Chapter 3

Bella's POV

"Excuse me miss..." Uggghh. Who is that? Can't they see I'm sleeping?

"Miss..." Ignore it Bella.

"Miss? Excuse me?"

God... this is so annoying.

"Miss?! Excuse me!!" I yelped as I felt someone roughly and violently shake my shoulder, almost knocking me out of my seat. Instinctively, I swatted my arm across the offensive source and ended up hitting something followed by an 'oof!' and a long and lazy 'ooow.'

I shot up and looked in front of me in surprise.

"Mi dispiace tanto! È stato un incidente... (I'm so sorry! It was an accident)" I babbled when I realized that I hit the stewardess square across her face.

She looked back at me in shock, holding her face with one hand while she steadied herself with her other on the armrest. The look on her face was comical! Well, I guess now she'll think twice before shoving someone off their seats while sleeping.

"I'm so sorry. It was an accident," I replied more calmly and in English. She shot me a disbelieving look as she stood up, still holding her face.

I sighed in exasperation; did she really think I would hit her on purpose? "I was sleeping. You surprised me," I told her in a bored tone as I got up and stretched. Man, was I stiff. I must've looked like I was in a coma while sleeping.

"Well, that's quite alright," she said as she smoothened her uniform and rubbed her cheek a last time. "We've landed in Port Angeles now miss," she said, a little annoyed.

"Ah, si, grazie" I grinned at her as I walked around her to get off the plane; not caring if she understood me or not.

I gracefully entered the airport, thankful that Renee forced me into one of those workshops the last summer I was here in the States that helped you walk and talk better and all that crap that I used to hate before.

As soon as I approached baggage claim I was already hit on thrice and asked out twice. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at them. I mean, come on! Who hits on someone in the airport?! Instead I just smiled politely and pretended not to understand. "Mi dispiace, non capisco (I'm sorry, I don't understand)." All the while, snickering in my head.

Of course, my monstrous suitcases didn't give me an easy time to escape all the eyes on me as more people watched me awkwardly try and haul them. Key word here... try. To make it worse, I almost ended up falling in the rotating thing. I looked around for some airport people to help when I saw some girls looking at me up and down with their mouths hanging open loosely.

My brows knitted together and I looked down at myself. I looked back up and saw the girls glance down at themselves then back at me.

What the hell is their problem?

I turned around and waited for my luggage to come around again. I crossed my arms, feeling self-conscious and looked back down at myself.

It was then that I realized that I stuck out like an incredibly swollen, beet red, sore thumb that needed to go under surgery in what I was wearing around here. I had on a very low, V-neck,¾ sleeves brown top with a white, lacy camisole under it which can be seen; a fitting black jacket with fur on the hem of the hood; dark, fitting jeans; knee high, black stiletto leather boots and a black beret. It was—very European.

I huffed out and tightened my arms across my chest as I spotted my luggage coming again. Well, it's not my fault people here just dress in butt-ugly shirts and baggy jackets now is it?

I released my arms as my suitcases neared me. I decided to haul them one at a time. I was about to brace myself to pull when a pair of arms shot from my right and pulled my suitcase out with minimal effort.

I looked to the side to see a really tall man, about a year older than me, obviously Italian by his complexion and dark hair, smiling down at me as he placed it beside me.

"We will get the other one...when it comes back," he said, struggling through his English in a very heavy Italian accent. I couldn't help but smile. His accent reminded me already so much of home and my friends.

"Grazie mille. Sei italiano? (Thank you very much. Are you Italian?)" I beamed up at him, though I already know the answer.

He looked a bit taken back, since I didn't look like an Italian native, his eyebrows shooting up at me. He looked me over once and smiled back at me.

"Si, sono italiano. E tu? (Yes, I'm Italian. And you?)" he asked curiously.

