I don't own Twilight! But I do own a husband who cannot cook for his life, nevertheless he can order pizza!
Chapter 2 – Lighthouse
Chapter Sum: Bella and Charlie are adjusting to each other, adjusting their routines. And routines are a safe harbor, aren't they?
BPOV
I enjoyed my ride home. Jacob seemed to be a nice guy, easy to get along with although sometimes I preferred my solitude. I felt safe in my truck and my thoughts started to drift towards my plans for the rest of the evening. Tomorrow I'd start school, so I wanted to savor my freedom while it lasts. As far as I knew my father, he would be sitting in front of the TV, watching a baseball game and drinking a can of beer. Even haven't spent an awful lot of time with him I knew him as a predictable man. He and I were alike in those things. We did like our routines and disapprove of surprises. Routines and repetition were our lighthouses in a world filled with landmines of potential embarrassment and the physical pain of accidents that came along with being an exceedingly accident-prone person.
When I entered the house the smell of burned food hit me like a wave. I followed it into the kitchen, where Charlie was sitting at the table staring shocked at the chaos around him. So much for routines I thought. "Hi Bella. I thought I make you a proper dinner your first evening here," He glanced at the pots containing coal like remains of food and gave me a sheepish smile "but I guess, we better order some pizza." I couldn't agree more. From my holidays with him, I knew he couldn't cook so much as a pot of hot water. "It'd fine dad. You get the pizza and I clean things up a bit. And maybe afterwards we should talk about splitting household tasks." I sighted. "I guess you're right. I'm so sorry. I wanted to do something special for you." For my dad this statement meant opening up to me a lot. I appreciated his efforts, all the while I was happy he didn't dwell on the topic of his emotions. I wasn't comfortable talking about such things either; it always made me feel awkward. After half an hour the kitchen looked like a place to prepare food again and the delicious fumes of fresh pizza were floating through the house. While Charlie had been getting the pizza I discovered that he had near to nothing in the like of real food stored away, let alone something fresh. Frozen fish and some packs of mac and cheese, cornflakes and milk were all I found. It made me wonder about the ingredients of his attempted dinner earlier.
Seeing that Charlie was no use in the department of cooking and healthy diet I offered to take over responsibility for our meals and my father quickly agreed. Additionally, I wouldn't want him to do my washing, that simply would be to embarrassing.
Later, Charlie slipped into his routine, excusing himself, mumbling something about an important game. I did tidy up the leftovers of our dinner and then went into my room to get my book. I joined my father in the living room. He was sprawled across the sofa, but as I entered he offered me some of the space on it. I declined and made myself comfortable with a cushion on the floor. While I read, he watched the game. We sat there in amicable silence. For the first time in Forks, I really started to feel relaxed. At least as long, as I didn't thought about tomorrow.
As I made myself ready for bed, I took a glimpse in the mirror. What would the other pupils of Forks High think about the new girl? The chief's daughter? What would they see? I tried to have a look at myself with the eyes of a stranger. I was average build, not skinny or fat. My brown hair was nothing special and the tone of my skin simply was too pale for someone claiming to come from Phoenix. I guess here, this would only make me more average. Boring. I let out a deep sight. Theoretically, average and boring should mean, that I would not stand out in the crowd of pupils. Average and boring meant save - but I feared, that the student body of Forks High would not serve me with a crowd to hide in. Even if I did blend in concerning my appearance, I was sure I'd never belong into any group there. My mind was too different. Back in Phoenix I was too much of a freak, even for the freaks. My mother always used to say, that I was born middle aged. I couldn't help, that I was not interested in the same kind of things as my peers were. The latest fashion? – I hate shopping. All I care is that my clothes are comfortable! The latest band? – My Ipod was mostly filled with classics and oldies, some independent here and there. Doing Sports was out of my league anyway. I couldn't even look at a ball or a bat without hurting anybody. Heck, I couldn't even manage half a day, without stumbling over my own feet!
No matter from what angle I looked at it, there could never be a group of teenagers anywhere, that I would fit in, least in the small town of Forks. Ever heard of a group of all grown up teenagers in one school? See, my point exactly.
As I crept under my duvet, I knew, sleep would not come easy tonight.
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