After the meal that night, I felt like I'd been walking on eggshells. Phil thought I hated him, mom thought I hated her and if I was quite honest, I didn't know how I felt. I'd sat down with them and we'd called my dad and told him everything, he of course was ecstatic, I left out a few details, not wanting to upset him with the fact that I was only moving in with him because I had no other choice. It wouldn't do well to upset someone else, especially the person I was going to live with now. After the phone call mom and Phil helped me get my flights and mom took me shopping for some new clothes. I couldn't exactly wear my nice Pheonix summer clothes in wet, cold, dreary Forks.

"Mom, you do know I don't hate you right?" I asked her while I was trying on a sweater.

"Oh honey, I know that. I know why you're doing this, and I'm very grateful but you don't have to go. We can cancel the tickets, your dad will understand I'm sure. I'm sure we can figure something out." I heard Renee saying.

"But mom, that's just it. I do have to go. It's about time I went back to Forks. If I stayed you'd have to stay with me, not because I needed you to but because you needed to. I can't to that again, it's bad enough with Phil only a couple of hours away, when he goes further you'd be running on empty all the time and that's not fair for any of us. So I have to go." I was glad that I had gotten used to lying. It wasn't about time I went back to Forks, I'd never wanted to go back to Forks yet here I was acting as if I did. But I had to keep reminding myself, I wasn't doing this for myself, I was doing it for mom, for mom and Phil.

I continued to tell myself that all the way to me getting on the plane. I didn't feel like just three days ago I'd told mom and Phil I was going to forks, and now here I was about to board the plane that would take me to that dreaded place. They'd tried to convince me to stay for longer to get more organised but I knew I had to do it right away otherwise I'd let myself get talked out of it. So here I was, Monday morning catching a plane to my new, well old, home instead of going to school like I would have been if nothing had changed. At this point I wasn't sure if was glad about Phil's career change anymore. But now it was too late. I sat down in my seat on the plane and looked out the window to the airport trying to see if I could see Phil and Renee and even though I couldn't, I waved them goodbye anyway. And as we took off, I waved goodbye to Pheonix, Arizona, the warmth and the sun.

The plane landed and I was surprised to see the sun, but then I remembered that I was in Seattle, this was where the plane stopped first.
Now I had to get another, smaller plane to Port Angeles, where my dad would pick me up and drive me to forks. It would be that drive that saw the end of the sun. I found my way to the right gate and headed to the plane. Boarding this plane was a lot quicker but not as nicer, it was a lot more cramped and I had less leg room, but then I suppose I had more important things I should have been worrying about. Like school. There was no way that I would be able to start straight away surely, I mean it's not even as though is the beginning of semester. I cursed myself mentally, wishing I'd thought this through more. Maybe I should have left it another couple of weeks. No, I wouldn't have done it. I would have given in to mom and then she'd have been unhappy because she had to be split between me and Phil. No I had to do this. That was all there was to it. As soon as I'd gotten settled in my seat and found a comfortable way to position my legs we were being told to put our seatbelts back on as we were coming in to land.
Suddenly my stomach started spinning like a washing machine and I started feeling really funny. Was I nervous about seeing my dad? Really? Well this was weird. Or maybe it was the ominous feeling of going into a place I didn't really know that well but had hated most of my life. We landed with a couple of bumps and came to a standstill. Passengers started to get off and I knew I should but somehow I couldn't force myself to my feet. I looked outside and there was his cruiser, parked by some other cars, obviously waiting to pick people up. That did it, knowing he was waiting for me made me stand up and get my butt into gear. I grabbed my carry on bag and pulled my coat up tighter round me and stepped off the plane. And there he was. Charlie. He looked exactly the same as the last time I remembered seeing him, though maybe with a little less hair than before. He walked over to meet me.

"Hey Bells. You've grown." He smiled at me.

"Thanks, so have you." I smiled back.

"Well err, let's go get your bags." And with that we walked side by side in the silence that would be comfortable between us to go and get the few belongings I'd brought.

As Charlie drove me to his house in the cruiser, I knew this was how my life would be now. Rain, green, clouds, cold and more green. Forks was such a different place compared to Pheonix. I sighed as we passed, yet again, more green surroundings, rocks, tree trunks, floor, everything was green here. Charlie misread my frustrated sigh.
"Don't worry, it's only another 10 minutes, then we'll be home." He assured me. His ten minutes turned out to be closer to twenty, and all of them were spent in silence. That's what I liked about Charlie, he didn't pry or pester. He certainly hadn't questioned my sudden, and quite shocking, decision to move out of my mom's in Pheonix, and in with him in Forks. Rainy, green, cloudy and cold Forks. The only place as a child I had absolutely loathed. And now, here I was, sentencing myself here. I would take some time falling into the routine with Charlie I had abandoned so long ago, when I had finally managed to stop coming here. Charlie pulled the cruiser onto the driveway of the house that was so familiar to me, even after all this time, it hadn't changed at all. As he parked I noticed an old red truck next to us.

"Who's here?" I asked him, assuming the occupants from the truck were already inside the house.

"Uh, well nobody's here." Charlie mumbled, not looking at me.

"So who's is the truck then?" I asked, confused now.

"Well, a friend of mine was selling it off, and well, I kinda bought it for you as a welcome home present, so, welcome home Bells." He turned to smile at me. I didn't know what to say. It was the nicest thing someone had done for me in a long time. It looked old, but it didn't bother me, it was mine.