"No, non sono italiana. Sono americana, ma ho vissuto a Roma. (No, I'm not Italian. I'm American but I lived in Rome.)" I replied back, grinning cheekily as I noticed people not so subtly eavesdropping on our conversation-- not like they could understand what we were talking about.

"Ah si, non sembri italiana, ma si vestono come uno... e parlare come uno. (Ah, yes, you don't look Italian but you dress like one... and talk like one.)" he told me as he chuckled deeply, his shoulders rising and falling as I laughed along with him.

"Che cosa posso dire? Roma è cresciuta su di me. (What can I say? Rome grew on me.)" I said teasingly, shaking my head after composing myself. Our little chuckling moment earned a few more stares and a hell lot more of eavesdroppers.

We stopped when we noticed my other suitcase coming around again. I just stood there as I watched as it came closer and err... what's-his-name pull it out and set it beside me.

"Un momento, (One moment.)" I said, holding up one finger as I quickly got a cart for my illegally heavy luggage. He hauled them on the cart, and I can see his muscles flexing and protesting as he did it. He secured them on the cart, dusted his hands together then turned to face me.

"Grazie mille! Tu mi ha salvato da una schiena spezzata. (Thank you very much! You saved me from a broken back.)," I said, laughing a bit. I remembered I didn't even know who he was so I stuck out my hand in front of him, smiling, "Mi chiamo Bella, e tu? (My name is Bella, and you?)"

He grinned at me and took my hand, "Sono Sandro. Piacere. (I'm Sandro. Pleasure.)

We hugged briefly and kissed each other's cheeks then I decided it was time for me to go find Charlie. "Piacere, grazie ancora... ciao. (Pleasure, thanks again... bye.)" I said as we let go and I started to push my cart away, waving back at him.

I walked around the airport a bit, not sure where to find Charlie... he said he'd be here. Okay, so, today is Thursday, he'd have work today so he should be in his unifo—AHA! I thought as I suddenly found a man in a police uniform with brown hair and eyes not a few feet away from me. No doubt it was Charlie; he was the Chief of Police in Forks.

I pushed my cart hurriedly, trying not to run over any people or idle kids on the way as I made a bee line for him.

Well, that's just great! Am I transparent now?! I snorted in my head as he looked directly passed me. I mean, come on! I was looking and grinning like a fool right at him and I bet I'm hardly invisible in the clothes I had on.

I huffed as I slowed down, nearing him. I swear this man is just blind sometimes.

I stood about six feet away in front him, completely blocking his sight. I watched him, very amusedly, as he looked at me with an annoyed expression before stretching on his tiptoes to look around and behind me.

I tilted my head back a bit and barked out a laugh. Oh, this is going to be good! Not even my own father recognizes me. Awesome...

I walked towards him again and stopped right in front of him. I was as tall as him now thanks to my boots. He looked positively annoyed that I was there in front of him bothering him.

Oh well, at least I don't have to worry about my own dad hitting on me. I shuddered at that thought and looked at him.

"Excuse me officer, I'm terribly sorry for bothering you, but I'm lost and I can't find my father," I told him in the sweetest voice I could muster partnered with my famous Bella-always gets-her-way pout.

His face immediately softened and I snickered internally. "Of course, we can have him paged if you want," he said gently, smiling at me. My lips were starting to twitch as I choked down the giggle that was threatening to escape from my throat.

"What's his name?" he asked as he started to turn around and walk towards the information desk to page my 'father'.

"His name is Charlie Swan," I said, smirking as his body froze mid step, his back already turned at me.

I jumped up a bit when he suddenly whirled around, most likely giving himself a whip lash, to stare at me with eyes, wide like saucers .

"Wh-what did you say?" he stuttered a bit and I composed myself and pretended to look confused.

"My father's name is Charlie Swan. Is there a problem, officer?" I asked him, widening my eyes a bit in innocence and pursing my lips to a little pout.

He looked me very quickly over before staring at me again with very disbelieving eyes. I wanted so badly to snicker, but kept it on hold.

