Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I know I know, this chapter is pretty weird and kinda boring, but after you leave the creative juices flowing for a little while you kinda forget the feeling, (: (your writers have to know what I'm talking about!) It might be a little short too ):

By the time I slid into the room Edward had his hand up that he had already heard everything,

"He is such a horrible liar," I smiled to Edward,

"That he is," Edward played along with the idiotic smiling.

"So?" I said to him,

"Where is he going? What will he be doing?" He reached down and grabbed the paper pad on the floor,

"I wrote it all down, he didn't really say where he was going, but I didn't know Charlie had such a… no sick isn't the right word- twisted mind." I cringed as I read the childish thoughts Charlie and minded, things like 'That's what she said,' and 'Yup, that's what I'll be doin'

"What the-?"

"Charlie's coming," I heard a blur say. I looked around and found I was alone with a rocking chair in the middle of the room and a note pad. I flung the notepad out the window and sat in the rocking chair as fast as I could in some strange position,

"Bella?" Charlie looked tired,

"I'm kinda tired so I think I'll turn in early tonight," My eyes were closed and my legs were crossed, I had no clue where to put my hands so I threw them in the air and shook them frantically,

"Oooohhh-keeeeh…" I squinted an eye open to view his reaction. He gave me a look like this has something to do with Edward doesn't it?

"What the… What…. What are you doing? Are you… Are you okay? I mean the hospital is pretty far away but if I need to take you…?" I opened my eyes and dropped my hands,

"Charlie! You messed it up, I'm trying to be Zen!" He answered quickly, too quickly,

"Oh, okay then I won't disturb you bye- I mean goodnight!" Edward was back before the door was closed,

"Jesus Bella" I looked toward the window to see Emmet rubbing his head,

"That damn paper pad is heavy!"

"What are you doing here?" I was leaning out the window

"Well I thought I might just tell you Charlie's not going to bed," I wasn't catching on,

"Yeah sure, Charlie usually watches some TV before he goes to bed. Thanks Emmet…?" I said in sarcasm,

"No." He said,

"He's leaving! She's here to pick him up!" I whipped around and ran to the closet,

"What are you doing?" Edward was asking the obvious, but when I looked at him he already had all my clothes in his hand,

"I'll get in the car, Emmet will wait for you outside the window." I threw the coat and shoes on as fast as I could,

Damn these knots. I never really liked to tie my shoes.

"Alright, I'm coming out Emmet," I said in as loud of a hushed tone as possible. I jumped out the window head first into Emmet's strong arms,

Wait a minute, where are Emmet's strong arms?

Phhfff!! I landed in the autumn leaves. I didn't scream but I was so shocked us just lay there in the leaves with my jaw dropped.

"Damn it Emmet!" Edward snapped in the car. We were slowly following the woman's red convertible, her nice red convertible. We were keeping our distance from them but they were winding themselves into the woods and more. I pulled out a pen and paper and started making a list

Rich – check

Slut –

Married –

Kids –

Love life –

Ugly/Pretty

Smart

Job

I couldn't think of anything else but I knew I would. Edward was still snarling at Emmet,

"Really, it's okay," I assured him,

"Stay discreet," Alice was telling him,

"They're slowing up."

"Where are we?" I asked. Edward looked around,

"Um… the Ole Drive-in?" I looked at Edward in a sly smile,

"We've never been here." I raised my eyebrows. Obviously Edward wasn't into something like this right now. We stayed 1 car behind them, but I rolled down the window to see if I could see anything. They finally settled down and they parked.

"Why are they getting out of the car?!" This I was saying as fast as I could,

"Why are they both sitting the back sea- Oh my god. Oh my god. OH MY GOD!" I kept repeating. We were parked about 9 parking spaces away from him near the forest,

"What are they doing? What are they doing?" Course I knew what the hell they were doing, but Charlie? The man who could barely relate to his own daughter? Maybe he's a whole different person than I know. Maybe I don't even know who he is. I pulled out my list;

Slut – Check

The figure that was on disappeared from the back seat and now sank into the bottom seat. Ew. Then it occurred to me.

Who is Charlie Swan?