A little Prelogue before the main action of the story. Bella and Renee didn't exactly get along when they first met, Renee was her new mom and even though she had the best intentions, Bella just wasn't ready to accept her. Future chapters will get a little smutty so be warned! Please review!

"Bitch!", this was the word that a 12 year old Bella Swan used to describe her new mom Renee. It was after school and Bella was asked to help clean the attic, Bella didn't like this strange woman moving in and changing things. It was two years since she passed and Bella missed her greatly, she didn't trust Renee, she couldn't. She ran up the stairs and slammed bedroom door. Renee was ready to pull her hair out, Bella would always do this, whenever she politely asked her to give a hand or pick up after herself she would throw a hissy fit. Her father, Charlie would always tell her to give Renee a break but Bella wasn't hearing it.

"Bella Marie Swan, what did you say?", Charlie shouted on the other side of her door. He arrived home finding his distraught wife, he assured her that he would end this once and for all.

"Ground me, I don't care!"

"You are coming out of that room right this instant and apologize to your mother!"

"She's not my mother!"

"Bella, I will drag you out of that room right now!"

"What are you going to do, Dad, take me to jail?"

He opened the door, but not so much opened but forced, "Bella, you're not a little girl anymore, we can do this one of two ways." Bella was sat up in her bed, she looked down at the floor, she had always asked him why her and he said she made him happy, he still loved her mother, she meant a lot to him but she was gone and they both needed someone. He sat next to his daughter and looked down at her, "She's not trying to replace her. She's a good woman. You're a good kid, Bella, I know you."

"I'm sorry, ok?"

"I want you to tell her that and mean it, we can't do this anymore, I want everyone to get along. You never used that word before, I've never heard you call anyone that."

It was true, she had never used that word, or really swore at her age in fear of being punished, but that was the old her, the one who didn't have her world turned upside down. She agreed to leave her room quietly and go downstairs to talk to Renee. She had to take a couple deep breaths, she really needed to physic herself up for this. Renee was sitting on the couch as if she had been waiting a long time, without looking directly at her, Bella sat next to her, her hair covering most of her face as if hiding away.

"Look, I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean it…I just…"

Renee moved some of her hair aside behind an ear to see her dark, haunting brown eyes and smiled, "Look, I know…it's tough but I'm doing the best that I can. I want us to be friends. You don't owe me anything, dear." She touched her hand, Bella looked into her bright eyes and came in for a hug. Things changed after that, Bella did begin to bond with her, even in her brattier teenage years. Things seemed to be going smoothly as the years passed, at least for a while.

Renee started the campfire around 7:30PM, the mosquitos were beginning to bite. A 17 year old Bella had a blanket wrapped around her, sitting on the ground Indian style as she watched the flames rise. Why did she drag her out here? Bella was beginning to resent her for this, almost out of the blue Renee had the wild idea for them to go out on the road, get both of their minds off things. She rented an RV and wouldn't take no for an answer; it was easy for her to do that seeing she had a job online writing columns.

They both needed a vacation after what happened. Charlie didn't come home one day, they received the call about someone finding him in his police cruiser grasping at his chest, he had been dead for nearly three hours. It hit both women hard, neither of them could sleep for weeks, Bella missed school, Renee just couldn't find the urge to write, it was if they were both like zombies.

"I'll do whatever I can for the both of us", Renee told Bella in an emotional hug, "we'll get by."

"You don't have to do it alone", Bella whispered.

Bella was freezing her butt off, she didn't want to be out in the open but she didn't like being in the RV that much either, she wasn't much of an outdoor's person. Neither of them really knew how to rough it, sure they lived in the country for most of their lives but they didn't have any survival skills when it came to being away from any major town or city; Bella was almost certain they would get attacked by a bear or something but Renee just kept telling her to be more optimistic.

"I have a First-Aid kit, don't worry about it, Bells."

"I have a bad feeling this is going to turn into 127 Hours somehow."

Renee laughed out loud, "I doubt it will ever come to that."

"I'm pretty sure a good woodsman or woodswoman needs to be prepared for anything, just saying."

"It's time to turn that frown upside down", Bella cringed at just how hard she was trying with that kind of joke, "Look, let's make smores and cook marshmallows."

"Why?"

Renee spoke honestly, "Because it's what he would have wanted."

Bella did realize this would have meant a lot to her father, just the two of them carrying on and getting along. She took out the box of graham crackers.

Let me know what you think, a little drama but I will have their relationship happen over the course of future chapters.