"Be-Be-Bella?!" He all but breathed.

"Yes?" I asked innocently, a grin breaking through my face.

"BELLA!" He yelled and rushed up to me to give me a bone crushing hug. If the suitcases didn't break my back then this goddamn hug will.

"Dad... don't...kill me. Need...air!" I gasped as I tried to push away slightly.

"Whoops, sorry kiddo," he chuckled, releasing his death grip on me. Hmp. I blame him for Emmett's abnormally life threatening hugs. Damn genes.

"I can't believe you didn't recognize me Dad!" I laughed as I smoothed my clothes out. "And I thought you were excited to see me..." I said, teasing him as I looked up to him from under my lashes.

He laughed lightly, "Don't blame me Bells. You're the one who doesn't look like a thing the last time I saw you."

I grimaced at that, remembering what I did look like before. "Well, thank God for that," I mumbled under my breath.

"Well Bells, it's amazing, I'm glad you're back. You look great! I can't wait till Emmett sees you! I bet he'll have a heart attack by the way you look! You're all grown up! I just can't belie—" I laughed out loud and held up my hands to stop him.

"Dad, I know, I'm glad I'm back too, but what's up with the word vomit?" I chuckled as I started to push the cart outside to the parking lot.

He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck while walking beside me.

"It's just great to have you around again Bella. Nothing has been the same without you," he started and I could feel the sadness in his voice. "Sure, everything's fine but it was just a mess when you left."

I stopped and turned my head to look at him. He was staring at the floor, studying it intently like he was going to be quizzed on it after.

"I'm so sorry Dad. You have to understand that I had to do what I did. I never intended for it to have that effect on you and Em," I told him while wrapping an arm around his shoulders awkwardly.

"I know. It's just, even if you told us not to react that way, we still would've. Emmett took it the worse," he said, walking forward again.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I'll make it up to both of you, I promise," I smiled at him when he turned to glance at me and he returned it.

I knew the effect of my leaving had on them. They both went into a somewhat state of depression. Emmett really took it worse that my Dad did—way worse. He locked himself in his room for a full week, blaming himself that I left because he couldn't protect me, refusing to go to school despite Charlie breaking down his bedroom door and threatening to send him to military camp. He called me about six times a day for a month, begging me to come back. He went into depression for a few months that his grades slipped drastically until it led to him getting held back a year in school.

That might have been the worse thing that could've happened to him and I blame myself completely for that. Emmett and I were really close and I mean joined-by-the-hip close. We were virtually inseparable, until it came to school that is, seeing as we had different classes and he was a year higher than me. We were best friends and he always protected me, that's why he took it so hard when I left.

I should've came back when I heard what was happening to him. I should've, but I didn't. I was too selfish at that moment to get away from all the torture I've suffered for all those years. I blame myself and beat myself up everyday until now for being the cause of Emmett's still, most of all, I blame Edward Cullen for driving me out of my home. I swear, if it's the last thing I would do, I'd make sure he'll regret having ever done those things to me.

That's why I'm going to make it up to Em while I'm here. I'm going to be the best sister and do whatever it takes for him to be happy just like before and better.

"Well, here we are kiddo," Charlie's call snapped me out of my thoughts and I realized we were in front of the cruiser. We walked to the back and he popped the trunk open.

"Dad, I think we're going to have to join forces to lift my luggage one at a time," I told him shyly, biting my lip. Damn, next time, I'm going to bring six bags that I can fairly carry and not two enormous ones that I can barely lift.

"Err, okay?" He said but it sounded more like a question as he eyed my seemingly normal suitcases.

Good thing the cart was level with the trunk; in that case we don't actually have to lift it, just move it parallel and set it down.

"Damn Bella! What do you have in these things? The whole of Italy?!" He asked incredulously as he huffed while trying to move the cursed luggage full of rocks into his trunk.

