(Just so there is no confusion, for some reason Fanfiction won't except my usual scene skip symbol, so instead I will use a '!' to represent a skip in scene)
"Katty! Let's get a move on, yeah?"
A smile came to her face and she moved, putting the last few items in her backpack before flinging it over her back, before grabbing her giant suitcase, and the three smaller ones, getting creative and tucking two under her arms and having one in both hands, and when she made it outside she began to struggle, widening her stance as she tried to keep it under control.
"Phil! Help!"
The man turned and nodded his head when he saw Katrina trying to carry the suitcases on her own, and he moved over to help and her older sister and mother looked as well laughing a bit.
"Oh, I'm going to miss you," her mom said, holding her youngest daughter tightly, before kissing her blonde head. "What will I do without you both falling down and my breaking things, or without you stealing my makeup."
"Only cause you don't let me buy any and Bella's is shitty," Katrina said.
"Oh, language, my sweet girl."
Bella smiled as she looked to her little sister. There was one good thing about moving away, and that was she got to stay with her little sister. The two, being only two years apart, had always been together and it was a comfort knowing that they would have the other, especially to Katrina who couldn't imagine life without her big sister.
Their mother looked to the two of them and she kissed her youngest head before moving and doing the same to Bella, "Make sure you two take care of each other, alright? And no fighting."
"Don't worry, Mom," Bella replied. "We'll be alright."
Katrina looked out the window, watching the woods as they drove down the highway, trying to ignore the tension and the quiet in the car.
!
"Bug."
She turned and looked to her Dad, "Yeah?"
"Do you still paint? All that art stuff?"
She nodded a smile crossing her face, "Yep, remember I sent you that painting for Christmas?"
He smiled a bit, "I remember, I have it hung up," he told her, "but I went to the store and I got you a new easel."
"Really?" she asked, her eyes sparkling a bit. "Thank you."
In Phoenix all she had was a desk easel, and while that was okay she always wanted to have a standing one, like a real artist. Bella smiled a bit as well, and she looked out the window and her father looked to her, "Your hair is longer," he told her.
The awkwardness came back into the car, and Katrina cringed a bit when her sister said, "I got it cut since I last saw you."
The rest of the ride was awkward and when they got to the house, Katrina smiled when she saw how close they were to the woods and she sprung out of the car, rushing towards the woods she used to play in when she was a kid, and Bella looked to her, smiling a bit. At least her little sister would enjoy the mountain air.
"Kat, let's get our stuff."
The two got their stuff up the stairs and into the room they would be sharing, and they looked around the room and Katrina moved over to the clipboard, smiling when she saw a picture of her and her sister when they were younger. She was holding a fish she had caught proudly in her hands, a tooth missing in her smile, while Bella stood behind her, away from the fish, braces on her teeth.
"Blue or purple?" Bella asked her.
"Blue."
Katrina turned and they moved and started to unpack their stuff, putting it in their respective dressers and when that was done Katrina moved to her last suitcase, smiling at the paint she had splattered and sprayed on it before opening it and revealing her dozens and dozens of supplies she had. And she spotted the easel there, a custom made on carved out of pine that she adored the moment she spotted it.
"Who's that?"
She turned away from her new love, and looked to her sister that peered out the window. Katrina moved over and looked down and saw the red truck now in the driveway, along with the two faces down below.
"Is that...Jacob and Billy?" Katrina asked.
"Jacob?" Bella asked. "Like the Jacob that you would always run around with?"
"I think so," she told her, grabbing her older sister's hand and tugging her along, "Come on."
They walked outside and Katrina waved to the two and Bella did as well before her sister let go of her hand.
"Bella, Katrina, you two remember Billy Black?"
They both nodded, "Yeah," Bella said moving forward to shake his hand, Katrina following right after her. "You're looking good."
"Well, I'm still dancing," he said, a smile on his face. "I'm glad you two are finally here, Charlie hasn't shut up about it since he found out you two were moving up."
They both looked to their dad and Katrina smiled brightly, and when the two began to scrap Jacob moved forward, in front of Katrina and smiling to her, and Bella looked to the two, raising a brow, "It's been a while, huh, Kat?"
She laughed, "Yeah, it has."
Bella looked past the to their father's and she looked to Jacob, "Are they always like this?"
Jacob backed up a little and looked to them, smiling as well before looking to the older sister, "It gets worse with old age."
Billy and Charlie then came back to them and Charlie moved and put his hand on the side of the bed on the red truck, "Do you girls like it?"
"Like what?" they asked in unison.
"The truck," he told them. "It's your guys' homecoming present."
Charlie's face softened as he watched them both smile brightly, like they did when they were little. Their eyes sparkling a bit before they both moved, piling into the truck to get a good look inside. He took a deep breath as he watched them, his chest warming up. He had missed his girls, and having them back felt amazing. Even if they were a little older, he only saw the two little girls who used to braid each other's hair and make forts out of sticks in the backyard, and when they got out of the truck Katrina moved and hugged her Dad like she used to for the first time.
"Thanks, Dad."
He smiled and kissed the top of her head, "You're welcome, Bug."
Later that night, the girls looked up when there was a knock on the door and their Dad walked in, and he saw Bella reading a magazine on the bed, while Katrina was panting, light music playing in the room.
"What's up?" Bella asked.
"Well, I found this for Bug the other day in the attic."
"For me?" Katrina asked.
She moved over and saw that her day was holding a box, a rather unusual one. It was wooden with symbols all over it and a strange lock with symbols carved into the metal as well.
"Yeah, it's from your grandmother," he told her. "She left it for you. I found it while I was cleaning out the attic."
She took the box carefully and as she began to look at it Charlie let them be and Bella got up and moved over and Katrina handed her the box as well. And her older sister looked over the box and moved and pulled on the lock, her brows furrowing when the lock didn't budge, "Huh, think there's a key?"
"There has to be," her sister replied as Bella handed the box back to her.
The blonde looked it over for a few moments and as she held it she felt an odd sensation in her palms, as something drew her to the box, but she shook it off and moved to put it back on the shelf, leaving it there while she got back to painting.