It wasn't the greatest idea that Isabella Swan had, but she felt like she had to do it. Moving back to the dreary, little town of Forks was the last thing Bella had ever wanted to do. But it was the right thing to do at the time with her step-father, Phil going on tour with his baseball team and Bella not wanting to hear her mother, Renee complain about being lonley. So, she decided to finish out her highschool years in Forks with her douting father, Charlie. Again not the greatest idea ever. Bella hated Forks to begin with. She always had. The weekend started out simple. She flew into Seattle, Washington, Charlie picked her up, and they drove back to Forks. When they got to Charlie's house.
Bella's room was set up all the same, just the way she had left it. She didn't think he would've kept all of that stuff. It kinda shocked her. It also was a good thing because Charlie didn't hover over her like Renee did. Bella liked her space. She began to unpack her thing when Charlie called out from down stairs, "I am having a friend and his son over. I want you to come out and say hi to them." "Be down in a second!" Bella called back. She put away the last of her clothes in the closet and headed down the stairs. She walked pass the kitchen towards the front door. She opened it and head down the small steps.
There stood Charlie, a man in a will chair, and a boy who seemed to be a few years younger than herself and couldn't stop smiling.
"Bella, you remeber Billy Black and his son Jake," Charlie said with a nod. Bella nodded her as well offering a smile.
"Hey Billy, haven't seen you since I was kid." She replied with a wave of her hand then notioned towards Jake. His dark locks hung akawardly around his rustic face, hiding himself in the mass of it.
"Hello Bella. You probably don't remeber me. We used to make mud pies together and play doctor," Jake's voice squeaked as he smiled beneath his hair.
"I do remember you, Jake." Bella reassured him with a slight smile.
"Well, we brought you something Bella. It isn't much, but Jake here fixed it up. It runs smooth." Billy informed Bella, wheeling himself over to the old, rusty Chevy.
"Really? Thanks!" Bella exclaimed. She had never owned a car. She hugged her dad after Billy gave her the keys. She rushed over to the driver's side and opened the door. She turned back to look at Jake.
"Do you want to go for a ride?" She asked, knowing it wouldn't be polite to just take off.