

I waited for an answer, but when I didn't get one I looked down the hall to see my mom quickly coming to me.

She looked very confused. "Why do you need his number, Bella?"

"I already told you," my eyes rolled. "I'm going to Forks, mom?"

She nodded sullenly. "Yes, I know. His number's in the living room cabinet drawer."

That was weird. I lead myself into the living room and got the number. With my heart racing, I held the cordless phone in my hand and dialed.

Ring…Ring…Ring…

There was a grunt. "Hello?"

I could barely speak. "Hi, Charlie,"

"Hi… Who is this?"

…That hurt a lot more than I thought it would, even if I expected it. "It's Bella,"

"Bella! Hey! How are you, kiddo?"

"I—I'm okay, I needed to ask you something,"

"Sure, ask away,"

I took a deep breath. "Is my room in the same shape? If it is… Do you—Do you think I can go live with you…again?"

"I don't know, kiddo. What does your mom have to say about it?"

"Well, she said she didn't mind, but she's still mad at you about… about something I'm not sure about. Anyhow, Mom and her fiancé, Phil, are going to be traveling for a little while, and I'm not so fond of traveling, so I thought I could… go there." That took a lot of guts to tell him. I sighed, hoping for a good answer.

"Sure, you're always welcome here Bells. Your rooms a bit dusty, but it's salvageable…just not for your sinus'. I can clean it now, before you come, if you want." He coughed. I bit back a small smile, yep, that was the father I remember. Never wanting to clean, I could just imagine how much of a mess it would be at the house.

"Okay, I'll call you before I leave tomorrow."

"Okay, Bye."

"Bye…" I said lightly as I hung up the phone.

Holy crap, I was going back to Forks, Washington. I hung the phone up, and headed up the stairs.

My suitcase was packed in the corner, ready to go. I threw myself onto my bed just for a few minutes rest, closing my eyes. Suddenly the only thing I knew was a dark sub-conscience.

The next morning, I was all ready to go by about 11:30am.

And my mom had lost it. "I—I'll miss you, so much,"

"Mom, I'll see you soon,"

She sniffled as more tears burst into effect. "But Bella, it will be so long for me, you're like a little caterpillar, and you're turning into my butterfly!"

"Let me guess, you got that from another book?"

She nodded and cried more. I sighed. This will be a while.

After I called and told Charlie what time to pick me up, my mom took me to the airport.

Soon enough, we got there and my mom had yet another breakdown for about 5 minutes, but very quickly she hugged me and let me go board the plane.

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My dad was there when I got off the plane, I shyly waved to him as I walked over to him.

"Hiya, Bells,"

"Hi, Char—Dad," My mom frequently reminded me to call him dad, though for the past eleven years I've known him by Charlie.

"Do you remember Billy, from the La Push Reservation?" he asked as he scratched behind his ear with his keys.

"Yes, I think so,"

"Well, it's not much but… Billy was selling this beat up truck and he said that since he'd known me long enough, he was willing to give it to me for free, so I got it for you,"

"You got me a truck?" I gaped at him.

He nodded and smiled that old crinkly smile.

I was happy, but I didn't like the fact he got me something so big, where would I park it?

I hugged him as a thanking for picking me up and getting me a vehicle, then awkwardly stepped away.

"Well, let's get home." He led me out of the airport to the parking deck, where the cruiser was parked. My father, a policeman… Apparently we had a lot more to catch up on than what I thought.

Soon, we were both in the car and on the way back to the house I once knew so well.

Well, what do you think?! Hawt or Nawt? R&R! Less than three!