A/N: Ok, I always have a long author's note and sometimes two. I will try and put the important stuff at the bottom so you can skip the first part if you want, but I'm not sure how well that will work. I appreciate reviews and comments so I can make my writing better, but I think everybody does. So... some things I would like everyone to know.

Smile, or the orange pickle will eat you. (see 'Bella and the Jumbo Pickle')

Taylor Swift loves Twilight and you so stay beautiful.

And spread Twilightness by signing w4bd&le. or j but whatever...

it means waiting for Breaking Dawn and loving Edward. I GUESS you could put Jake, or Jasper, Emmett, Alice, Carlisle, etc.

Oh yeah, and I am team Edward all the way. Jake deserves somebody, but not Bella. And my friend likes Jake just because he's single and "if they were real and I loved Edward, I would be splitting up a relationship that is perfect" or something like that.

And I know this was REALLY long and they aren't usually THIS long.

Oh and you should read stuff by Skystripe and Soccerdog12. You will be hearing about them a lot. Also about all of my friends. I also leave them messages through out the story, but you'll get used to it. Also, I'm crazy. Literaly. I think. But, I randomly start writing song lyrics in the middle of chapters sometimes...

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Twilight is not mine, if it was, I would be spending time writing Edward into my life, not here, typing this fictional situation. So...

Still w4bd&le

K aka edwardcullenissosexy

Summarry: Charlie is an alcoholic, and Bella basically has to take care of her little brother, Jack, by herself, when they are there. Renee lives in Forks as well, and the two alternate between the two houses, despite the conditions at Charlie. Bella is sixteen, but still goes to her dad's because she refuses to leave Jack alone there, and he is not old enough to say he doesn't want to be there. And the court for some reason believes that Renee and Charlie should still share custody. Renee and Charlie were married until Bella was nine, and Jack was five. How is Edward involved in all of this, and since he doesn't attend high school, how did he come to find out about Bella's situation? And if it was pity that brought him there, when the problem lessens, what is keeping him there? Is it love?

After I hung up my towel and got ready for bed, I set my alarm. It woke me up an hour earlier than needed, but I had to get my little brother Jack up for school. Sure, my dad could do that, usually. I didn't trust him to, so I woke Jack up every morning, then I went back to sleep.

It was amazing, I didn't trust Chalie to get Jack up, but I trusted that he would stay awake long enough after Jack got on the bus to wake me up again.

I turned on the radio and crawled onto the mattress on the floor. We were supposed to be moving to a smaller house soon so my brother and I slept on mattresses in his old room. I had gotten used to falling asleep with sound, so I had to have the radio on. I also had trouble just going to sleep. I couldn't just close my eyes, I had to think about something, and nothing else. If I let my thoughts roam, I would never get to sleep no matter how tired I was. I had this fake scene and I would see how far into it I could get, which usually wasn't very far.

Eventually, I fell asleep. I woke up to my cell phone alarm ringing. I hit snooze and yelled at Jack to get up. I turned it off and went back to sleep, no scene needed. Charlie woke me up later.

That afternoon, I got off the bus and set my school stuff down. I got out my book, cellphine, and iPod, even though I knew I probably wouldn't get to read much. I didn't have any homework, so I had until it got dark, or we ate dinner, depending on which came first. I walked outside and sat down on the swing set beside our house.

I loved reading, it was my favorite thing to do. It was much better than watching TV, which was the other option of stuff to do at Charlies. I was borrowing some books from my friends, so I needed to finish them as quick as possible. My dad didn't seem to like my current favorite book, which he would stop me from talking about when he actually remembered what book it was that he did't like. Actually, after about 7:30, he didn't like any book I read, which is why I had until I read outside. Because the minute I went back inside, I would be forced to do something random, or look at something random, so that I couldn't read. Or forced to go to bed early. Or forced to talk with him on the front porch while he smoked, another bad habit of his. He just has issues like that.

But that's not his biggest problem. His biggest problem is his choice of liquid. I somehow doubt that glasses and glasses of Vodka everynight is very heathy. Neither is drinking until you wobble in the doorway or don't remember whole conversations in the morning. But, that's what he did. And he wouldn't admit he had a problem. He was always "right". That's just how Charlie's mind was.

This was why he and my mom, Renee, got divorced. Jack and I went over there half of the time. She of course knew about her problem, but there was nothing she could do about it, and we continued to have to go to Charlie's. The good thing about my dad not paying much attention to us is that we could do our own thing. We were responsible, so we didn't get in trouble, but we could just be. Lots of times we fixed our own food and took care of ourselved. Well, I guess that isn't a good thing, and when your drunken father is a paranoid freak, its not much fun. Technically, I was old enough to make the decision not to have to go to his house, but Jack wasn't and I refused to leave him there alone.

Later that night, after cooking hot dogs for dinner and watching TV until 10:30, I closed my eyes and attempted to concentrate on my scene. For some reason, I fell asleep quicker than usual. I felt as if I was being watched. Charlie could have been looking in the window from the porch, but I usually felt annoyed if he was looking at me, and the light was off outside. I felt safe, not annoyed. Whatever was watching me was there to protect.