(I do not own Edward/Twilight/Jasper/or Seth…*sigh* just my imagination. Btw, if the words are underlined, I have no idea why and would appreciate if someone could tell me how to get them off. J)

Chapter 3

Getting Comfortable

Greg opened the door to quite a scene. Two small boys were rolling around on the floor. The taller, and probably older, had the younger one in a headlock, while as the small on was aiming a kick at the older boy's shins. Before either could cause any damage to the other, Greg stepped over and detangled them. I would have expected him to be harsh, or at least reprimand them, but he just laughed.

"Boys, save it while I introduce Bella to you," he pulled them by the shoulders to face me, and I saw that they really were both quite young. Greg and Dee were only both around their early forties, so I guessed they had the boys late, if they were theirs. The elder had honey colored hair, and big brown eyes. He smiled and ducked his head, mumbling a hello. The younger, however, stepped forward and shook hands.

"Hi. I'm Connor, and this is Nolan. He's eight and I'm seven, but don't worry, Mom told us to not disturb you, and that your room was off-limits and that if we went in or messed up your room, we wouldn't get to fight, which wouldn't be good, 'cause that's our favorite thing to do." He took a big breath and smiled a smile that reached his eyes. Brown, like Nolan, but his hair was darker, closer to color of milk chocolate.

I smiled, happy to know a kid who talked so much, making up for my silence. But I felt that this boy didn't need more than a push to keep him talking for long. "What do you fight about?"

"Well, we don't fight because we don't like each other, or anything, we do it because it's fun and the bruises impress the chicks." Greg playfully shoved Connor into the kitchen where I followed, tripping on a fold in the rug on the way. I caught myself, though, and entered the room.

Inside, the kitchen had to be the biggest room in the house. A cozy fireplace, and a wrap-around window seat took up half the room, while the island and the refrigerator finished it up. A small, willowy woman was bent over the sink, her long blonde hair trailing down her back to her waist. She turned around, and I was allowed to see her eyes, just like Nolan and Connor's. She was dressed in a worn pair of jeans, and a multicolored shirt.

"Oh, Bella, it's so nice to meet you, at last." She walked toward me, and gave me a hug slightly reminiscent to the one from her husband. She smelled like cold grass and Tide.

"Why, you don't look anything like Charlie. I see it in the eyes, but that's it. Well, you must be exhausted." She put her arm around me and handed me a plate from the island. "Tonight's make-your-own taco. Have as many as you want, I have a lot of ingredients. Buying food for the boys and Greg takes two trips to the grocery store." She ruffled Nolan's hair and pulled Greg in for a hug.

She was nice, I thought. And the tacos were amazing, Greg had been right. I remembered that Charlie couldn't cook worth anything, and wondered if I had made his dinners those past few months. I'm pretty sure I had. I wouldn't let my dad live off cereal his whole life.

After dinner, Dee came with me to help unpack. She led me up the stairs, past her and Greg's room, and the boy's shared room into the guest room. It looked slightly similar to the one back at Charlie's. A huge window with a desk in front of it, a canopy bed, and a moon chair spread out. There was also a black book with a single apple on the cover lying across my coverlet.

"My idea." Dee spoke. "It's a dream diary. I thought if you remember anything, you could write it down in there. I won't read it, I promise."

"Thank you, that's so nice." I responded. "Thanks again for letting me stay here. I didn't mind being in Forks, but I think Charlie was really worried."

"He has reason to be, honey. You were in a very dangerous car crash, from what I heard from Charlie. At least you're okay. I really hope you're happy here. The local public school started up about 3 weeks ago, so I think you're smart enough to catch up quickly. You can start maybe next week. That'll give you about five days to get comfortable. But, if it makes you feel better, I hear there's a new family in the area, with kids, so you won't be alone." She smiled and we spent the rest of the evening unpacking my stuff and talking about music and books, both subjects we agreed on everything.

But, even after all that, I cried falling asleep, happy for only one thing.

I wouldn't be starting school as the only new school.