I snorted as I pushed it with him, "Not likely. Just everything I own."

After about seven minutes of just putting two goddamn bags into a trunk, we finally finished, panting and climbed in the car.

I took off my jacket and beret, folded them and tossed them in the back seat.

"So Bells, do you need a car?" Charlie asked casually while we drove back to Forks.

"No, my car will be shipped in by tomorrow if there aren't any delays," I said, looking out my window.

"What kind of car do you have?" he asked curiously.

"A Ferrari," I said in a bored tone, teasing him a bit with a sigh.

I could hear his mouth pop open and I could feel his eyes burning holes at the side of my head. I turned to look at him and sure enough, he was gawking at me at a way that was suicidal if you were driving.

"Dad! Keep your bloody eyes on the road!" I yelled, panicking.

He shook his head and turned his attention back in front of him.

"Bella..." he warned.

"Sorry for the language, Dad. I panicked," I said, laughing nervously.

"It's fine... Bella, a Ferrari?!" he said, his eyes widening at the mention of my car and I snickered at him.

"Yeah, Dad. It was a gift from my best friends for my sixteenth birthday, didn't I tell you that?" I asked him, confused. I was pretty sure I told him that.

He turned a bit to look at me, narrowing his eyes into slits then turning back to the road.

"No, I'm sure I would've remembered something like that."

"Oh, whoops, sorry. Yeah, I've had it for two years now," I said, awkwardly, looking out the window again.

"Oh! Don't tell Emmett! I want everything to be a surprise with him," I snickered as I watched the buildings disappear.

"Hmm, sure thing, kiddo. I can't wait to see this car of yours," he said.

"Me too," I mumbled, mostly to myself.

The rest of the car ride was silent and I even took a nap, feeling a bit of jet lag kick in.

The next thing I was conscious about was Charlie gently shaking me, telling me we're home.

I opened my eyes and sure enough, there it was, the same old house I lived in four years ago, staring back at me through the windshield.

I hopped out and stretched a bit, yawning and still feeling a bit stiff from the plane. I wobbled to the back of the cruiser in my heels as I approached Charlie.

He was staring down inside the trunk with the most comical expression on his face. His brows were pushed down together so closely, you'd think he had a unibrow; his nose and lips were scrunched up in some deformed way and his hand was rubbing the facial hair he had on his chin.

I looked down and damn. Those goddamn luggage will be the death of me!

I groaned out loud as I grabbed hold of a handle. "Dad, let's just pull together and get this shi...nanigan over with," I grumbled, then chuckling nervously knowing I almost cursed in front of him; it came out like a wheeze instead. Hahaha.

Well, after another exhausting episode with the bags, almost splitting one wide open and almost cracking the other one, we managed to drag-- yes, drag-- them all the way to the house. We decided that we'd just leave them by the stairs and let Emmett carry them later.

"So Bells, I have to head back to the station. Sorry I'd have to leave you so soon but I'll be back tonight and Emmett will be back anytime soon from school," he said as I slumped loudly on the couch.

"Sure. Hey Dad, is my room still good?" I asked tiredly as he walked towards the front door.

"Yeah, clean and all that. Just go on ahead and do whatever you want," he replied, stepping out. "Bye Bells," he called out before shutting the door.

"Dad, wait!" I called back, jogging to the front door and opening it again.

He turned around when he heard me and I walked down the porch to the pathway where he was and hugged him tightly.

"I really am sorry, Dad. I promise I'll make it up to the both you," I said sadly.

He rubbed my back comfortingly while returning my hug, "It's okay, Bells. Just glad you're back." He looked at me and gave me a smile.

We pulled away and said our goodbyes. I watched the cruiser drive away and when it was out of sight, I went back inside the house and collapsed on the couch.

After ten minutes of regaining my strength, I trekked up the stairs and into my old room. I pushed open the door and smiled.

