My first story so please go easy on me, not very well written but it will get better! Hope you like it, not very sure who Bella will get involved with but I'll decide soon!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Twilight, just the plot!

Bella POV

Stepping into the airport, I looked around searching for my dad, Charlie, wondering where he could be. He promised me he would be here, but knowing him, he probably won't be here till I find a phone and call him. Might as well get something to eat, the plane food was not the most appetizing thing in the world, then I will call Charlie.

Finally finding a pizza counter, I walked up to the counter and ordered a piece of pepperoni, but sort of lost my appetite when the boy behind the counter stared blankly at my chest, not even trying to avoid being caught. I blushed deep red, I could feel the burning heat on my face, looking away the boy finally got my order but not without him slipping his number on a small piece of paper and winking at me. Feeling nauseous but still very hungry, I turned around and walked to the furthest table away from the counter. Eating the pizza settled my stomach and I walked out of the little pizza station but not walking out without a wink and a smirk from the boy behind the counter, filling sick again I went off to find a pay phone.

I happened to turn around and there standing in his usual flannel t-shirt, was Charlie looking in all directions. Squealing and running over, I jumped into my dads open arms, smiling like a mad woman when he started spinning be around and laughing loudly.

"Oh Bella, my baby girl, I've missed you so much honey", my dad said when he finally set me down on my feet and kissing my cheek.

"I've missed you too daddy, I hated being away from you so long", I said smiling but quickly turning into a frown when I remembered that day when my mom dragged me out of our house.

My parents were so in love when they first got married and had me in their first year of marriage, always laughing and smiling about something, always being in some kind of contact, whether that was holding hands or having their arms wrapped around one another. But things started to change when my mom got a job as a painter. She started to stay longer a her office and not calling to tell my dad when she would be home. Daddy finally confronted her about it when he went into her office and found her in an not so appealing position with one of her clients.

Dad immediately filed for divorce and it was final after six months and my mom took off with me in the middle of the night and headed off to Phoenix, Arizona and that was when I was 6. The man that my mom had an affair with, was a minor league baseball player, Phil Dower, he wasn't famous but made a good chunk of money. I did not dislike Phil, he has always been nice to me but he is far to young for my mom, 15 years younger, my mom has always liked having an adventure and not knowing what was going to go on next and that is what she got with Phil. Now being 17, I decided to move back to what I have always considered my home Forks, Washington with my loving dad. Phil had been traveling with his team and mom stayed home with me, but I knew she was unhappy, so I moved here to get a chance a my own chance of happiness with my daddy.

"Kiddo, your spacing off, you okay?", dad asked concerned, bringing me out of my daydreams.

"Huh? Oh yeah I'm okay, just tired, can we get my stuff and go home?" I asked him and watched as his lips turned up into a smile when I said home.

He nodded and we headed out of the airport and into the home I have always wished I could of stayed at. The car ride home was filled with questions about school what was going on with my life, I decided to tease him and tell him I have had so many boyfriends that I couldn't even begin to count the number of them. He turned red with anger but calmed down when he saw my smirking laugh and then bursting out into laughter and then began to chuckle with me. Kissing my forehead and telling me to never scare him like that again or he would have a heart attack. I do love to freak him out. It's what good daughters do!