Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
"I wonder what it'll be like," I turn in the tiny airplane seat to look at my sisters face. It was the first time we had spoken on the flight from our native Arizona to our new lives. "To see dad after so long."
"You, being the daddy's girl you are, will act like there wasn't a few thousand miles in between you in the first place." she rolled her eyes. She was two years older than I was. Her long chestnut hair pulled back in a tight ponytail while my light blond hair was lightly curled, resting on my shoulders.
"I can't help that you never clicked with dad, or mom for that matter." I sighed and turned back around forward. I love my sister with all my heart, but her quiet, guarded manor gets on my nerves sometimes.
"Don't go there." she sighed and buried her nose back into her beaten up copy of Romeo and Juliet.
…
It was a cold, rainy morning when our small plane landed on the small runway in Forks, Washington. I glanced around to see our father, Police Chief Charlie Swan, standing on the small runway with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
"Daddy!" I ran down the steps of the plane and into the arms of my father, who welcomed me with open arms.
"Hey princess, where's your sister?" he asked, placing a light kiss on my forehead.
"Tiffany, you could at least help with your bags!" she called from the top of the top of the airplanes steps. I looked back to see her fumbling with three pink duffle bags and the few of her own.
"Found her!" I said as I rolled my eyes and made my way over to the police cruiser parked a few feet behind where we stood while dad made his way over to help her with the bags.
A few minutes later both my father and my sister were in the car and we were driving to our new home.
"Bella, I have a surprise for you." dad said when we stopped for the only stoplight in town.
"Dad, you didn't have too." she mumbled from the backseat.
"Well, I know I missed your birthday, so I wanted too." he shrugged as we kept driving. "And I also have someone I want you girls to meet."
No. I know that voice. That was the voice mom used when she was about to introduce us to her new husband, Phil. This can't be good.
….
We pulled up to the house sister and I had spent the majority of our summers at growing up. It looked exactly the same except for the red, beaten-up, old pick-up truck parked in the small driveway.
"Dad, you really didn't have too," Bella said as she looked the old truck over.
"You don't like it, do you?" he asked as he ran his hand along the bumpy bad of the truck.
"No, I love it, thank you so much." she pulled dad into an awkward hug, for both of them. Dad wasn't used to receiving physical affection from Bella, and Bella wasn't use to giving it.
"Why don't you girls go get settled, our guests will be here in about a half hour." he said as we walked up to the very familiar front porch steps.
"Who is it?" I asked as I took two of my many bags from my fathers hands.
"I'm sure you remember the Blacks, Billy and Jacob?" he followed us up the stairs with the rest of my bags.
"We used to make mud pies with Jacob when we were little, Tiff. You used to smear it all over his face and tell him you were giving him a facial. And if I remember correctly, you two dated for about three days when you were five." Bella rolled her eyes as she opened the door to her childhood room.
"Not my fault I've been a heartbreaker since I was four." I mumbled as I walked into my own room. I gasped when I realized how it looked exactly as I remembered it: light pick, almost crème, walls, hot pink bed sheets with assorted Build-A-Bears, small walk in closet, and my three story doll house in the corner opposite my white desk.
"Bringing back memories?" dad laughed as he walked me further into the room. I hadn't noticed I stopped in the doorway. "I didn't touch anything, except I emptied out all of your old cloths from your closet. I figured you would need some room for all your… beauty supplies. Not that you need it, but you always liked having makeup on, and who was I to stop you?"
"Dad, calm down, I know what you mean." I gave him a hug and pushed him out the door. "I have to get ready for our guests."
"Right, right. Ill be downstairs if you need me."
….
"Tiff, come on! They're here!" Bella banged on my door. "I know it doesn't take that long to get ready to watch a hockey game!"
Pssh, this is why Bella never got voted homecoming queen (not that she ever came). Unlike her, I actually liked sports. I had my favorite Alexander Ovechkin (heartthrob) jersey, jet black skinnies, and jeweled ballet flats. My blonde hair was slightly curled, and I did my makeup in a sort of vintage look.
"Easy for you to say, miss jeans and a hoody." I said and descended the steps. There, in the living room, sat the hottest guy I have ever seen. He had short black hair, muscles the size of my face, and a cute as a button face. Our eyes met and locked together, and I couldn't look away.
Dad cleared his throat, which caused me to break away from him and look at dad. "Tiffany, I see you remember Jacob?"
"Hot could I forget?" I smiled and reached out my hand. He gingerly took it in his giant hand and held it for a little too long.
"Well, lets get this game started, shall we?"