It looked exactly like it did before. My dark blue bedding was still there and all the books I left here were still in their place. My cream yellow curtains still draped on the windows and my desk was as neat as always. It was a little stuffy though, but nothing an open window or an air freshener can't fix.

I suddenly remembered one very important matter. I snatched my phone from my pocket and hit speed dial.

I completely forgot to tell my mom that I was back in America and not only that, but that I planned to stay here for my last year of high school. Shit. Well, I'm here now, there's not much she can do about it.

After almost an hour of arguing and persuading and convincing that I just really missed Dad and Em and that it would be harder to visit them when I enter college, my mom finally gave in, saying that I'd have to go back to Italy for college. I agreed quickly since that was really the plan Dan, Dean, Damon and I had. After a few more small talk on how I was and stuff like that, we said our goodbyes, with me, ending up promising to visit her in Phoenix soon, not that I minded.

After checking my room again, I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I pulled through my hair with my fingers and decided that I still looked decent enough to last till the end of the day.

I went back downstairs to the kitchen and decided to make dinner since Emmett's supposed to be home soon.

I started shuffling through the cupboards and found... nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Goddamn!! How are they still alive?!

This house has absolutely no food in it! I was already thanking my lucky stars, ready to bow down on my knees and worship them when I found spaghetti and some tomato sauce to at least make a decent dinner. Note to self: go food shopping tomorrow.

I started boiling some water in a pot for the pasta. While waiting for it, I took a glass of water and drank it, thinking of how Emmett would look like.

Well based on the severe scarcity of food in this place, I wouldn't be too surprised if he looked like an anorexic stick by now.

The water boiled and I decided to use all of the spaghetti left and started stirring them.

I walked around the kitchen aimlessly in a circle.

What do I do... wait, more importantly, what do I say when I see Emmett?

Okay, I can say...

Emmy! I've missed you so much! What the hell took you so long to get home?! Then I'd jump on him and get a death grip around his neck!

Wait, no, no, no. That'd be weird. He wouldn't recognize me and it'd be awkward for him to have a random girl he doesn't know jump on him.

Okay, okay. So maybe I could just say, "Hey Emmy! Miss your little sister?" Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Ugh, no! Knowing me, I wouldn't be able to be that composed... I was starting to panic a bit. Shit. I haven't seen him in four years! How the hell and I supposed to face him after walking out like I did?!

I was pacing around the kitchen, occasionally stirring the spaghetti when I heard a loud rumble of like a truck or jeep outside.

Oh shit! Is that him?!

I panicked and started to head out the kitchen. Shit, wait, the spaghetti! I turned back and stirred it quickly. I heard the front door open and heavy footsteps trudge in.

Oh no! What do I do? What do I do?

I turned back and back again. Okay, maybe I can make a quick escape to the hallway and out the backdoor until I can come up with something good to say.

I started to move out of the kitchen when I heard the footsteps coming near.

"What the? Whose bags are these?" I heard a low and deep voice wonder. Shit, is this guy even Emmett?

I turned quickly turned on my heel back into the kitchen when I heard the footsteps shake the house headed into where I was!

I decided last minute to just pretend not to hear him and go back to the damn noodles.

I heard the footsteps near and enter the kitchen only to be stopped abruptly, probably by the sight of me.

"Uhhh, hello?"

I was nervous as hell as I turned around slowly to face this guy.

"Dio mio!" I jumped back and almost burned myself when I saw the huge, burly man in front of me with muscles bursting out of his arms the size of my thighs. He could've been a professional wrestle for all I knew!

"Uh, hehe, hello there," I replied awkwardly, waving my fork at him after I've calmed and composed myself.

"Ummm," he said, staring at me while rubbing the back of his enormous neck, "Who are you?"

"Umm, I'm your..." I looked around me and my eyes zeroed in on the pasta and the fork I had in my hand, "err... new hired cook!" I finished, grinning cheekily at him.

