A/H. WAFF "I don't know where I want to go, dipshit. If-if-if-if I did, it wouldn't be here or there. I mean, there's no where I belong. Except with you. But you're not here or there. You're everywhere. I just can't be everywhere. I'm not an everywhere type of girl."
Bella is sick of being left behind. She knows exactly what she wants to do. Be with her brother, protect him. So, a trip from Michigan to Washington University sounds easy right? Wrong. Oh, so very wrong. B/E R/Em A/J.
Cold numbed the tip of Bella Swan's fingers and her ass, just outside of her brothers room. Her leg had fallen asleep. She twisted herself slightly, just to release some tension. She looked up at Emmett's bare white door. She missed him, already. Fuck, she was determined to pack herself in his suitcase. But, knowing Emmett, he checked his suitcase for all his Twizzlers and figured out why his bag was 115 pounds heavier. Emmett had just left for college to pursuit his dream job. A businessman. She scoffed when she first heard what he wanted to be and do. He wanted to start a company for building cars and designing them. He'd hire the up-most greatest unknown designers, go to premier balls, and meet the greatest people.
Without her. That's what scared her the most. Emmett had this... personality, quite similar to her mothers. Scatter-brained. Forgetful. A daydreamer. But, Emmett also had that enthusiasm, charisma, and look that could get him anywhere. Something else he had gotten from her mom.
Her mother was a gorgeous ginger, that she envied and her mother made sure of it. She rubbed her perfect L.A. life into Bella's face when possible. It was almost impossible to remember her mom back when she had her sanity. The last memory of Renee was a late fall, when all the sunburn leafs were falling on 8 year old Bella's head and into 10 year old Emmett's hands. They would pile up a leaf mountain, they'd call it Mount. Leafington, and jump into it as a family. It seems as if when Bella jumped into the leafs and Emmett landed on her, causing her to be mounted onto Charlie's shoulders and on the way to the hospital, she realized that life, sweet or horrible, is gonna hurt you sometimes.
That is exactly what Emmett has yet seemed to realize, Bella thought as she chipped away the bland door paint. It seemed to get to her, that she could do shit and everyone would point and Emmett had to make it right or it would stay the same. Of course he as the bigger brother, this is what he was born for.
Charlie's scuffs of his boots could be heard as he walked into the foyer.
She inherited everything from Charlie, her dad. His eyes, his hair, his attitude for wanting to be alone. Everything.
"Bells? You've been sitting up there since he left. You'll see him again, sweet. You're heading off to the same exact college come fall." Charlie said moving up the stairs, as he flung his cop belt over the banister.
"It's not that I miss him here. I am scared for him there, dad. He can't even microwave a hot pocket." She said, sniffling and holding her arms around me. "He's also the only friend I have. He's my brother, though. Not much of a choice." She mumbled.
"Bella Marie Swan, you should be happy for him. He's going after something he has always wanted, since he was 5." Charlie shouted through his bedroom door as he changed into his sweats for the night.
"I know, it's just... if I could get 5 more credits.. I could graduate early. And take care of him, dad." Bella said as she pulled her hair at its end.
"Bella." Charlie said, coming out the door and giving her a glare. "The boy is eighteen, he has money. He can take care of himself."
She tried to come back with words, but she couldn't. Charlie didn't understand. She nodded in defeat and got up to go to her room. As she rounded the corner, spiral stairs lead up to a room,with bare ceilings and scatter pictures hanging on the windows that line the room. Her floor was white wood, as was the rest of the room. Natural lighting filled the room when she wakes and night light filled the room at sleeping time. Her room had no light switch, she let nature guide her day.
Rounding her oak bed side table as she fingered it's fine grain, she fell gently to her bed.
She sat there in silence as she watched the sun go down through her windows. She panicked as she thought about him and his needs.
Emmett can't live on his own. He's like a over-grow, buff, tall... baby. He needs me! I mean, what if he forgets his lunch box or his drinks. He could starve. Holy Crap, he could die. And I wouldn't be there, to save him like I usually do. But wait Bella, maybe this is what he needs. To be alone and figure out things on his own. He could finally learn that the dishes don't wash themselves. Pros and Cons Bella, list 'em.
Pro- He could learn. More, I guess. If he doesn't sleep it off.
Con- He could blow up an entire apartment complex. Yeah, that's possible.
Pro- He'd miss Dad and I more when he visits, there for a present of some sort.
Con- He'd meet a girl. Get her pregnant and live there. FOREVER.
"Oh, god, Bella. You're over reacting." She mumbled as she rubbed her fore head. Emmett would never abandon her, she thought. He was there through the diaper times, the potty times, and her first hot pocket. He pinched every boy that looked at her funny in Pre-k and destroyed the little kid's sand castles.
'That's it. I can't stay here.' She whispered into her subconscious. I have enough credits to graduate. All I have to do it is call the school, yeah. Get diploma in the mail. She'd just call tomorrow on the road.
She came out of it as Charlie slammed his bedroom door. At this sudden break in thought she decided. She sprung up and ran across her room to her closet and shoved everything onto her bed. She picked out two giant duffel bags, big enough to fit what little clothes she had. She put in 5 good pairs of pants, 15 shirts, and two shoes. In the middle of the frenzy, she pulled out her cleaning goods. She hated leaving here, with Charlie all alone. But she hated being here alone more.
Bella raced down the stairs, tripping over the last step and landing correctly on her feet, surprisingly.
Throwing her bags into her car and walking back in, she thought about how to write Charlie a goodbye for now letter. Grabbing some paper and a pen, she wrote:
Dear Dad,
I'm not dead. I'm not a run-away. Or maybe I am, but I am safe. I'll call you when I can and leave you heart-filled messages.
Love, Bella.
Sniffling a little, she taped the paper to the Captain Crunch, where she knew he would find it first and walked out on her Forks life, for now at least.