Bella was sitting in her room, staring through the window in front of her and watching as the world continued to move on without her. She was thinking about the Cullens, her bronze haired ex in particularly. Here she was at the age of 18 and acting as if her life was over, as if she would never be loved again.

Boys used to drool at the sight of her and, even though, she didn't always enjoy it, it made her feel confident. Well, that confidence is gone due to one stupid boy that made her feel worthless. He made her feel as if her heart had been ripped from her chest and stamped on.

She shouldn't be acting like this. She's been in relationships before Edward and she never reacted this way. Sure, she wasn't in love them, she mainly did it to keep Renee off of her back but Bella knew her behaviour right now was ridiculous.

Her eyes widened, slightly, as she suddenly realised that being 'depressed' and not eating or sleeping because Edward left was an over-reaction. Yes, she loved him deeply, she'll never forget him, but she was still young and had her whole life ahead of her. She will never forget him, obviously, he was her first love. However; she shouldn't sit around and wallow, dreaming about the 'what ifs'.

She decided that enough was enough and she just sat there, thinking about what was going to happen next in her life. She wanted to stay in Forks for a little while, she wanted to prove to Charlie that she can be a good daughter and she needed to finish school here. After she had done those things she wanted to leave. Don't get her wrong, she loved the town but she was sick of how it rained constantly and how the people here are so fake. There was only two people that she genuinely liked and got along with, they were Angela and Eric. All of the others can go fuck themselves. First they became friends with her because she was the new girl and they wanted to get some dirt on her but they pretended to like her to get close to the Cullens.

She will come back to Forks, of course, to see her dad. There's wasn't really anything worth staying for, once she finished high school, in this town; there would be nothing holding her back. If her dad had any arguments against it, they would be invalid because she was legally an adult now, she could do what she wanted.

Bella looked down and noticed that she was still wearing the same clothes she was the day she was dumped.

'Eurgh!' she thought, 'how long have I been in these?'

She quickly got up, her muscles burning in protest from being barely used. As fast as she could, she went to her wardrobe and picked a pair of loose fitting sweatpants, a baggy sweatshirt, a pair of black boy-shorts and a black bra (to wear after she had, had a shower). She wouldn't normally wear these types of clothes but she just wanted to be warm and comfortable.

During her, long, shower Bella had decided that she would make a lasagne for dinner. She wanted to surprise Charlie before he got home from work.

She had to look in the fridge and cupboards first to make sure they had everything for the meal, luckily they did. While cooking, she started humming random songs. She figured that it would be a good way to clear her throat and for her voice not to sound weak from being unused. She would have talked, to help her voice, but she didn't want Charlie walking in and thinking she was crazy. Though, he would probably have been so surprised that she was up and moving he probably wouldn't have questioned it.

When Charlie did come home Bella was just taking the food out of the oven. However, her dad didn't notice the smell of cooked food and didn't bother going into the kitchen. He went straight upstairs to where he assumed Bella would be.

Bella sighed, she didn't realise how much Charlie worried for her.

"Bella! Bells!" She heard her dad yell, before she heard heavy stomps. Indicating that ran out of her room and down the stairs. She wanted to shout back at him that she was in the kitchen but knew her voice wasn't ready for that.

Fortunately, Charlie went into the kitchen and immediately spotted her.

She gave him a gentle smile as she put the food on the table and he stood there in shock and seeing her being active.

He released a soft breath, walked up to her and slowly wrapped his arms around her. Bella returned the hug and muttered, "Hi, Dad" quietly into his shoulder.

"Jesus, you scared me kiddo. What are you doing up?" Charlie questioned in a gentle and caring tone. Something that seemed unusual hearing from Charlie but he was here father and he was scared something had happened to her that she had left.

Bella pulled back from their embrace. "I just want to be me again, dad. I don't want to be a zombie anymore."

His eyes watered slightly and he cleared his throat uncomfortably, "That's a lot of food you made there, Bells."

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry I didn't make enough for you." She joked, with a cheeky smile.

Charlie just stared at her for a second before he, finally, cracked a smile and let out a small chuckle.

She shook her head, the smile still upon her face, as she told her dad to sit down while she gets their dinner. He was going to protest when she threatened that he wouldn't get any food all together if he said one word. So Charlie kept his lips sealed.

He grinned when he noticed how much she gave him but frowned when he saw her place some salad on his plate. Bella too one look at his face and burst into a fit of giggles. Of course, Charlie's frown couldn't help but to turn upside down.

Before Bella joined him, she went to the fridge and grabbed him a cold beer.

Throughout dinner Bella and her dad joked and laughed. They reconnected and she couldn't help but feel that everything is only going to get better.