"Cook?" He repeated, quirking an eyebrow at me.

"Oui! From France! Your Dad, Charlie, hired me since you obviously lack proper food in this house," I told him, suddenly in a almost authentic French accent, (thank you Damon and his obsession with anything French!) while snickering at myself.

"Oh, err, well, okay?" He said, looking very awkward.

"You're Emmett, I presume?" I asked, smirking.

He looked back at me from where he was staring at the floor and gave me a huge grin.

"Yeah! I'm Emmett, but you can call me Em or Emmett the Great, whichever you like better," he said. I don't know which was funnier, the fact that he wanted me to call him Emmett the Great or the other fact that he suddenly became serious and kept a straight face as he said it.

I looked at him and laughed out loud. Yep, definitely the second one.

"Well," I started, using the French accent again, "it's a pleasure to meet you, Emmet the Great." He smiled widely as I said that and I couldn't help but grin back at him.

"I am... Marie," I said, sticking out my hand to him. He took it and shook hands with me, almost crushing my palm.

"You know, for someone who doesn't even have decent food here, no offense, you're huge!" I teased, rubbing my hand.

He chuckled and started backing away into the hallway, "Well, what can I say? I'm awesome like that."

"Where are you going?"

"Oh," he smiled sheepishly having been caught trying to get away, "I'm just...err, going to make a phone call."

"Okay," I smiled and turned back to the pasta and started to make the sauce.

I heard his abnormally heavy footsteps walk down the hallway to where the phone was and stop.

I chuckled at no one, shaking my head at him. I can't believe he still didn't recognize me! Well,to be fair, I can't believe that he was that huge! What has Charlie been feeding him?! Elephant food?!

I took the pasta out and drained the water and place them in a large bowl. I let the sauce simmer a bit while I set the table for dinner.

"Hello, this is Emmett; can I talk to my Dad?" I heard Emmett's hushed voice from the hallway. I giggled quietly. Oh god, this is going to be good. He's actually going to check with Charlie if he really did hire a French cook for them.

"Hey Dad... no, I'm fine, I just wanted to ask you something..."

I strained my ears against the doorway of the kitchen, not really wanting to stick my head out into the hall.

"Yeah, Dad well... why the hell didn't you tell me that you hired a French cook for us?! A really hot French cook at that... I almost had a heart attack when I saw her!" I had to slap a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing when he called me hot.

I chuckled quietly through my hand, shaking my head. Oh Emmett, if only you knew.

"What?!" He suddenly bellowed and I jumped a bit to the side, hitting my head against the door.

"Then who the hell is that woman standing there in the middle of our kitchen cooking?!" he demanded, audibly lowering his voice.

Shit, now my cover is blown. Thanks a lot Charlie. I can imagine him now... chuckling and shaking his head at Emmett through the phone in the station.

"My... my... sister?" he whispered so quietly that I almost didn't hear it.

Now he knows. I can finally hug him. I felt tears pooling in my eyes as I turned back to the oven and poured the sauce over the spaghetti.

I heard the phone slam and Emmett running back to the kitchen as I set the bowl of pasta in the middle of the table.

He appeared through the doorway of the kitchen, staring at me. I had my side to him and I could see him through the corner of my eye.

Once I placed dinner on the table, I turned to look at him fully, tears now flowing down my cheeks.

"Hi Emmy," I said, smiling weakly at him.

I guess that did it because he came bounding through the kitchen and picked me up for a huge engulfing hug.

"BELLA!" he shouted in my ear and though I was almost sure I'd become deaf, I didn't care as I hug him back with all the strength I could force.

He swung me around the kitchen a few times before setting me back on my feet. He placed his hands on my forearms and pulled away a bit to look at me.

He had such a huge and goofy grin on his face that I laughed while wiping my face of my tears and grinned right back at him.

"I can't believe you had to call Dad just to know who I am. I must say Emmett, I'm offended," I said teasingly, placing a hand over my heart, feigning hurt.

