Disclaimer! I Don't Own Twilight. So Unfortunate. But I Do Own A Pair of Really Cute Gold Pumps

Sports.

Sports.

Sports.

And guess what more sports.

No sooner had I turn off the TV when I heard the sound of tired on the gravel in the drive way. Shit! He was home. Ugh in this small town of Forks nothing was a secret.

My name is Isabella Marie Swan but I prefer Bella. I lived with my Dad ever since his divorce with Mom back when I was 4 years old. She left us to go marry some half pint baseball player, Phil.

I scurried up the stairs to my room as quietly and as quickly as I could with my klutzy self. I ditched after lunch today and I had no doubt that Mr. Elva called him. Ugh I hate that guy. I got under my covers and tried to calm my breathing.

"Bella,"

"Bells!"

"Isabella Marie Swan! I know you're up there, your truck is parked out front." Oh crap!

"I'm up here Dad," I tried to put on my best sick voice.

"Knock Knock,"

"Hey Dad"

"You're teacher called; he said you missed your Bio class this afternoon. What's going on Bella you've never ditched before?"

I didn't want to see that ass of a best friend today "I was feeling sick Dad,"

"Oh, well why didn't you call me Bells. I could've taken you to Doctor Cullen or something,"

Yea that ass of a best friend's father. I murmured "It's just girl stuff Dad"

He shifted his weight awkwardly from his left foot to his right and cleared his throat "Oh Ok, I'll umm leave you to it then,"

Yea it was no big surprise that Charlie never felt comfortable when dealing with girl stuff.

I remember when I first got my period and he had to give me "The Talk".

5 years ago

"Daddy! Daddy!"

"Bells? What's going on are you okay?" Trust Charlie to ask if I was okay when I was practically bawling his name.

"My tummy hurts" sniff* "Really Bad!"

"Okay bells come on. You need to get off the bathroom floor."

I stood up as slowly as I could, when I felt something wet and sticky dripping down my leg. That's when I smelt it, Blood, it smelt like rust and salt. I turned around and on the floor was this huge pool of it.

The room started spinning and then, nothing, I fainted I was positive because the next time I opened my eyes I was lying down on my bed and my Dad was sitting on the rocking chair in the corner of my room.

"Uhh Bells. Do you, umm feel okay?"

"Kinda but my tummy still hurts," That's when I remembered what happened- the blood. I could feel the heat rising to my face as I recollected everything.

"Bells we need to talk. Look Honey, you uh got what is called a period. You're uhh menstruating, do you understand?"

"Uh yea kinda, my teacher told us about it last semester."

"Oh ok Good." He sighed in relief "That's really GOOD."

"Okay Bells, did your teacher talk to you guys about uhmm well, uhmm sex?" he questioned embarrassedly

"No, well she just said it was what grownups do." My face was BURNING UP at this point.

"Yea well it is, God I wish your mother was here."

"Well Bells, sex is well, sex is a physical activity that grownups do together when they are in love and living in their own homes and are married most defiantly when they are married. Okay bells?"

"Yes daddy."

Yea right. I didn't understand a thing but I saved him and not to mention myself from the embarrassment of sitting through the conversation. After we went to the store to get some pads (I was 12, I couldn't start wearing tampons yet could I?), which was just as awkward as "The talk", I went to the library claiming I had homework to do. But my dad and I both knew I what I was going to do.

Now back To the Present

My dad went back down stairs living me to my supposed "girl stuff". I turned on my IPod to my "Mix a Tune" playlist. Whoever said you could like Linkin Park, Evanescence, Paramore along with the Jonas Brothers, Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber was sorely mistaken.

The Only Exception by Paramore had just started t play when my dad called me down for the phone.

"Who is it dad?"

"It's Edward!"He shouted up

"I'm busy dad, tell him I'll call later." Yea like that's gonna happen.

I heard my dad reply on the phone. I fell back on my pillow with my music drowning out my surroundings. Drowning out thoughts of HIM. Ugh Edward. He and I had been Best Friends ever since he moved to Forks 11 years ago. He was sitting on the park bench; none of the other kids would play with him. I was eating an ice cream cone while sitting near the sand box when I saw him and I knew he just moved of course because there was no secrets in Forks. So I got up and I walked over to him to ask him if he wanted to play in the sand box with me and he said

"Eww girls are icky!" So I told him he could either play with me or play by himself and I walked back to the sand box. By the time I finished my ice cream cone he was sitting, helping me build a sand castle.

Now he's 17 with hormones and apparently permanently attached to that Blonde Plastic Bimbo Monique. The weird thing is he never liked her but I guess when she came back for senior year after her vaca in LA with her new plastic body parts and a reformed army of skanks a.k.a. Lauren, Jessica and Skye, he dropped me and picked her up the first chance he got.

So it's been weeks since we last talked. Him calling me was just weird. Maybe I should call him back .. or maybe not?