In all honesty, Betty Swan didn't mind moving in with her father. In fact, she wanted to, very much, and Charlie's oldest daughter moving with him meant Betty would too. The whole ordeal, however, was tiresome since she had to pack and listen to her mothers complaining.

"If he thinks he can play favorites and take his other daughter in, then he's got another thing coming to him." Her mother, Sarah, ranted. Betty rolled her eyes at her mother's way of thinking.

"Mom, must you think that there's an ulterior motive to everything?" Betty wondered aloud. Her mother sent her a sharp look and Betty gave her one in return. "You thought I was in a cult because I liked to wear black."

"No, I thought you were practicing witchcraft. An entirely different matter altogether," Her mother retorted. "And I wasn't too wrong in my assumption was I."

"Says the woman who dabbled in the craft when she was younger."

"Yes, and it is one of my biggest regrets. It's dangerous and I don't want you to get hurt." Sarah whispered.

"Mom I ca-"

"We're not having this discussion Elizabeth!" Her mother snapped. "Maybe you shouldn't go with your father after all," Sarah whispered, looking like she wanted to turn the car around.

"No, mom I want to go! I won't bring it up anymore. Let's just get to the airport."

"Dad!" Betty called out. Her father turned in the direction of her voice, a confused look crossing his face when he didn't see her. Betty struggled to push past the people in front of her, apologizing as her luggage stumped a few peoples toes, and made her way to her father.

"Betty, it's good to see you!" Charlie reached out to his daughter and pulled her into an awkward hug. "I've missed you so much."

"I saw you last Christmas dad." The girl mumbled, pulling away from her father.

"Well, it seems like it's been forever. You got all your stuff?" Betty nodded. "We better get going, there isn't much traffic but I, uh, left Bella home."

"You don't have to be awkward about it. I used to spend a few summers with you and Bella, remember? Even if they were when I was like 10."

"At least you two will get along," Charlie mumbled as he picked up one of her suitcases. "Bella started school two days ago but I already got everything ready. If you want you can start tomorrow unless you'd like to get settled in."

"Tomorrow then for Utensil High School,"

"Bella?" Charlie called out as he entered the house. Betty attempted to drag her suitcase into the house as another person greeted him.

"Hey, dad, welcome home." Bella's eyes traveled to Betty who was struggling to carry the suitcase which Charlie jokingly said weighed more than her. The joke made her refuse Charlie's help in lifting the suitcase into the car and out of the car. "Nice to see you again Betty..." Her only response was a grunt and nod. "Do you need any help with that?"

"No, I got this," Betty grumbled as she forced the suitcase into the home. The girl let out a sigh of relief and got the two other bags from the porch before coming in. Bella and Charlie stood there in awkward silence as the girl entered the house once more.

"What you cooking?" Betty asked in an attempt to fill the silence. Both Charlie and Bella snapped out of their daze and looked at the girl.

"Steak and potatoes," Bella mumbled before shuffling towards the kitchen. Charlie started to put up his gun, leaving Betty to stand there and do nothing. The teen shook her head and briefly wondered where she should put her stuff before voicing it.

"Should I just put my bags in the room? Or do I need to put them in a particular spot?" Betty asked.

"I've set your bed up and Bella said you could use part of the closet and dresser," Charlie informed her. "Do you want to lug these things up there all by yourself or do you want me to help?" Betty nodded, allowing Charlie to take her suitcase as she made her way upstairs.

"Thanks, dad," Betty mumbled. Her father nodded and slowly made his way out of the room. The girl's eyes traveled around the room and noticed that it looked almost identical to when she was younger now that Bella was back.

Betty went over to her bed, bending down to knock on the floor. The girl grinned when she felt a loose floorboard and pulled it away from its current spot. Inside of it were several books which she hid last Christmas. If her mother knew that she had them in her possession then she'd die.

"Home sweet home,"

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