His grin got even wider and he hugged me again quickly and pulling back away again.

"BELLA! It's... YOU! You're back!" He bellowed in front of my face, shaking his head widely.

I winced and rubbed my ears, "Yes, I think we've established that I'm Bella, Emmy," I said, teasing him again. "And if you don't stop yelling in my ears, I'm going to go deaf!" I scolded, laughing.

He laughed back with me, and I jumped back from his booming voice which only made him laugh harder. After restarting my heart from the shock, I rolled my eyes at him. Gee, thanks a lot.

"I can't believe it's you Bells! You look so different!" He said, shaking his head disbelievingly.

"Yeah, I know, you called me hot!" I snickered and saw his eyes widen.

"Well," he dropped his hand from my arms and stepped back, "how the heck was I supposed to know that it was you! Come to think about it, how am I supposed to know that it really is you? For all I know, you could be an impostor!" He exclaimed, narrowing his eyes and jabbing a finger at me, becoming overly defensive.

Oh god, this is so funny.

"Emmett, it really is me," I said, shaking my head while laughing.

"Prove it."

I looked back at him and saw that he was completely serious. Oh crap! He really doesn't believe that it's me?!

I panicked for a while then calmed down after remembering a few things that I only know.

I smirked at him.

"Well, sweetie," I started, using our old nicknames for each other, "we're best friends. You got delayed a year, because of me," I frowned a bit at that but composed myself again.

"When I was six and you were seven, you had an imaginary friend named Tootsie which you made me put to 'bed' when you were too tired to do it. You're afraid that clowns will suck your face and you have a birthmark shaped like Australia on your right butt," I finished, keeping a straight face at him.

His face broke into that huge goofy grin again and picked me up, again.

"It really is you honey!!!" he shouted.

"Yes, finally!" I exclaimed exasperatedly.

He set me down and he suddenly turned towards the table.

"FOOD!" He bellowed and marched to the dinner table and sat down.

I chuckled at his silliness and followed suit.

We started eating in silence when Emmett broke it.

"Sho honi, are you shtaying fohr good?" He asked me through his mouth full of spaghetti.

"Eww, Em, keep your mouth closed when you're eating," I scolded. "And yes, I'm staying here for my last year of high school!" I finished smiling happily.

He gulped down his spaghetti and looked at me with wide happy eyes.

"Really?" I nodded. "We're going to be classmates! That's awesome!" He raised a hand to high-five me.

"Yeah, I think Charlie will register me tomorrow," I said, eating some pasta. "It's a good thing school hasn't started that too long ago," I mused.

"Okay, Bells," he said, clapping his hand together, "tell me what you've up to."

With that, we started talking throughout dinner. I told him how I got to look like this, how walking around and what growing up in Italy did to me. I told him about my friends, about Dan, Dean and Damon but minus the details of living in an all-boys school for a whole year... no need to give him a real heart attack. He asked me why my best friends were guys and from the looks of it, he didn't seem too happy about it. I just told him that I do have some girl friends but I never really got along with them like I did with the three. I told him how I just missed him and Dad and how I might never get a chance to see them if I waited until college... again, minus the detail of having burned down half of my best friends' school.

He told me about his life here too. He had two best friends but I didn't press much detail from that and a girlfriend, which I already know of. Her name is Rosalie Hale and he would always talk of her when we'd occasionally talk over the phone. From Emmett's descriptions and stories, she sounds like a Goddess and they've been together since freshmen year. He said that Rosalie was really fond of me, cue blush, because he'd also tell her stories about me. He even said that she demanded to be the first one to meet me when I come back, cue another blush. He was the captain of the football team and from the looks of it, he was still one of those popular people.

After dinner, we were lounging lazily on the couch, watching some football game. I didn't really care much for it but Emmett looked too engrossed with it, he was sitting so close to the screen that he could probably kiss it if he wanted to.

"Emmett, move away from the TV, you'll ruin your eyes! Come sit beside me," I scolded him.

He obliged really, really slowly and after a while, Charlie came back from work.

"Hey kids," he greeted us, smiling warmly when he saw us sitting beside each other.

"Hey Dad," we said in unison.

"So Bells, French cook?" he prompted, leaning against the doorway of our living room, chuckling and shaking his head at me while Emmett started laughing.

"Yeah, well, I wanted to mess with him," I said, blushing and shrugging. I saw Emmett stop laughing and he turned to look at me with narrowed eyes.

I ignored him and snickered at Charlie.

"There's some spaghetti in the microwave Dad," I told him.

"You cooked?" he asked me with raised eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes at him, "I cook for us before."

He straightened up and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah, I just didn't think you'd feel like it. I mean, you just got back."

"It's fine Dad, I missed it," I told him, smiling.

He just nodded, thanked me and went through the hall to the kitchen for his dinner.

"You know Bells, I don't know how we survived all these years without you're awesome cooking skills," Emmett suddenly said, grinning at me and nudging me in the ribs.

"You know, I've been meaning to ask you about that. How did you survive all those years?" I asked incredulously.

He rolled my eyes at me and said, "Delivery and take out," like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

I laughed at him and went back to watching the game mindlessly.

Charlie joined us soon after finishing his dinner and he and Em started talking about the game on the screen animatedly.

God, these two need to get hobbies. I've finally concluded that after amusedly watching my brother and dad shout angrily at the TV with their arms flailing around them in the air. Emmett even went as far as to throw the remote at the screen, earning a glare from Charlie.

"Oh, Dad, you have to register me in school tomorrow so I can start on Monday," I reminded Charlie when they shut the television off.

"Already done Bells," he said, winking.

"Really?" I grinned and he nodded.

"That is awesome! Rosie's going to be so psyched!" Emmett boomed as he high fived me.

"Thanks," I told the both of them. "Dad, I'm going food shopping tomorrow, okay? I don't want us to die of starvation or get a cardiac arrest from all the take out you guys have been getting."

"How are you going to get there?" He chuckled and looked at me again from where he was sitting and pushed his eyebrows together.

"I can walk there and maybe you can give me a quick ride back home?" I asked hopefully. I really didn't want to walk all the way back with bags of food in my arms.

"Alright, the shop is not too far away—just along the highway. You remember where it is, right Bells?" I nodded. "Okay, you can call the station from the payphone outside the shop when you want me to pick you up," he told me as he stood up.

I just smiled and nodded at him as we made our way to the staircase.

"Umm, Emmy, can you help me carry my bags to my room?" I asked, not really looking at him because I was too busy glaring at my suitcases.

He laughed at me expression and I turned to look at him.

"It's not funny Em, they're really heavy!" I whined at him.

He just chuckled more and I went back to glaring at the offensive bags.

Charlie clapped Emmett at the back at he started to climb up the stairs to his room.

"Good luck, son," he said mysteriously to Emmett, making me laugh at him.

He left us alone at the bottom of the stairs. Emmett eventually got my bags up the steps and into my room in twelve minutes, all the while using very colourful language and scowling at my bags. Let's just say it was very funny watching him curse and glare at inanimate objects.

He left me there in my room after kissing my forehead goodnight and grumbling something about not to underestimate me anymore or something like that.

I unpacked very quickly, shoving my already folded clothes into my closet and drawers and quickly setting up my laptop and other gadgets I had on my desk and setting the pictures I packed all over my room along with the books I brought with me.

I took my toiletries kit and made my way into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth thoroughly and washed my face. I was too tired to take a shower so I decided to have one tomorrow morning before I go food shopping.

I went back to my room and changed into my white camisole and grey sweatpants and almost instantly went to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Ah, jet lag, my good friend. Do your stuff.

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